Hearing this, the whole room was stunned. Emperor Qing seemed to be in a good mood. He waved to Xianfu with a smile.
But the young eunuch chief always felt that something was wrong? Didn't the two come to visit Zhuo Shilang's illness? Why is it like coming to the theater to watch a play...
Looking at the nose and the heart, Xianfu honestly stood behind the Qing Emperor, it wasn't something he should bother with anyway.
"Come here." Emperor Qing clapped his palms and patted twice, the guards at the door came in and presented two boxes, one of which was a red silk satin with a hundred-year-old ginseng king, and the other box was full of Zhuo Fan's love Various desserts to eat.
"This king of ginseng is a tribute from Gaobang Kingdom, there are only two of them in total, and these are all your favorites. I specially ordered the imperial kitchen to make them this morning. Seeing that you are so thin, doesn't it make me feel bad? Come on, eat and see if it suits your appetite?"
Zhuo Fan stiffened his neck and turned his face away: "Wei Chen is frightened, he can't bear His Majesty's love..."
Of course, Xiao Yu knew that Zhuo Fan would not accept it. Before he had finished speaking, he happily said to Xian Fu, "Take the ginseng back, and keep the dessert to eat."
Zhuo Fan: "… "
Xianfu nodded with admiration on his face, what a thrifty emperor! If you change to another master, this will definitely be thrown to the ground than taken back.
Zhuo Fan felt a pain in his knees, he didn't kneel all of a sudden, and fell to the ground, Xiao Yu, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed forward and grabbed the man, he wrapped Zhuo Fan's thin shoulders, " Looking at him distressedly": "The floor is so cold, it's freezing outside, you're still sick, why don't you take care of your body so much?"
Before Zhuo Fan could answer, Xiao Yu frowned again and muttered, "Look, there isn't even a door in your room!"
The Minister of Rites, who was struggling violently in Emperor Qing's arms, suddenly felt a little bad: "... It seems that your Majesty ordered someone to tear it down!"
Xiao Yu selectively ignored this sentence and continued to recount affectionately: "Last night was my fault, I shouldn't have left you out in the cold, you go back to the palace with me, and I will compensate you well."
Thinking of those unbearable sad words, Zhuo Fan pushed him away with all his strength, and said slyly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude, even the cats and dogs you keep have tempers! Besides, I am still a manly man. The words you said yesterday, Wei Chen has thoroughly understood and seen clearly, and will no longer be as foolish as before! I want to scold the ministers for bewitching the monarch, causing harm to the country and the people, these crimes, the small ministers can't bear!"
The north wind roared past, blowing his hair in a mess, and his pale face flushed slightly due to the surging Qi and blood.
It was very difficult for him to finish these words, his emotions were agitated, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were slightly red, and he stubbornly stared at Qingdi, with a weak and strong appearance. hurt.
Qingdi, who was always majestic and indifferent on weekdays, would hear Zhuo Fan's rebuke, but he also showed an expression full of guilt.
Xiao Yu's guilt was sincere, so he also said sincerely, "There is a door in my palace."
"… "
The originally faint literary sadness of the whole room suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Zhuo Fan made a strange "cluck" sound in his throat, and he didn't know if he was choked by saliva.
On the other side, King Wen, who was sitting and drinking tea, suddenly sprayed the tea he had just drank back into the teacup. Fortunately, he tried his best to control the movement. Emperor Qing didn't notice him. I gave him a drink instead.
"Cough, what I mean is," Xiao Yu thought for a while before he said slowly, "Of course I know all the things that the queen did secretly, don't worry, those who maliciously slander you, I will definitely Take good care of you, as long as you are willing to go back to the palace with me, I promise to spoil you alone, how can other vulgar fans compare to you?"
The conversation was finally turned back on the right track, Zhuo Fan sighed and said: "I really can't believe what the emperor said, so please go back."
"Oh, that's fine." Xiao Yu shrugged, and without hesitating at all, he let go of the person and stood up and went back to the chair.
"… "
Zhuo Fan was still stunned and didn't react, but fortunately, King Wen interjected at the right time: "Master Zhuo's cold has not healed, so he should take a good rest. Since he doesn't want to enter the palace, it's the same thing to recuperate in the mansion. His Majesty has already visited , it is better to return to the palace earlier, His Majesty is in charge of every day, and the political affairs of the DPRK and China are still the most important."
