The subtle fragrance of cotton needles

After Mo Yufeng had fallen asleep, Chu Qiu found a jar of wine, sat on the ground outside Mo Yufeng's bedroom, and drank alone.

"Brother Chu, why are you drinking alone?" The guard who was on night duty tonight saw him drinking alone and came to check.

Chu Qiu raised his head and took a sip of wine: "I miss home a little."

"Where is Brother Chu from?"

"Rude."

"Then how did you end up in the palace as a guard?"

"My father was addicted to gambling. The family was broke, so he had no choice but to sell his wife and children. After passing through several hands, they were sold into the palace. If it weren't for the timely rescue by the queen, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive today."

"So that's why you've been with His Highness since you were a child? No wonder His Highness only trusts you."

Chu Qiu said nothing more, picked up the jar of wine and drank it.

"Hey, Brother Chu! Drink less, you still have to serve His Highness tomorrow!" The guard reached out to stop him anxiously, but failed.

Chu Qiu took a big sip before putting it down. He wiped the residue on his lips with the back of his hand and said quietly, "There's nothing to do these two days. Your Highness doesn't need me. Besides, there are so many people here who can serve Your Highness."

After saying that, he started drinking again.

What can the little guard do? Just stand guard!

The next morning, as soon as Mo Yufeng woke up, he heard someone knocking on the door. He felt strange. Why did Chu Qiu have to knock on the door before coming in?

"Your Highness, are you awake?" It was not Chu Qiu, but his other guard, Cao Bei.

"what happened?"

"Brother Chu is not feeling well today, so I'll help you wash up." Cao Bei had already prepared clothes and water.

Mo Yufeng's face was gloomy: "Bring the things in."

Cao Bei followed his instructions and brought the clothes in. Seeing that Mo Yufeng looked unhappy, he thought that he didn't sleep well last night. "Your Highness, did you not sleep well last night? Brother Chu only went back to rest this morning. He stayed by your side all night and seems to have caught a cold."

Mo Yufeng still had a sullen face and did not move.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Cao Bei asked tentatively, "Your Highness, can I help you change your clothes? Otherwise, you will catch a cold soon."

"No need, get out." Mo Yufeng's face became more and more uglier.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Cao Bei didn't dare to stay any longer. He put down his things and went out.

After Mo Yufeng cleaned himself up with a sullen face, he went straight to Chu Qiu's room.

When Mo Yufeng knocked on Chu Qiu's door, it was closed.

Originally, a guard was going to call Chu Qiu, but was stopped by Mo Yufeng.

"No need to call me, I'll let Cao Bei serve His Highness." The voice was low and hoarse, and one or two coughs were faintly heard in the room.

Mo Yufeng remained silent, said nothing, and turned and left.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again, but it was opened after two knocks. Chu Qiu coughed, turned around and said in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you not to call me?"

The person who came was Cao Bei: "His Highness heard that you caught a cold, so he asked me to make some ginger soup for you."

Chu Qiu lowered his eyelids: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Then he turned back.

"Brother Chu, drink it! It will help you get better from the cold faster."

Chu Qiu still had his back to him: "How can a martial artist get sick easily? I'll be fine after a good sleep. Thank His Highness for me."

"If you are sick, you have to take medicine to get better. I'll put the ginger soup here first, remember to drink it. I still have to serve His Highness, so I'll leave first."

Chu Qiu didn't respond, probably because he was asleep. Cao Bei didn't care either. He put the ginger soup aside and left.

In fact, Chu Qiu didn’t fall asleep at all. He lay in bed for the whole day before getting up.

My head is still a little dizzy, which is understandable. After a night of drinking and being blown by the cold wind, even a body of iron cannot withstand such abuse.

Guessing that Mo Yufeng should still be in the study, Chu Qiu hesitated for a moment, but still went there.

After knocking on the closed door, Chu Qiu's low voice came in: "Your Highness."

