Wen Qingci's heartbeat was also disturbed by the people around him at this moment.
He subconsciously raised his right hand and grasped the clothes on Xie Bufeng's waist.
After a few pauses, Wen Qingci slowly closed his eyes.
Her eyelashes were as long and thick as a fan, trembling slightly with his breathing.
Perhaps it was because the rain was too heavy today, forming a web that tightly entangled Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng together.
Let each other be the only one left in their world.
Wen Qingci thought back to the day they first met in the twenty-sixth year of Tianchu.
He lost all memory of his past.
The world was a blank to him.
Xie Bufeng was the first person to break into his world.
From then on, Wen Qingci's joy and anger seemed to always be affected by him and always related to him.
With the sound of the drizzling rain, Wen Qingci suddenly realized that he seemed to have long adapted to the world without Xie Bufeng.
Even got used to the world where there were only the two of them.
"good… "
Wen Qingci's voice, accompanied by the sound of rain, fell on Xie Bufeng's ears.
It became blurry and distant. A smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
Wen Qingci closed his eyes and asked softly, "What does your majesty want?"
Xie Bufeng's body stiffened instantly.
He stood there motionless, as if he couldn't believe that he had really heard Wen Qingci speak just now, or was it because the sound of rain in his ears was too loud and he was having an illusion
Xie Bufeng was wearing a crown on his head.
The cold gold object rubbed against Wen Qingci's neck as he moved, bringing a chill.
After waiting for a long while without seeing Xie Bufeng speak, Wen Qingci finally couldn't help but slowly turned sideways, moved his neck away from the crown, and then asked him softly:
"Your Majesty, why are you silent?"
His voice finally woke Xie Bufeng up.
Xie Bufeng suddenly exerted force and held Wen Qingci's waist tightly in his arms.
His hands were shaking.
Xie Bufeng didn't say anything, and when he raised his eyes again, there was only darkness in his eyes.
Wen Qingci sensed the danger and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
But the carved door behind him blocked all his movements.
The wooden door shook heavily, making a creaking sound.
Before Wen Qingci could finish his words, the rest of his words were drowned out by the kiss.
"Your Majesty—"
Xie Bufeng kissed Wen Qingci heavily on the lips.
The kiss between his lips and tongue took away his breath in an instant.
This kiss could almost be described as fierce.
Xie Bufeng bit Wen Qingci's lips, chasing his tongue that kept dodging him, licking his upper palate, bringing a tingling sensation.
Wen Qingci's body instantly lost all strength.
It was like a weak electric current flowing through the entanglement to every part of the body.
After getting Wen Qingci's promise, the magma that had been boiling in Xie Bufeng's heart for who knows how long finally surged out of control at this moment.
Wen Qingci's mind was completely blank.
He didn't even know when the kiss stopped.
The sound of the pattering rain disappeared.
The only sound in Wen Qingci's ears was his own breathing.
Xie Bufeng gently held Wen Qingci in his arms, holding his limp left hand, kissing the cinnabar on his forehead while whispering, "Early spring, Community Day. Come with me to worship the community... After that, we'll go back to Songxiu to visit Qingci's family, okay?"
The "Sheji" he mentioned refers to the two gods of land and grains.
This is especially important in this era.
The Wei Dynasty inherited the old system of the previous dynasty. In the previous dynasty, offering sacrifices to the gods and grain was the second largest activity after the Fengshan ceremony.
If Wen Qingci's understanding is correct.
The sacrifice to the state and the people was presided over jointly by the emperor and the empress.
Xie Bufeng's lips gently pressed against Wen Qingci's forehead.
In his heart, he and Wen Qingci had already been married a year ago.
The Yinchuan Grand Canal rolling southward and the people on both sides of the canal were all witnesses.
Xie Bufeng would never deny anything that happened in the past.
So he wanted Wen Qingci to... offer sacrifices to the state directly with him.
—
As the sun sets in the west, the birds return to the forest.
After several days of heavy rain, it finally stopped.
Without the sound of rain, Yongdu was peaceful.
And everyone in the Imperial Medical Bureau had a rare chance to relax today.
The picture in "Xinglin Jie'e" has not been copied yet.
In the evening, Wen Qingci returned to the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Seeing him appear, the imperial doctors immediately surrounded him.
However, in addition to watching him paint, they wanted to take this opportunity to discuss medical principles with Wen Qingci.
But before they asked a few questions, everyone discovered that... His Majesty the Emperor, who had just finished reviewing the memorials, actually followed them again.
Xie Bufeng sat at the desk next to Wen Qingci. He flipped through the medical books placed there and said calmly, "You guys continue. Don't pay attention to me. I am also somewhat interested in medical theory. I am just here to listen today."
interest
Listen in
Although they didn't know Xie Bufeng as well as Yu Guanlin, after hearing these two words, everyone immediately reacted - His Majesty was definitely not interested in medicine, he was just interested in the people sitting here.
The small side hall suddenly became quiet due to Xie Bufeng's arrival.
Although he was just sitting here, the faint smell of ambergris on his body sent a sense of oppression to every corner of the hall.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but lower his eyes and smiled.
At the same time, he pulled his collar slightly, somewhat unnaturally, subconsciously covering all the skin there.
Wen Qingci didn't expect that Xie Bufeng was so rude.
After he nodded just now, Xie Bufeng became like a wolf cub in the craving period, wanting to bite everything.
Especially the neck, which was covered with red marks, which were particularly glaring on the pale skin.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
Realized that I was no longer wearing a veil like before.
Wen Qingci immediately lowered his head, threw aside all the random thoughts, and focused on the medical book and questions in his hand.
After a while, seeing that no one had spoken, Xie Bufeng slowly closed the book in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Why, you are all gathered here, but you don't ask a single question?"