Although Xiao Yu had already started to miss the warm fire and the fluffy fur blanket in the Changqing Palace, he still had to finish his lines. Fortunately, there was only one sentence left in his lines, and the follow-up was just "Seeing King Wen and Zhuo". Fan's closeness and jealousy", "secretly resentful", "with the idea of forcibly bringing people into the palace" and other floating thoughts.
So, Xiao Yu, who thought that leaving early would also be leaving, directly stretched his legs and walked out of the house, and said casually as he walked, "King Wen, Zhuo Fan is my person, if you are acquainted, you'd better stay away, Zhuo. Fan, I told you to make up for it, and you will definitely do it."
When these words were finished, the others had long since left, and it was a problem whether the two of them could hear or not, as if they were speaking to the air.
He walked along the corridor to the corner. There was a paper window on the wall. Xiao Yu sighed in his heart. Yesterday, Zhuo Fan had listened to the script for a long time, and now it was his turn.
Will there be a live GV in it next
The emotionally frustrated Xiao Shouban shouted "No", while under the affectionate comfort of the infatuated cannon fodder attack, the tough Overlord forced the bow, "half-push", "powerless and forced" to be overwhelmed and rolled into bed
Afterwards, he gave up on himself and even wanted to live, and his heart was empty and sympathetic, and then the cannon fodder attack immediately "full of guilt but no regrets and forced Xiaoshou", "more favored and vowed to take Xiaoshou from the real attack". grab it."
Then Xiaoshou was thinking about the scum attack in his heart, but his body "had" to be attacked by infatuation cannon fodder in this way, and he also said, "Actually, this person is just infatuated with me and not very pitiful, although I don't love him But don't blame him" etc. God logic.
Xiao Yu speculates maliciously, the script is virtuous anyway.
Damn it, I played with you once to play with your feelings and hurt your self-esteem, then turned around and turned your face and didn't recognize anyone, and being attacked by cannon fodder is justifiable, sympathetic and pitiful
It's not easy being a scumbag!
Xiao Yu repelled all the followers, and poked a hole in the paper window with a gloomy face. Anyway, it's a free sex drama, don't watch it.
Of course, the two people in the room didn't know about Qingdi's lewd actions. At this moment, Zhuo Fan was sitting on the bed with his back to Emperor Qing, his head lowered, and King Wen stood beside the bed, slowly saying these words of comfort and persuasion: "This king shouldn't have disturbed your rest, but seeing you so sad Pain, this king really can't rest assured."
"My lord is so concerned, it really makes me terrified. I don't know what kind of virtue Zhuo Fan can do to make the lord care so much about me?" Zhuo Fan looked up, but saw King Wen's expression erratic, and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter with you, my lord? "
"Ah, this king... this king just remembered the first time I met you."
Zhuo Fan was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it above Zaochao?"
Shaking his head, King Wen let out a long sigh and said in a lonely tone, "Alas, it seems that you have already forgotten it, it doesn't matter, this king will remember it in your heart."
Seeing Zhuo Fan's puzzled face, Wen Muyan paused for a long time, he was about to speak for a long time, and finally, in a tone of reminiscence and nostalgia, he said lightly: "This king is actually not my father's only son, There was also a half-brother below. He was neither the direct descendant nor the elder, but his mother was the daughter of a high-ranking member of the court. Although this king's mother was a high-ranking concubine, her family was in the middle of nowhere, and her power was far inferior to that of her concubine. Therefore, both their mother and son regarded me as a thorn in their eyes, and secretly plotted to kill me, so that my second brother could inherit the throne of King Wen."
"I still remember that when my father was ordered to go out to the fortress, my mother and concubine also went with me, and I stayed in the palace because I was sick and couldn't run around. The two concubines took advantage of this to almost secretly attack me. Fortunately, my mother and concubine left me as a guard. I was able to escape by protecting each other with my life. "At that time, it was raining heavily outside, and I was seriously injured. I escaped for three days and three nights. And there happened to be someone in that ruined temple sheltering from the rain…”
"Ah! So that person is—" Hearing this, Zhuo Fan remembered that he had indeed rescued a dying young man in a ruined temple a few years ago, but the other party was covered in blood and his face was stained. Mud and wet hair obscured it, making it impossible to recognize who it was. Unexpectedly, this person is the same person as the handsome King Wen in front of him.
