Song Huaiyuan was drunk.
Ying Shuo helped Song Huaiyuan, who was staggering, to sit on the couch, and was about to order someone to prepare hangover soup when Song Huaiyuan pulled him into his arms.
Ying Shuo's body was slightly stiff, and he struggled a little, but he didn't break free.
"Don't move." Song Huaiyuan hugged him tightly and reprimanded him lightly.
Ying Shuo felt helpless, raised his head to look at Song Huaiyuan, and said softly, "I'm going to pass the hangover soup to Your Majesty."
Song Huaiyuan didn't know if he heard it clearly, and he didn't intend to let go of Ying Shuo at all. He buried his face on Ying Shuo's neck, sprayed his warm breath mixed with alcohol into Ying Shuo's ears, and whispered, "No rush."
Ying Shuo sighed, and slowly softened his body, he thought for a while, and said: "Your Majesty, don't care too much about matters of life and death."
Song Huaiyuan looked down at him, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "How do you know what I care about?"
Ying Shuo said calmly, "Your Majesty is concerned about the Empress Dowager."
Song Huaiyuan laughed lightly, the smile was extremely short, with a bit of imperceptible sarcasm and deep tiredness.
He said: "Everyone says that I am ruthless and ungrateful, which is a big disobedience, but you will excuse me."
Ying Shuo put his arms around Song Huaiyuan's back, and said softly: "I know, Your Majesty must be sad."
Song Huaiyuan fixedly looked at Ying Shuo's gentle and calm eyes, and suddenly couldn't laugh.
For the first time in his life, Song Huaiyuan had the desire to confide in others.
He said: "The Queen Mother is not my biological mother."
"She has the hatred of killing my mother, but she also has the grace of education."
"She gave me food and clothing, protected me, planned for me, and helped me ascend the throne."
"She killed my concubine mother."
"But I can't help her."
"I didn't dare to do it before, but I couldn't do it later."
"...but she's still dead."
"Before she died... she called me the emperor."
Song Huaiyuan was really drunk, he was so drunk that he spoke incoherently, even the titles were confusing.
Ying Shuo listened quietly all the time, without showing the slightest surprise, but raised his head slightly when Song Huaiyuan finished speaking, and kissed the corner of Song Huaiyuan's lips.
A very light, very soft, instant kiss.
That was Ying Shuo's silent comfort.
Song Huaiyuan let out a low laugh, he lay down with Ying Shuo in his arms, and said lightly: "She most hopes that I will become a famous emperor through the ages, but now I am recorded in the annals of history, but I am a tyrannical king known to the world, presumably she will It's very annoying."
Ying Shuo lay beside him, turned his head and said, "Your Majesty is a tyrant, and your subject is a man's favourite. He will leave his name in history, and he is not alone."
Song Huaiyuan was startled, looking at Ying Shuo with a moment of silence in his eyes.
Ying Shuo's expression was calm, and when he said this, his eyes were calm, very calm and unrestrained, Song Huaiyuan looked at him fixedly, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart for a moment.
It seems that Ying Shuo has been like this since the first time he met him.
Neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither angry nor contentious.
Except for the day when the purple jade crown was taken away.
Song Huaiyuan's mood fluctuated, and he couldn't help asking: "Ying Shuo, don't you regret being my favorite boy?"
Ying Shuo smiled faintly: "Of course I don't regret it."
"...Why?" Song Huaiyuan was stunned.
"Your Majesty said that I am pleased with Your Majesty."
... The minister is pleased with His Majesty.
It seems that no matter how many times Song Huaiyuan asked, Ying Shuo always gave such an answer.
Always so indifferently, but so firmly said to him: Your Majesty's heart pleases you.
Song Huaiyuan still remembered that the first time he heard Ying Shuo say this was at the Qionglin Banquet.
On that day when the imperial examination results were released, Song Huaiyuan celebrated by throwing a grand Qionglin banquet for all the students who won the imperial examination.
Ying Shuo topped the list, and on that day, Song Huaiyuan personally awarded the purple jade crown representing the number one scholar.
Halfway through the banquet, Song Huaiyuan felt that the hall was stuffy, so he went out alone to breathe without asking the guards to follow.
Ying Shuo just followed out quietly, wearing a bright red champion robe, still looking flamboyant and high-spirited in the night.
Ying Shuo said to him: "I am pleased with Your Majesty."
At that time, Ying Shuo's expression was not as calm as it is now, with some apprehension and expectation, he seemed a little at a loss under Song Huaiyuan's gaze.
At that time, Song Huaiyuan stretched out his hand to strangle Ying Shuo's neck expressionlessly, and asked him to repeat it again in an indifferent tone.
Ying Shuo had difficulty breathing, but he still said, "I am pleased with Your Majesty."
That day Song Huaiyuan almost killed Ying Shuo.
After all, it was because of consideration that blood should not be seen at Qionglin Banquet, Song Huaiyuan sneered, turned and left without looking back.
At that time Song Huaiyuan could only laugh and disdain.
The mood today is very different.
Song Huaiyuan fixedly looked at Ying Shuo's firm eyes, and suddenly smiled.
"Ying Shuo, you look like this..."
He sighed softly: "You look like this..."
"Then I will, I promise you."
"I can't guarantee that my intentions are exactly the same as yours for me, but I guarantee that there will never be another winner in this palace."
Ying Shuo's eyes widened suddenly, and the light in them flashed brightly.
Ying Shuo said, "Okay."