Mo Yufeng had been absent-minded the whole day. He only came back to his senses when he heard Chu Qiu's voice: "Come in."

Chu Qiu pushed the door open and saw Cao Bei standing where he usually stood, grinding ink. He lowered his eyelids and slowly walked over to salute: "Your Highness."

"I heard you caught a cold. Did you drink the ginger soup?"

"I drank it. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

Mo Yufeng's voice sounded a little weak, even if it was barely noticeable, Chu Qiu could sense it, and in the end he couldn't help but speak: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"It's okay." Only Chu Qiu could hear his feelings from his few words, so Mo Yufeng was not so unhappy.

Just because he didn't say it didn't mean Chu Qiu couldn't feel it: "Cao Bei, what did His Highness use today?"

Cao Bei looked at Mo Yufeng, received a warning look from the latter, and then said: "Your Highness is useless today."

Mo Yufeng was stunned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

As he spoke, the tips of his ears turned red.

Chu Qiu immediately blamed himself. How could he have forgotten that His Highness was not used to food cooked by others? He did not get up today, so His Highness must have not had any meal for the whole day.

"I know I was wrong." Chu Qiu said and immediately went to the kitchen.

Mo Yufeng glared at Cao Bei: "Who told you to say that?"

Cao Bei felt wronged: "You obviously haven't eaten for the whole day. If I didn't tell you, wouldn't Brother Chu know?"

"..." Mo Yufeng was speechless, "Alright, get down!"

"Don't you need me to serve you anymore?" Cao Bei was puzzled. "Brother Chu's cold hasn't healed yet!"

"Does the king have any limbs? Get out of here!"

By the time Chu Qiu had prepared the meal, half an hour had passed. He hurried as fast as he could, fearing that Mo Yufeng would be bored waiting.

There was a dining table specially set up in Mo Yufeng's study. When Chu Qiu came in, he saw that Mo Yufeng was already sitting there waiting for him.

When Mo Yufeng saw him coming in and seeing him, he coughed lightly and said, "It seems that it is better to deal with less government affairs at night. It is always easy to get hungry."

Chu Qiu knew very well that his ears would turn red when he lied, but he didn't say anything and put the food and bowls in place.

Seeing that there was only one set of bowls and chopsticks, Mo Yufeng frowned again: "Where are your bowls and chopsticks?"

"I cannot sit at the same table with Your Highness." Chu Qiu said with his eyebrows lowered.

"Someone come here!" Mo Yufeng stared at him and heard Cao Bei open the door. "Go prepare a set of bowls and chopsticks."

"Yes." Cao Bei closed the door and walked away wondering, how could Brother Chu forget to prepare bowls and chopsticks for His Highness? Brother Chu was always meticulous in his work, so this shouldn't be the case?

The two of them remained silent until Cao Bei brought dishes and chopsticks and knocked on the door, breaking the silence in the room. Then Chu Qiu walked over and opened the door.

"Brother Chu, why did you forget to prepare dishes and chopsticks for His Highness?" Cao Bei really didn't believe it and asked him secretly.

Chu Qiu took the bowl and chopsticks and answered casually: "I was worried that Your Highness would be anxious, so I was in a hurry."

"Oh." Cao Bei didn't doubt him, closed the door and left.

Chu Qiu stood there holding the bowl and chopsticks, not knowing what he was thinking. Mo Yufeng became even more angry when he saw this: "Bring it here and sit down!"

Chu Qiu took a difficult step and walked over, put down his bowl and chopsticks, still without speaking or sitting down.

"I told you to sit down and eat. I'm not going to eat you."

Chu Qiu still stood there, silent, and his face did not look very good.

Mo Yufeng sighed and his tone slowed down, as if he had been defeated: "If you don't sit down and eat with me, I'm going to starve to death."

Chu Qiu then sat down and picked up the serving chopsticks to serve food to Mo Fengfeng.

“……”It’s just amazing!

Consider him cruel!