While Duan Changchuan and Bai Su were sitting in the yard, Changle had already walked from the study to the main hall in front.
He searched almost everywhere but couldn't find any trace of the package of arsenic. However, he found a letter in an inconspicuous secret drawer in the front hall.
Under normal circumstances, if he saw a letter like this, he would definitely put it back.
But this one was extremely unusual.
Because at the top of the envelope, the four words "Changle's own letter" were clearly written.
The handwriting is elegant and graceful, and you can tell it is Duan Changchuan's work at first glance.
Look carefully, there is a line of small words below: See letter.
This letter is addressed to him, written by His Majesty... He is asked to open it and read it as soon as he sees it.
Changle looked around... The entire hall was empty, and only in another room could one hear the occasional noise made by Yiman.
Just sit on the floor and read.
I opened the letter and saw a familiar handwriting. On the first line it said: Changle, I am glad to see you.
It's like... a letter from home.
The young eunuch, dressed in a python costume with hundreds of flowers, read the letter carefully.
At first, he looked confused and completely at a loss.
But halfway through, I suddenly understood... Suddenly, both hands holding the letter began to tremble.
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In the small courtyard in front of the bedroom, a young man in bright yellow clothes was sitting quietly in a chair in front of the table.
He was wearing a fur coat and leaning one hand on the edge of the table as he read policy papers.
The boy was sleepy in the spring. He moved his head noddingly, closed his eyes, opened them again, and closed them again... He was very sleepy.
Changle rushed in at this time.
The young eunuch's eyes were red and he was sniffling when he came. He almost rolled and crawled to the young man and put his arms around his legs.
“Your Majesty…!”
The suppressed crying sounded as if the person had suffered a great injustice.
Duan Changchuan was startled by him, and the policy paper in his hand fell to the ground with a "click", and even his sleepiness disappeared.
The young man blinked slowly, and after a long while he finally saw who it was. He asked dazedly, "Hmm? Changle... ? What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
The young eunuch was already crying and gasping for breath. He kept hugging his legs and sobbing:
"... Your Majesty... Ugh, Your Majesty, please don't abandon your servant..."
"Slave...slave can't live without you..."
As he was speaking, Yiman also hurried over.
"Iman, what happened to him?"
Duan Changchuan asked.
Yi Man looked at Chang Le who was kneeling on the ground and crying, and was also at a loss: "Your Majesty, I don't know either... I was looking for the missing medicine with Master in the front hall, and Master suddenly started crying..."
Duan Changchuan looked at his legs, which were being held and could no longer move:
Helplessly he said: "Changle, you are going to dirty my robe."
The young eunuch quickly stepped back in fear, thought for a moment, grabbed his trouser leg again, raised his head, and looked at him with tearful eyes.
So pitiful.
"Don't lie there, stand up and answer me. Why don't I want you? Have you done anything wrong?"
Changle then stood up and wiped his eyes with his sleeves: "I did not make any mistakes..."
Duan Changchuan had more questions in his mind: "Since you didn't make any mistakes, why don't I want you? Or did you hear some rumors? I had someone drag you out of the study a few days ago, and there were indeed some rumors, but you should also know that I don't mean to blame you."
He looked really confused, and Changle was confused too.
The master and servant stared at each other for a long time, and the young eunuch spoke cautiously: "Your Majesty, don't you want to be your servant? How about... Your Majesty, please swear an oath."
This chief eunuch in the imperial court is probably the first servant in history who dares to make the emperor swear an oath.
Even Yi Man was so scared that he knelt down and pulled his sleeve to stop him: "Master, are you confused...!"
The young eunuch, who was about to faint from crying, suddenly reacted and slapped himself on the mouth with a "slap": "Your servant... Your servant was confused for a moment! Your servant was confused for a moment!"
Then, he started fanning himself non-stop.
Duan Changchuan was dumbfounded: How could one person perform such a whole physically and mentally torturous drama
Bai Su, who was standing by, couldn't bear it and stepped forward to stop the man.
Then he embraced the shocked young man and asked, "What are you doing? Are you acting out a sad story with yourself? Do you think he's not having enough? His Majesty hasn't said anything, but you're crying and slapping him. What will others think of His Majesty? Don't you know how many eyes are watching you in this palace?"
"Yes, what the Queen taught me is..."
"They are all people in the imperial court, so be more steady."
"yes… "
The woman talked to Changle, and the young man watched quietly.
It’s not that he didn’t want to interrupt, but... the moment Bai Su approached, he always had a strange feeling.
The back of his neck felt itchy and a little sore, making him want to rub it.
But there seemed to be a voice in his heart reminding him: That is a very private area and you cannot touch it in public, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
But the thing about itching... the more you want to ignore it, the more you can't ignore it.
Instead, it itched even worse.