Wen Muyan nodded with a smile, and continued: "Just when I thought my life was going to die soon, you gave me all the water and food around you, and you even brought a doctor to treat my injuries. If not, I'm afraid I haven't By the time my loyal guard came, he was dead. You saved my life, so from that day on, I have kept you in my heart."
"I've been looking for you all these years, but I couldn't find it until I saw you in the courtroom that day. Do you know how surprised I was then?"
As he spoke, King Wen gently stroked Zhuo Fan's cheek and said emotionally, "You appeared when I was most helpless, desperate, and in pain, and brought me the will and hope to survive, and then I realized ,I already… "
Having said this, Wen Muyan suddenly stopped as if the tape was stuck, his face became a little pale, he pressed his palm to his chest and then continued: "...I have fallen deeply in love with you."
Zhuo Fan stared blankly, blushing, not knowing what to say.
The corners of Xiao Yu's mouth twitched and he sneered in his heart, lying on his stomach and eavesdropping outside the window. A little food handed out made you miss him? Why don't you think about the guards who died for you.
He really couldn't stand the sour and rotten tone of literature and art, and he had goose bumps all over his body. He regretted that he had eaten too many snacks, which would cause acid reflux in his stomach.
Over there, Wen Muyan was still confessing affectionately: "I thought I was destined to pass you by in this life, and I will regret it for a lifetime, but who would have expected God to let you and me meet again, this time, I will never watch it helplessly. With you disappearing from my life..."
I don't know if it was Xiao Yu's delusion, but it seemed that Wen Muyan's face became even paler, and his expression was a little stiff.
"... Without you, how dark and boring my life would be, even if I put the whole world in front of me, it wouldn't be as good as yours... "
"It's not as good as your frown..."
"One frown one..."
Wen Muyan seems to be getting more and more difficult as he talks, he vomits as he talks...
just vomited...
Vomited…
now...
"My lord, what's the matter with you?!" Zhuo Fan was startled, looking in horror at King Wen, who had been expressing his sincerity just now, and suddenly started to foam at the mouth, almost frightened.
Xiao Yu outside the house was also shocked, is this guy vomited by nausea
Seeing Wen Muyan recovering very quickly, he quickly took the tea and rinsed his mouth, wiped his face again, and tidied himself up, and then smiled awkwardly at Zhuo Fan: "Sorry, maybe I ate something bad, a little bit. Nausea, vomit and vomit and get used to it.”
"Oh, the lord is fine." Zhuo Fan was relieved, his expression was sullen and mocking again, he lowered his eyes, and said quietly, "... It's not that I don't know the lord's intentions, but now I have more sorrow than my heart is dead, and I really can't do it any more. Thinking of these sad and disappointing things…”
From Xiao Yu's point of view, he can only see the front of Wen Muyan. He swears that he never looked at it. He clearly saw that this guy rolled his eyes in Zhuo Fan's invisible place!
In his mouth, he said softly: "Don't think if you can't think about it. Don't worry, this king will never bear you like that person."
As he spoke, he saw Wen Muyan put his hand on Zhuo's black hair with a twisted face, the latter was startled, and wanted to avoid it, but Wen Muyan pressed her shoulders firmly, posing for a kiss.
"My lord, no! Wang, my lord, please let me go - um... don't..."
Although his mouth was struggling so much, Zhuo Fan's push and refusal hand was like an embroidery, and was easily pressed down by Wen Muyan. The dignified Qingdi was lying on the window lattice, with one eye on the hole, looking at it with relish , By the way, I don't forget to complain in my heart, Wen Muyan said that this guy is obviously too weak to die, but will this become a little King Kong? Comrade Xiao Zhuo is obviously so tired that Wen Muyan can't get enough of his breath by just relying on his weight. What's going on with his soft body now
But for a moment, Zhuo Fan was torn off by King Wen, and he was weakly pressed on the bed, only to gasp for breath.