Xie Yu withdrew his hand, dipped his fingers into the lit teacup beside him, and wrote two words on the table:
[Go.]
Fu Sheng didn't move.
Seeing that he was not moving, Xie Yu wrote again:
[Didn't he save you before? Go ahead.]
Fu Sheng stared at the words on the table for two seconds, lowered his eyes to finish peeling the lychee on his hand, and raised his hand to Xie Yu's mouth.
Xie Yu reached out to grab it, but was avoided.
Fu Sheng held the litchi and said, "Your hands are dirty, don't touch them."
Xie Yu tilted his head.
Fu Sheng still had that calm look, as if it was normal to do so.
"Just eat like this."
Yunfeng and the others: ".?"
Is this still their master
Fu Sheng just kept the posture of holding the lychee, and his attitude was firm.
Xie Yu tilted his head and smiled, leaned forward, lowered his eyes, and stretched out his pink tongue to roll away the round lychee. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and lightly licked it on his fingertips.
Fu Sheng's fingers trembled imperceptibly, he got up calmly, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Wait for me to come back to have dinner together at night."
Stretched out his bony hand, gently dipped it in the herbal tea, and slowly wrote four words on the table:
[come home early.]
Fu Sheng looked down at him and nodded, "Okay."
After speaking, he turned and went out.
Yunfeng and the others looked at Xie Yu with complicated eyes.
Xie Yu slowly raised the corners of his lips, spat out the lychee core in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows at them.
It seems to be asking why they haven't left yet.
Yunfeng and the others pursed their lips, turned around and followed them out.
Lizhou Palace.
Before Fu Sheng entered Qi Ming's bedroom, he heard ghosts crying and howling wolves from outside.
"How long has he been like this?" he asked standing at the door.
"Responding to my lord, the emperor has been like this since two days ago, and he didn't take any medicine, and it just happened suddenly." The little eunuch next to him replied.
This means that the imperial doctor didn't give him anything to eat, and he became like this.
Fu Sheng stood at the door for a while before walking in.
The people inside were still shouting, heart-piercing.
"Let's all go down." Fu Sheng said as he walked inside.
Seeing him coming, the palace people inside immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and retreated as if fleeing.
After everyone went out, before Fu Sheng had time to walk inside, he heard a burst of messy footsteps.
Qi Ming ran up to him barefoot.
His hair was messy, and he didn't wear a coat. He hadn't seen him for a few days, his face was already sallow, and there were heavy bruises under his eyes.
"You're here." Qi Ming seemed about to cry, he licked his dry lips, "I thought you wouldn't come to see me in the future."
"What are you talking about, Your Majesty?" Fu Sheng looked at him and frowned, "How could it be like this?"
Qi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, stood there and said, "I thought you were going to kill me."
The bedroom, which was clean and bright a few days ago, has become pitch-black. There are pieces of porcelain and cloth strips from nowhere on the floor. It looks dirty, not at all like the bedroom of a king of a country.
In this way, there are people who believe that it is a beggar's den.
Fu Sheng stood in front of him against the light, his voice was as elegant and gentle as ever, "Your Majesty is thinking too much, I just want His Majesty to recuperate from illness."
Qi Ming stared at him, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he felt his alienation firmly.