[So annoying...! ]
[So impatient... ]
Then, when no one noticed, there was a bang, followed by a series of chirping sounds.
Suddenly, the whole courtyard was quiet.
When I came back to my senses, I saw that the emperor was sitting at the table, and the teapot beside him had been swept away at some point. The purple clay teapot broke into several pieces, and the tea leaves and tea were scattered all over the floor. Even the emperor's yellow robe was stained with several green leaves.
Immediately, everyone: !!!
Only the instigator stared blankly at his feet...
Then he looked up innocently, pursed his lips, and said, "Uh, I didn't mean it. Don't be nervous, I'm not losing my temper."
[I just... it's too itchy. ]
Then, his arm cramped and accidentally hit the teapot.
Really, just accidentally...
However, there is no trivial matter for an emperor. The next moment, the surroundings became a mess.
"Your Majesty, are you hurt?"
"What's wrong? Did you get burned? It's my fault. I put the teapot too close to you."
"Hurry and prepare some clean clothes for His Majesty!"
Especially, Omega's skin is naturally delicate, and the back of his hand turned red after being slightly burned. His Alpha noticed it immediately, took his hand and walked into the house.
After entering the room, he picked him up while everyone else was busy cleaning up the mess and had no time to pay attention.
The young man was so scared that he immediately punched her: "Bai Su! What are you doing? In broad daylight... You, you put me down! Someone is going to see us."
Being warned: "You will be seen only if you move more vigorously."
He immediately became as cowardly as a little quail.
"Then hurry up and put me down."
"No."
Another punch hit her.
Like a kitten.
Alpha couldn't help but laugh softly and put the other person down on the couch.
Then, amidst the other person's non-aggressive roll of the eyes, she took his scalded red hand and kissed it gently.
The next moment, the soft little hand shrank back.
The woman looked up and just happened to catch the boy's blushing face.
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go get the burn ointment."
I heard an awkward voice: "Oh, then hurry up, or I will be fine."
The woman paused, tilted her face slightly towards him, bent her knees slightly, and saluted slowly: "Yes, I understand, I will come back before your Majesty recovers."
Then she walked towards the study, the jewelry on her body jingling.
So he didn't notice that the boy on the seat quickly opened his collar and scratched the back of his neck a few times.
[Well, it really is a little itchy. ]
…
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On the third day that Duan Changchuan had been staying indoors, Feng Yu and Yun Xie came to meet him.
Although the Imperial Observatory is located in the outer garden of the imperial palace and is extremely convenient for entering the palace for an audience or moving around, Duan Changchuan usually goes there alone. Yun Xie and the others would rarely come here unless it was an urgent matter.
But now, Duan Changchuan was so angry that she almost had a miscarriage and was trying to protect the fetus. It was a time when she should not see anyone, but they came.
The sharp-minded young emperor immediately sensed something unusual.
He immediately put down what he was doing, sat up straight and said, "Call them in."
Changle bowed and said, "Yes."
Then he invited the person in.
"A few days ago, I heard that you were so angry at the court that you fell ill and couldn't get up. You also issued an edict that no one could see the emperor. My aunt and I didn't dare to come and disturb you. But I heard Yusheng say that you are feeling better today, so I came here with my aunt."
After Yun Xie entered the room, he observed his face as he spoke.
Feng Xian followed closely behind, bowing politely: "Feng Xian greets Your Majesty, may Your Majesty be well and safe."
"Aunt, please don't be so polite." Duan Changchuan hurriedly ordered his men to get up, and then he said to Changle, "Go and close the palace door."
The young eunuch immediately responded with understanding.
He closed the door and stood outside to guard it.
When they were the only four people left in the room, Yun Xie finally changed his reserved personality and sat down opposite Duan Changchuan. "What's wrong with you? We agreed to put on a show, but why did you take it so seriously? When my aunt and I heard about it, we were shocked. That night, the prince's constellation was much dimmer."
Feng Yu also advised gently: "Your Majesty should control yourself in the future, think long-term, and be patient, only then can you accomplish great things."
After two days of torture with herbal medicine and acupuncture, Duan Changchuan also deeply realized his mistake and admitted it obediently: "I know, aunt."
His Alpha patted his head and said, "Your Majesty is very smart and has figured it out. Don't worry, Miss Fengqin."
Like coaxing a child.
The young man turned his head away, brushing her sleeve as he thought his move was covert.
Then he looked at the two of them and asked seriously, "Did something happen to you guys when you came here this time?"
When it came to business, the young man opposite immediately put away his usual nonchalance and said, "My aunt and I heard some news, but we can't be sure whether it is true or not. But if it is true, this matter is very serious."
"What?"
The boy frowned.
"Yesterday I heard from the disciples of Baimu Palace that Huainan seemed to have diagnosed the plague, but it has not been confirmed yet."
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