When Zhuo Fan woke up, the snow had stopped.
He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a man sitting beside the bed quietly reading a book, when he heard the movement, he glanced at him, and smiled lightly: "Are you awake?"
"... Lord Wen?" Zhuo Fan saw who he was, and when he was startled, he stood up to salute, and was pressed back by the man.
"You're still ill, so you don't have to bow." Wen Muyan put her warm palm on his forehead for a while, "This king asked the imperial doctor to see you and said that you had a cold, but fortunately the fever subsided, I'll wait. Drink the medicine and sleep for a while."
Zhuo Fan stared at him with wide eyes and thanked him dumbly.
He knew about this King Wen. It was almost when he started to fall out of favor. Wen Muyan, the eldest son, went to Beijing to face the Holy Spirit. Emperor Qing conferred the title of King Wen, and invited him to stay in the palace for a while and meet him in the courtroom. After a few times, I don't know why I seem to have a good impression of myself.
At that time, he was still devoted to Qingdi, and he completely ignored the favors of his classmates, Shao Ze and King Wen. Now that he has thoroughly seen Qingdi's merciless affection, he feels that this gift of help in the snow is invaluable.
"Just now, Xianfu came to see you." Wen Muyan returned to the chair and sat down, picked up the book again, and seemed to say such a sentence inadvertently.
Zhuo Fan said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect to disturb Eunuch Xian..."
Although Wen Muyan's indifferent eyes fell on the writing, his mind didn't know where to go. After a long time, he said, "His Majesty sent him to visit you specially."
Hearing this sentence, Zhuo Fan froze all over, sitting on the bed with his head down, and said in a particularly sarcastic tone: "While your Majesty and his new favorite love, he still remembers Wei Chen's life and death, does Wei Chen want to thank the emperor for his kindness? Mighty?"
King Wen put down the book and shook his head gently: "This word has been heard by people with a heart. It's not good to make a big fuss."
Zhuo Fan bent his legs and hugged his knees, and said stubbornly, "Let them listen, and let them laugh at me! I'm stupid anyway!"
He buried his head in his arms and didn't pay attention to King Wen's expression. He only felt that after a while, a warm palm was patted on his back, and the other party's magnetic and pleasant voice came from above his head: "Raise your head, you will find that There are other people in the world who are worthy of your love."
This sentence was spoken very slowly, very slowly, probably King Wen mustered up the courage to say it. Zhuo Fan raised his head to see his handsome face, and suddenly felt at a loss: "Wang... lord, I..."
"No need to say more." Wen Muyan quickly retracted her hand, "If you have any difficulties, feel free to come to me."
"Your Highness forgives your sins! The lower officials will retire first!" Zhuo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and even though his body was still empty after the fever subsided, he fled out the door as if he were running away.
For some reason, the place that King Wen touched seemed to be on fire, and his heart was pounding.
Back at Zhuo Mansion, Zhuo Fan was still in a daze, and almost bumped into his classmate and friend Shao Ze, who had been waiting for him for a long time.
Shao Ze has an ordinary appearance, a slightly fat body, and he is not too tall. At most, he can be called a strong man. His face with Chinese characters is always serious on weekdays, but he has been trusting him for many years. good.
"What happened yesterday? I heard that you stayed at King Wen's for one night?" Shao Ze grabbed Zhuo Fan's arm with a worried look on his face.
Although his tone was stern, Zhuo Fan could still hear the hidden concern, and nodded at him with a wry smile: "Last night, I was drenched in some rain and snow, and I probably fainted due to the wind chill. King Wen passed by and rescued me. I woke up today. with him."
"What? Are you still suffering now?"
Saying that, Shao Ze was about to touch his forehead, and Zhuo Fan quickly avoided: "I'm much better, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."
Silently withdrew his hand, Shao Ze was not annoyed, and returned to his usual frowning and preaching appearance, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "This morning, Lord Wen helped you to take leave, and His Majesty's reaction was quite subtle. The matter that Eunuch Xian went to visit you at King Wen's place, and you stayed at the residence of King Wen... It's not very good news in the palace, if you hear anything, don't take it to heart, you also know that the queen has always regarded you as a thorn in her side. , there are rumors in the harem, who may be behind the scenes who want to find your bad luck."
Seeing that he didn't respond, Shao Ze continued to persuade him again and again: "There has always been a shortage of beauties around the Holy Master, and now you have seen it. I always told you before to stop entangling with that person in the palace. In the harem-"
He stopped abruptly when he said this, but Zhuo Fan laughed miserably, that smile was uglier than crying: "You're right, I'm the champion of the golden class, and I'm proud of myself! Why rush to spoil him? , I can't see that person's sincerity, and he is so unlucky and unrighteous, I will never, never be sad for him again!"
"That's it! You finally figured it out, it's not worth it for me to be this black face, just figure it out!" Shao Ze grabbed Zhuo Fan's hand excitedly, seeing that the latter was just blushing, and he didn't look any more. He avoided himself like that before, and was even more happy, and lowered his voice excitedly, "Zhuofan, you and I have been classmates for many years, you should understand that my heart for you is no worse than anyone else, I—"
Seeing the other party's square and upright Chinese character face with a rare expression of frowning, Zhuo Fan was startled, and for some reason, King Wen's graceful appearance flashed in his heart, and he quickly pulled his hand back, flustered and apologetic. Said: "Shao Ze, I know you are very good to me, and I am very grateful to you, but I have always only regarded you as a best friend, and there is no other meaning, and there will be no future!"
