Liang Yanbei pouted, "What do you mean by the floor?"
play dumb? Wen Chan smiled and said, "Why don't you guess?"
"Your Highness, you are so cruel to me." He complained silently, his eyes cast on the bed, "Your bed is so big, sleeping two people shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Liang Yanbei looked pitiful.
Wen Chan looked at it and couldn't help but soften his heart.
His confidence is not unreasonable. Wen Chan has almost no resistance to Liang Yanbei. He has always been calm and self-possessed. At least he has been an emperor for decades.
But when they meet Liang Yanbei, the balance will be broken.
Wen Chan hardened his heart, "No, it is the biggest concession for me to let you in. If you continue to burn incense for me like last night, then you will leave now."
When Liang Yanbei heard that he was chasing people away, he quickly sat down on the chair and sighed, "I cross mountains and obstacles every day just to see you, and you don't appreciate it."
"Thanks to you, I know that the guards in the palace are trash." Wen Chan glanced at him.
"Not all." Liang Yanbei thought for a while and said, "When I came today, I was seen by others."
Wen Chan was taken aback when he heard that Liang Yanbei was seen, and hurriedly asked, "Who saw it?"
This is not a trivial matter. If Liang Yanbei was found to have trespassed in the palace, he would not be able to say anything, and the charges would be charged, which would be very detrimental to the Liang family at that time, and Liang Yanbei himself would also be punished.
Sure enough, it was too risky for Liang Yanbei to go to the palace every day. If he had known this, he should have been strictly prohibited from coming again. Speaking of it, he was somewhat selfish, so he didn't sternly refuse Liang Yanbei.
When Wen Chan's heart flustered, he tended to think wildly. In just a short moment, he had thought a lot, including what reason to use to deal with it.
However, Liang Yanbei said, "It's Ah Fu, he was looking out for me when I climbed the window just now."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Chan took a soft pillow and threw it at Liang Yanbei, "I should let Ah Fu throw you out!"
Knowing that he was afraid of this matter, Liang Yanbei even picked this matter to tease him.
Liang Yanbei caught the soft pillow and said with a smile, "Your Highness is getting less and less courageous."
Wen Chan glared at him angrily, and shouted loudly, "Ah Fu!"
Ah Fu, who was waiting outside the door, pushed the door open and entered, "Your Highness, the servant is here."
"Remove all the palace people in front of the palace, and there is no need to keep watch tonight." He ordered, since Liang Yanbei is here, there is no need for those people to keep watch, so as not to let others eavesdrop and find out that something is wrong.
However, the clever Ah Fu didn't need Wen Chan's orders at all, "The servant has already evacuated everyone after seeing Mr. Liang."
He looked up quietly, and sure enough, he saw Liang Yanbei sitting at the table, holding a soft pillow in his arms, resting his chin on the soft pillow, in a quite casual posture.
Wen Chan didn't expect him to move so fast, nodded approvingly, and then said, "Take Liang Yanbei to take a bath and give him clean clothes."
Liang Yanbei's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he said pleasantly, "Did Your Highness prepare any clothes for me?"
Naturally, it was prepared, and it was quite complete. Ah Fu secretly slandered.
There is still a gap between Wen Chan's height and Liang Yanbei's, and Liang Yanbei can't wear his clothes, so Ah Fu can only send someone to prepare new ones.
Wen Chan was a little ashamed by Liang Yanbei's gaze, and urged, "Go quickly, what are you asking so much for?"
Liang Yanbei put the soft pillow on his floor, and happily followed Ah Fu to take a bath. After washing off the cold, wrapped in furry clothes, he walked through the veranda and followed Ah Fu.
The night was thick and the palace was brightly lit.
Liang Yan glanced at the palace in the north, and asked casually, "Is this palace always so deserted?"
Ah Fu walked in front, and replied without any thought, "The Holy Majesty has always disliked our Highness. Although he gave the first palace lord, the position is biased. Except for the palace servants in the palace, few people come here on weekdays."
Saying that, it seems a bit pitiful, and Ah Fu added, "But our Highness likes to be quiet, and it's good if no one bothers you."
"The imperial palace is not a good place." Liang Yanbei said leisurely.
"Isn't it?" Ah Fu responded.
Over the years, Ah Fu has not felt sorry for his master once or twice. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the emperor wanted Wen Chan to move out of the palace a long time ago, but it is a pity that he is not yet old and has no concubines. The reason for letting him move out is why he has been kept in this remote place.
After the two of them had spoken a few words, they reached the gate of the hall. Ah Fu saluted Liang Yanbei and lowered his voice, "Master Liang, please protect our Highness."
To be honest, the first time he saw Liang Yanbei come out of the window, apart from being a little surprised, the rest were all surprises.
After Wen Chan was injured, Ah Fu kept tense. The assassin knocked down the entire Xiyang Palace, and even killed the hidden guards guarding the surrounding area.
Even if the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting came back, he still felt uneasy and had to get up three or four times a night to take a look.
But when Liang Yanbei came, he was completely relieved, at least it showed that his master was no longer alone.
Liang Yanbei didn't show how strong his martial arts skills were or how powerful his power was during May Island's party, but it gave people a sense of peace of mind, which was so reassuring that people felt they could rely on them.
Liang Yanbei nodded slightly, pushed the door open and entered.
The hall was lit with soft candlelight, and Wen Chan was standing by the window in a cloak, feeding Shuhua, when he heard the door knocking, he turned his head and looked at him with a smile on his face.
Ah Fu closed the door behind him, and the hall was filled with silence.
Liang Yanbei walked slowly, glanced at the parrot with a smile, and suddenly called out, "Nine-nine."
Wen Chan's heart skipped a beat, and before he could speak, he heard the bird in the cage say something he had never heard before.
