The door opened with a 'squeak' sound, and the person who came came walked very lightly. When he got closer, he saw that it was a girl. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was quite handsome. The person who came came had a pair of almond eyes. Surprised: "Ah! Young Master, you are actually awake!"
What is this nonsense…
"...!" I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
I blinked at the girl and asked silently, feeling extremely anxious in my heart, could it be - dumb? !
The girl understood, and said: "My lord, don't worry, you fell from the cliff and hurt your neck. You can recover after two days of recuperation. Now that you wake up, I'll call Master."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry, and after a while, the footsteps of the two could be heard, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers along with the footsteps.
It suddenly occurred to me that the fragrance of this flower was not as elegant as the fragrance on Si Ran's body. In this way, the fragrance on Feng Yin's body was similar to that of Si Ran's.
After a moment of fugue, the man had already taken my pulse, that hand was similar to Feng Yin's, white as a lotus root, very slender without protruding joints, a strand of black hair hanging quietly on his chest, looking at the man's face again, I felt I was stunned, a little crazy.
What is crazy is not how much better-looking than Feng Yin is, but that faint smile, I remember, I have seen him before, not at the time of Xiangxie, but because of my serious illness in the past, because of the In the scene of toasting and drinking, I think our relationship should be very good.
Maybe it was because I looked at his eyes too stupidly, he raised his hand to check my pulse, smiled back at me, and then untied my belt. It was red and red at ease. When the clothes were completely loosened, I realized that my body was wrapped in wide white gauze in sevens and eights. Some gauzes were red, and my body was generally covered by gauze. There are few places where the skin and flesh can be seen.
"My lord is very healthy, Qing Heng believes that my lord's injury will get better after a while."
Qing Heng... a good name, but it wasn't Si Ran.
I looked at him, kept looking at him, looked at him without blinking, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it, and smiled: "The emperor's injury is not a problem, I guess it will get better tomorrow."
I raised the corner of my mouth, wanting to smile back at him, but I didn't know which wound was involved, the pain was so painful that I wanted to cry out.
"My lord's leg injury is so strange, why is the broken leg bone not recent, but last year?" Qing Heng said.
There is such a thing...
"Maybe it was accidentally injured while riding a horse in battle last year." I went back because of what the old servant said.
Qing Heng nodded with a half-knowledge, and took the medicine slowly.
After drinking the medicine that the girl boiled, there was another dream in the groggy state.
In my dream, the birds are flying and the butterflies are dancing, and the wind is blowing. He stretched out his hand to me from the sun. His appearance is a bit blurry. I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes, but I still couldn’t see his appearance clearly. , and the light fragrance on the body, it makes people feel like a spring breeze, and their mood is very good: "Get up, what are you doing sitting here?"
"What are you doing looking at me like this, why, don't you know me?" In the words, the voice was slightly raised, with a little smile.
I was stunned for a moment, then opened my mouth with some doubts, and lightly spit out the two words on my lips: "Siran...?"
"I have already said that my name is not Si Ran, but Si Xun."
"Your name is Si Xuan... so what about Si Ran? Where is Si Ran?" I grabbed his hand, feeling inexplicably impatient.
"Could it be that you're really dumbfounded, isn't Si Ran the name you uttered inarticulately when you were a child?" He frowned.
Immediately, I rushed forward and hugged Si Ran tightly, no matter how much he complained, I would not let go, "Si Ran... I miss you so much! You can ask me to do anything, but don't leave me..."
"… fool."
He smiled, and his blurry figure gradually faded until he disappeared into my arms...
"You are...a fool, how could... how can you be so stupid!" I choked up, and something rushed forward and drowned me.
That faint smile, that figure, has never been forgotten, how can I forget...
As soon as the picture changed, he and I were chatting happily in the booth, and suddenly, with a roar, a huge dragon descended from the sky with a ferocious face.
"Danger! Run!!" Si Ran pulled me up and pushed me out of the pavilion. I saw the giant dragon twisting its body and grabbing Si Ran who was still inside the pavilion. He stood up, tearing apart, the dripping blood stained my eyes, his half body falling in the air, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, so satisfied.
fool...
Who is the fool!
I woke up in vain, stunned for a moment, and then realized later, my face was cold, I was afraid that I was crying, my heart was throbbing, bitter, but I had forgotten what I dreamed just now.
With a glance, the target was the plain clothes and white clothes by the bed, Feng Yin's frowning brows were relaxed, her body was spotless, she was no longer in the embarrassment of being chased by a tiger, she should have been taken care of: "Ziqing, are you awake, does it hurt?"
Does it hurt? Isn't this nonsense!
"Oh," he laughed, "but I forgot, Ziqing was injured on the neck, and now the injury is not healed, so he can't speak."
I blinked in recognition of his words.
This action got him a 'puchi' smile, I pretended to be angry and stared at him, he laughed for a long time before closing his voice: "Ziqing's current appearance is also pretty good, compared to the usual politeness, it's cute many."
Cute... I look like a zongzi, I can't move an inch, Feng Yin thinks it's cute.
In this way, during the many days when I was recuperating on the couch, except for that girl and Qing Heng who came to feed me medicine and feel my pulse, Feng Yin often came to see me and said something that would make me half-dead with anger, These days passed by so unsalty and not dull, but I was extremely anxious in my heart.
It's been so many days, and I haven't seen anyone sent by the imperial court to look for Fengyin. They all say that a country cannot be without a king for a day, but after all these many days, how much more than a day? Could it be that King Yi and the others think that Feng Yin and I died under the cliff together? If there is another national funeral, clothes tomb or something, that's fine!
If the two of us go back again, we'll be a fake corpse, it's not appropriate to scare people.
Even though I think so, I have nothing to do, the only plan for now is to have a good life, so that I can get better soon, and then I can bring up the matter of returning to the palace.
But looking at Feng Yin, it doesn't seem that he is very anxious, but he is quite happy to live freely and freely under the cliff, and he keeps silent about returning to the palace.
After more than half a month of cultivation, most of my injuries have recovered, at least I don't have to lie in bed all the time.
But when I got out of bed, Feng Yin insisted on coming to support me, and insisted on not letting him help, saying that it was a bunch of big reasons, what made me have a good life, and if something happened, I couldn't go back to the palace as soon as possible or I would just fall. It’s okay to say it once or twice, but it’s really annoying to keep talking about it, it gave me a headache, and I wanted to say it back, but he is the emperor, and the dragon’s words are irreversible, so I had to swallow my anger and force my mouth The words were swallowed.