Shao Ze was stunned for a moment, then gave a slightly unnatural wry smile, put down his hand pretending not to care, and said, "I actually just said it casually, and there is no other meaning. Haha, don't worry about it, forget it."
Zhuo Fan breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "Then we are still friends as before, right?"
Although he was very distressed after being strictly rejected, Shao Ze still tried to nod his head and said, "Of course."
Thinking of the two growing up together since childhood, I have had a crush on Zhuo Fan for nearly ten years now, but unfortunately Zhuo Fan never likes me, alas, this can't be blamed on Zhuo Fan, after all, even if I love him again, I can't force the other side The response, as long as he guards him and sees him live a happy life, then he will be satisfied.
But things are unpredictable, Zhuo Fan would fall in love with Qingdi, the ruthless emperor at first sight! What's even more hateful is that Emperor Qing actually ignored Zhuo Fan's sincerity! Playing with his feelings leaves people out in the cold!
Zhuo Fan is the person he holds in his hand!
Dedicated your body and mind to that heartless man, but was treated like this? ! Qingdi is simply a scumbag!
His Zhuo Fan was supposed to be a noble and glamorous flower of Gao Ling, so kind, so infatuated, so beautiful, what a lucky thing to be loved by such a person! That heartless man is completely in the midst of happiness and does not know happiness. Fortunately, Zhuo Fan has completely lost his heart to Qingdi now. It is time for Qingdi to know that he missed such a character and let him regret it for a lifetime!
Shao Ze rolled these thoughts in his heart, and deeply hid the infatuation in his eyes. He kept watching Zhuo Fan's figure disappear at the door before turning around and leaving.
Zhuo Fan didn't expect that after a night of fever, it would turn into this. In his mind, the appearance of Emperor Qing and King Wen rolled over one after another. He shook his head palely, and he didn't pay attention to Shao Ze's thoughts behind him. He fell asleep on the bed and fell into a coma.
Half asleep, he seemed to see himself in a white room with a white bed in front of him. On the bed was a cold man with the exact same face as Qingdi.
This is a dead man.
Zhuo Fan seemed to hear himself shouting at the dead man, saying, "I'm ashamed, you chase me back"? What about "kneel for me, cry, and block the gun"? What about the "possessive compulsive love"? !
You wake up! Although I don't love you anymore, you can't stop loving me! Even though I kicked you, you should regret it immediately and keep me in your heart all the time!
Even if you are a scumbag, I will still be broad-minded, reluctantly, and will forgive you soon enough!
It was definitely because of being stalked and beaten by you, and definitely not because you were an infatuated loyal dog, tall, handsome and rich to forgive you!
But how can you die? ! Who will fight with the spare tire 123 when you die
The script is not like that!
He felt pissed, pissed, and then he was pissed.
The scene and the shouting in the dream were very clear, but when Zhuo Fan woke up, he couldn't remember it at all. He only felt a splitting headache and his temples throbbed.
The servant waiting outside the door nodded and ran in and said, "Master, you are awake, someone from the palace told you to enter the palace!"
"... Someone from the palace?" Zhuo Fan's face was pale, and he murmured and sneered again, "Could it be that His Majesty sent someone here?"
The servant nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, and Father Xianfu came in person! This is a great honor—"
"I'm not going!" Zhuo Fan fell back on the bed, turned his back to him, and said in a firm tone, "I'm not a dog that comes and goes when he calls, go back to Father Xianfu and say that I am Ranfenghan can't get out of bed, please my father-in-law apologize to the emperor for me."
"Ah? Master, you are... oh master, please do it! What if the emperor gets angry?" The little servant turned around in a hurry, knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again, hoping that the waiter would change his mind.
But the man on the bed didn't move for a while, fearing that he was playing with his temper.
When the servant was at a loss, there was a sudden commotion in the yard. He hurried to the door. He didn't know it, but he was startled: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! !"
The front entrance was supported by several strong bodyguards, and the two men who came slowly one after the other were Emperor Qing and King Wen.
The little servant had never been so close to the emperor in his life, he was almost scared to pee, and it was difficult to speak.
Xiao Yu put one hand in front of his waist, his bright yellow sleeve robe hung down, he walked along the way indifferently, without looking sideways, stopped in front of the bedroom door, and slowly asked, "I heard that Zhuo Aiqing is ill , I can't even enter the palace if I am summoned, I am afraid that I will be seriously ill, so I came to visit in person, why did I close the door and not see me?"
The little servant knelt on the ground and stared at him in a daze, until King Wen motioned him to get up, and then he suddenly regained his senses. This was asking himself, and he quickly explained: "If I go back to the emperor, my master is so sick that he is unconscious, so he can't enter. Gong, I definitely didn't mean to despise you, Your Majesty!"