"Yanbei, Yanbei!"
Wen Chan looked at the bird in disbelief, "I never knew, it still calls your name?"
"It's more than that." Liang Yanbei poked a finger into the cage, and said casually, "Your Highness, try calling it my name."
Wen Chan was very curious, "Liang Yanbei."
"It's not like that." He shook his head, like a demonstration, and shouted again, "Ninety-nine."
"Yanbei, Yanbei." The parrot yelled again to answer him.
Liang Yanbei shrugged, "Like this."
When Wen Chan heard him calling Jiujiu in a low voice, he couldn't help his heart beat faster, and always felt as if he was calling him, but when he turned his face, Liang Yanbei's expression was extremely serious.
Maybe I was thinking too much, Wen Chan secretly thought.
He whispered, "Beibei?"
Liang Yanbei narrowed his eyes slightly, "Your Highness, speak louder."
Wen Chan glanced at him, coughed and raised his voice, "Beibei!"
However, the bird didn't see the slightest reaction, but the people around him grabbed his hand and leaned closer to his ear, "Your Highness, your cry is really nice."
He reacted immediately, his face was hot, and the blush stained his fair neck and ears, and he struggled with his hands, "You plot against me!"
"How can this be a calculation?" Liang Yanbei tightened his fingers and wrapped his cool fingertips, "I feel a little sad when you say that."
Wen Chan's strength was not at the same level as Liang Yanbei's. After struggling for a long time, he still remained motionless, and his grip became tighter and tighter. Knowing that he had won with all his strength, Wen Chan turned his head and shook his head cleverly.
He frowned slightly, a look of pain flashed across his face.
The next moment, Liang Yanbei immediately let go of his hand, anxiously caring, "What's the matter? Did it touch the wound on the left arm? Does it hurt?"
After succeeding, Wen Chan raised a smile, hurriedly withdrew his hand and took two steps back, and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, as long as you don't tease me, I won't hurt."
Liang Yanbei understood that he did it on purpose, and smiled helplessly, "It's fine if you don't let me sleep on the same bed with you, but even holding a little hand?"
"You lied to me first." Wen Chan hummed softly.
In fact, he didn't expect this trick to be so effective. The moment Liang Yanbei saw his expression again, he let go without any hesitation.
Wen Chan turned and walked towards the bed, but the corners of his mouth could not restrain his upward movement, a sweet feeling overflowed from the bottom of his heart, filling his entire chest.
He smacked his lips, and even his mouth was filled with sweetness.
Liang Yanbei also smiled and followed him, stopped in front of the floor, took off his shoes and sat on it obediently, but unexpectedly found that the floor was very soft. He pressed it with his hands and found that there were several quilts under him. Floor.
Wen Chan saw his small movements, "Don't worry, of course I won't treat you badly, those quilts combined are softer than the ones on my bed."
"Soft is soft, but it's not as fragrant as your bed..." Liang Yanbei muttered softly, and then hugged the soft pillow that Wen Chan had used to hit him earlier, "Forget it, it's better than nothing."
"Go and pick out the lamp, just keep one." Wen Chan said as he got under the quilt.
Liang Yanbei got up and checked the doors and windows, and then extinguished a few candle lamps in the hall. The light suddenly became dim, and he went back to the floor and said to Wen Chan, "Your Highness, sleep peacefully, I will watch over you." .”
Wen Chan responded in a low voice, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He is really at ease. If Liang Yanbei was not guarded here, Wen Chan would have been terrified after encountering the assassin. Even in the middle of the night, he would only dare to sleep lightly, at least for a long time, he would not sleep well. .
And Liang Yanbei is like Wen Chan's requiem incense, with him, all of Wen Chan's panic and worries can disappear.
As soon as you close your eyes, it is a sweet and dreamless night.
Wen Chan's injury has been treated with medicine brought by Liang Yanbei, and his recovery ability is amazing.
But even though it was the medicine from Situ's family, Wen Chan still nourished it and mended it. It took more than half a month to remove the gauze, leaving a hideous scar.
Liang Yanbei saw him, and sent the scar-removing medicine to his palace. After the incident of Wen Chan's assassination had completely passed, the capital had already entered November, the beginning of winter.
During this period of time, Liang Yanbei has been sleeping in Wen Chan's dormitory at night, leaving at dawn in the morning, and has been sleeping honestly on the floor, although he occasionally slips into the couch.
However, Liang Yanbei did not return home at night for more than half a month, and finally caught the attention of the Liang couple.
Although the son has been kept in a free range all the time, it's not okay to keep it like this all the time. Liang Jun feels that he still needs to care about his son.
So at dusk, Liang Jun stood in the corridor, looked at Liang Yanbei who was about to go out, and even called to stop him, and asked, "Your friend with a broken arm...do you have to go to sleep with him at night?"
Liang Yanbei turned his head and said with a natural expression, "He was injured because he saved me, and he is afraid of the dark and inconvenient to move at night, so of course I will accompany him."
"You really don't need us to come to thank you?" Liang Jun asked again.
"No, if you go, you will scare him." Liang Yanbei said, "He is timid."
Liang Jun was concerned for a few words, but he couldn't seem to find a reason to tell him not to go, so he said, "Thank you very much."
"En." Liang Yanbei nodded in response, turned around and left the gate of Liang Mansion.
Mrs. Liang, who witnessed the conversation between the father and son, came over and sighed, "Yanbei is also of age, it's time to find a suitable girl to marry, so that he doesn't always go home."
"It's true." Liang Jun remembered that his son was eighteen years old.
Other families have babies at the age of eighteen, but my son moved from Jinling to the capital. He has never heard of a girl he likes, so he doesn't worry about it himself, and the parents should also worry about it.
"Then I'll inquire tomorrow to see which girl is suitable." Mrs. Liang said.