He frowned slowly, his tone showing some displeasure.
If I take up Wen Qingci's time but do nothing with it, wouldn't that be completely offending Xie Bufeng
Huo Yike, who was standing on Wen Qingci's left, shuddered:
"Uh... Wen, Master Wen, I want to ask you, should the symptoms of severe headache, numbness of upper limbs, and thirst be reconciled?"
After saying that, he immediately handed over the medical record in his hand.
Wen Qingci looked at it for a while and said softly, "Mr. Ying, it can invigorate blood circulation, dredge meridians and relieve pain."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote the reference medical prescription on the paper.
Xie Bufeng, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but look at the paper.
Wen Qingci writes in a thin and elegant Liu style.
Every word is elegant and unconventional.
As he put pen to paper, Xie Bufeng couldn't help but think of...
Wen Qingci once wrote the four words "Your Highness, Hope You Are Well" on a piece of paper that recorded the efficacy and usage of the medicine, but the paper never reached his hands.
His hand subconsciously touched the wool bracelet on his wrist.
Until a familiar touch came from the fingertips.
Xie Bufeng's heart finally calmed down little by little...
Everyone in the Imperial Medical Bureau originally wanted to get close to Wen Qingci.
But Xie Bufeng's existence cannot be ignored.
As the emperor, Xie Bufeng was intimidating without even getting angry, and the sense of oppression he exuded was too strong.
At the same time, the imperial doctors also realized from Xie Bufeng's occasional frown that His Majesty was not entirely joking just now.
—He does know some medical knowledge.
Whenever an imperial physician made a low-level mistake due to nervousness or some other reason, Xie Bufeng's expression would change slightly.
It would be too terrible for the emperor to find out that I am not good at martial arts.
Therefore, after asking a few questions, everyone stopped immediately, not daring to delay Wen Qingci any longer.
Wen Qingci, who was immersed in medical knowledge and was not afraid of being rejected by Xie, did not notice this.
Seeing that no one said much, he stopped asking questions. He asked with some doubt, "Are these the only questions today?"
Huo Yike, who was familiar with Wen Qingci, glanced at Xie Bufeng and immediately perked up and said, "Uh, yes! Master Wen has been too busy recently, and your health is more important. You should go back and have a good rest. We can study the rest by ourselves, so there is no need to trouble you anymore."
"Yep!"
Hearing this, everyone responded in unison.
No one dared to say more, for fear of wasting Wen Qingci's time and being remembered by Xie Bufeng.
"Okay then," Wen Qingci coughed twice, then stood up and walked around the desk. "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow!"
Along with this voice, Xie Bufeng also slowly stood up.
He walked out side by side with Wen Qingci, but when he was about to walk out of the palace gate, he suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice: "I am also going back to Jinyi Palace."
A few days ago, Xie Bufeng stayed in his bedroom in the small courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau every day.
But because Wen Qingci had not made it clear before, he could not give him an accurate answer.
Xie Bufeng would leave the Imperial Medical Office at dawn every day.
The same was true at night - after finishing his work every day, he would return to Jinyi Palace first, and would not come here until late at night.
Xie Bufeng's behavior is low-key but not so low-key.
At least at this time, the imperial doctors who were on duty here already knew the truth, but no one had the courage to expose it.
At this moment, Xie Bufeng's voice was still as calm as usual.
There was no ripple in those light amber eyes.
But Wen Qingci, who was standing next to him, heard a hint of expectation in Xie Bufeng's tone.
After saying that, Xie Bufeng picked up the lantern hanging on the side and went straight out of the hall.
Wen Qingci suddenly stood still, squinted his eyes and smiled.
Then he stepped over the threshold and walked forward.
He stretched out his right hand and slowly grasped Xie Bufeng's sleeve.
Wen Qingci's movement was not big and he didn't use much strength, but Xie Bufeng's steps stopped a moment ago.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to do any more."
The clear and gentle voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, reached the ears of Xie Bufeng and all the imperial doctors in the palace.
It is clearly early autumn.
But Xie Bufeng seemed to see a ray of spring breeze brushing gently across his cheek.
Xie Bufeng turned around and no longer went towards Jinyi Palace.
Instead, he immediately took the initiative and openly held Wen Qingci's right hand, which was holding his sleeve.
The wool bracelet also slid down with his movement and brushed against Wen Qingci's fingertips.
The warmth spread from the palm of his hand to his limbs, and Wen Qingci saw that the person next to him had his mouth slightly raised again.
"good."
The dim lights illuminated the long palace road.
It fell in the small courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Just like blood flowing through the blood vessels back to the atrium...
*
That night, Xie Bufeng removed the screen in the bedroom.
Then he suddenly walked out in a hurry, and I didn't know what he was busy with.
The cramped room became a little brighter after the screen was removed.
After a while, a soft "creaking" sound suddenly rang in Wen Qingci's ears.
—Xie Bufeng returned to the bedroom.
Wen Qingci, who was studying a medical book with his head down as usual, subconsciously looked back.
But before he turned around, Wen Qingci's vision suddenly darkened.
What's this
Wen Qingci was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to brush away the things in front of him.
"do not move."
Xie Bufeng's slightly hoarse voice came from my ear.
After adjusting for a few seconds, Wen Qingci finally realized... the area in front of his eyes was not completely dark, but was filled with dark red.
"Come here, Qingci."
Xie Bufeng's voice reached the ears of the people around him through the dark red.
He gently took Wen Qingci's hand and stood up.
For a moment, the dark red flickered, as if there was a flame burning in the heart.
Wen Qingci paused for a moment, and finally realized through the dark red and embroidery patterns at this moment—
Xie Bufeng gently covered his head with a bright red veil.
What exactly does he want to do tonight
(End of this chapter)