Are you a fan of your master's brain or a professional black
Xiao Yu was speechless for a while, then lazily pointed at the door: "It was demolished for me."
"Uh-huh?"
Before waiting for the servants to come back to their senses, the guards around Qingdi have already started to dismantle.
Not to mention the dumbfounded servant, even King Wen was a little embarrassed, but he wisely did not express any objection to the wayward His Majesty the Emperor.
Although the script shows that Emperor Qing should be kept behind closed doors and reflect on his own faults outside the door, there is no time limit. In this case, Xiao Yu can help set the script for a second. As for whether he is remorse or distressed? Thinking about having chicken wings for dinner, no matter how much, the script has the ability to pop out and bite him!
After such a period of scumbag role-playing games, Xiao Yu gradually found out a little bit of the script's urgency. For example, as long as the script didn't clearly show what he had to say or do, as he tossed about it, The script will not dump him, except for the thoughts in his heart. After all, no matter how good the script is, there is no way to control his mind.
In other words, if the script told him to stand and wait, he couldn't sit down, but the script didn't say to let him stand for an hour, but he could stand for only one second.
Also, after the last painful lesson, if you didn't do what the script required, you would end up having to die and continue to travel. However, the things that the script didn't mention, such as flipping the sign of a beauty at night or slipping to the imperial kitchen. A chicken drumstick comes out to chew without any pressure.
During these days as the emperor, Xiao Yu has gradually mastered the first-hand skills to deal with the script - exploiting loopholes. Apart from having to see Zhuo Fan who was swaying in front of his eyes and was simply annoying, he lived a very nourishing life.
Unfortunately, it is of course impossible to keep moisturizing, because the well-liked "heart licking" plot has arrived.
What? What do you mean by "heart licking"? Of course, the heart is ashes and repentance. The loyal dog kneels and licks!
Although Xiao Yu has some more means to counter the script this time, he is cherishing his life after all. If he dies again this time, he will be reborn in which dimension or corner by the script, and continue to repeat the plot over and over again.
Besides, being hit by a car is very painful. Xiao Yu is most afraid of pain. He just wants to live in peace and quiet. The taste of dying once is too ecstasy, and he can't bear it.
Thinking of these messy thoughts in my heart, in the blink of an eye, the door has been taken down. Of course, Zhuo Fan couldn't continue to pretend to be dead after such a big movement. At this moment, the room was wide open. He sat up from the bed. I have to shout in my heart again, ah, my beautiful and charming male god!
It's a pity that it's not Shao Ze here, but Xiao Yu and Wen Muyan.
Facing Zhuo Fan's empty eyes full of sadness, Xiao Yu slowly paced into the room, and out of corners of the corner glanced at Xian Fu, who was standing beside him.
"I didn't know that His Majesty was here, but the minister was in trouble and couldn't meet him from afar. I hope His Majesty will atone for his sins." Zhuo Fan got up with difficulty, turned over and got out of bed to salute.
"Since Aiqing is unwell, please excuse me." Xiao Yu was very glad that the script didn't let him go over and help people up, and the almighty Xianfu next to him also conjured tea from somewhere, and brought it to him in front of him. Immediately, I gave Xianfu a thumbs up in my heart, this is the rhythm of true love! It's a shame this guy is a eunuch.
"Please forgive me for being rude, the wind and cold are easily contagious, and the air in the hut is turbid. For the sake of His Majesty's dragon body, please return to the palace early." Zhuo Fan did not appreciate it. On the ground, he spoke in a flat tone, showing the indifference of refusing people thousands of miles away, as if Qingdi would never get up if he didn't leave.
Emperor Qing took a sip of tea and ate a piece of cake.
Zhuo Fan felt that his kneeling leg was a little sore.
Emperor Qing took another sip of tea and another piece of cake.
Zhuo Fan began to feel a little regret that he didn't sit back on the bed smoothly.
Qingdi - why is this guy still drinking tea? !
After he drank the whole pot of tea as if he had been thirsty for three days and three nights in the desert, Xiao Yu finally remembered that it was time to speak his lines, chewing sweet-scented osmanthus, a must-have snack for court dramas. Cake, and said in a stern voice: "I heard that Aiqing fell ill because of picking plum branches for me. I feel very much..." Qingdi seemed to choked after eating too much, and swallowed the cakes in his mouth before adding the last one. One word, "move."
Zhuo Fan: "… "
"Cough." King Wen, who had been standing silently on the side and had no sense of existence, suddenly let out a clear cough. Qing Di raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. A little twisted.
Xiao Yu touched his chin. He bullied Comrade Xiaoshou so much. As a spare tire of Wannian, he was infatuated with cannon fodder. Is he going to be angry with Lanyan? Somehow, you have to express yourself, right
Are you scolding yourself like the previous life, or despising yourself with a gun and a stick, or just rushing up and punching yourself
The script didn't show, I'm really anxious.
But he didn't ask Xiao Yu to wait too long. His Royal Highness King Wen finally said the first line of today's big drama, but he didn't speak coldly to him, and he didn't take care of the cheap.
He actually said these words to Xianfu.
"Eunuch Xianfu, move a chair for this king." Wen Muyan said.