How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

"Thank you for taking the trouble, my brother, to come and see me in person, ahem..."

Qi Hongxuan lay flat on the bed, his face as pale as paper, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

The voice was so soft, just the sound of a breath, that people in the room had to lean forward and hold their breath to hear clearly.

"What are you talking about?"

Qi Hongyu sat at the head of the bed, his eyes constantly looking at Qi Hongxuan, as if he was trying to judge whether it was true or not.

"You are my last relative in the world. I think you should be like this."

Qi Hongyu looked at the imperial physician beside him and said in a cold voice, "How is the young prince's injury? Tell me the truth."

The imperial physician knelt down tremblingly and replied:

"Your Majesty, the young prince was stabbed in the chest, the knife went two inches into his lungs, and he lost too much blood.

Even if I delay the injury now, I'm afraid, I'm afraid the disease will remain and I won't be able to live long..."

"Waste!" Qi Hongyu stood up with a dark face.

"My royal brother is fine now, heal him for me!

If you can't cure it, there's no need for your Imperial Hospital to exist!"

"Royal brother..." Qi Hongxuan's weak voice sounded again, "Why make things difficult for others? This is my fate, ahem..."

"What nonsense! I will definitely find someone to cure you, just wait for me."

Qi Hongyu leaned over and held Qi Hongxuan's arm, his eyes flashed in the dark, and then he turned and left.

Qi Hongxuan closed his eyes and concentrated, snorting in his heart.

It seems that the acting skills accumulated by this royal brother over the years have reached perfection. Most people really cannot tell whether he is sincere or just acting.

Qi Hongxuan sneered in his heart, and suddenly heard a very light sound outside the window.

He curled his lips slightly and coughed twice, "Doctor, my illness does not need to be treated."

"Your Majesty, you can't do this!"

Qi Hongxuan laughed bitterly, "Everyone will die eventually. What difference does it make if you live a few years longer or less? Go and tell my brother..."

"Your Majesty..."

"Go."

Qi Hongxuan looked as if he had lost all hope. If it weren't for the slight vibration in his chest, he would have looked no different from a corpse to outsiders.

The imperial physician sighed deeply, bowed his head and left.

As soon as the door closed, there was a sound of opening and closing from the window.

Even without the sound of footsteps, Qi Hongxuan knew that his Ayang had come.

He turned over as if inadvertently, facing the inside of the bed, where Mo Yang couldn't see, with the corners of his mouth raised.

No matter when, Hongxuan is always in a good mood whenever he thinks of Mo Yang.

What's more, Ayang is right behind him now.

"Do you want to die so much?" Mo Yang knew that the man was not asleep yet, so he asked him in a cold voice.

Just now, when he heard this man say that he didn't want to treat him anymore, Mo Yang's anger surged in waves.

He didn't know what he was angry about.

But seeing this man in such a dying state, Mo Yang felt quite angry.

"Ayang?!"

Qi Hongxuan suddenly opened his eyes, as if surprised by Mo Yang's sudden appearance.

Perhaps because the movement of turning over was too big, Qi Hongxuan couldn't help but cough violently.

"Ah, cough, Ayang, cough, cough, cough..."

Qi Hongxuan's originally pale face turned red because of coughing.

Dotted on the cheeks, it reflects a frightening and bleak beauty.

"You, you sit down..."

Qi Hongxuan finally finished his words and struggled to sit up.

Mo Yang was watching from the side, his eyebrows had already twisted into a ball, and the irritation on his face turned into reality.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

In the end, Mo Yang let go of his hand, took a step forward, raised his arm with disgust, and lifted Qi Hongxuan up.

By the time Qi Hongxuan sat up, the flowers were already cold!

Mo Yang complained in his heart, providing a reasonable explanation for his behavior.

"What a waste!"

Qi Hongxuan chuckled when he heard this, leaned on the head of the bed and looked at Mo Yang.

"Ayang is right. I can't do anything. Living is a burden. It's better not to--"

"Do you want to die?" Mo Yang stepped forward and raised his hand to hold Qi Hongxuan's neck.

He didn't dare to use force. He felt like coughing out his heart and lungs just by standing up. If he really couldn't breathe, Mo Yang wondered if Qi Hongxuan would die immediately.

He was just a little angry, angry that Qi Hongxuan didn't seem to have the slightest desire to survive.

It's really frustrating.

"Ayang doesn't want me to die?" Qi Hongxuan looked up at him, then his eyes dimmed, "If I die, Ayang will definitely be very happy, right?"

"you,"

Mo Yang's hands that were holding his neck felt a little soft. Perhaps it was because the place where their skin touched was too hot, and Mo Yang's palms were sweating a lot.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Qi Hongxuan swallowed twice, and his protruding Adam's apple slid up and down on Mo Yang's palm, making Mo Yang's entire palm numb and unable to feel anything.

But Mo Yang did not let go, maintaining his current posture, looking up at Qi Hongxuan.

"How do you know my name?"

Mo Yang asked about the biggest bug here.

He was taken away by Qi Hongyu when he was six years old. No one knew Mo Yang's name except Qi Hongyu himself.

Previously in training camp, he only had one number.

How could Qi Hongxuan know the name Mo Yang?

Mo Yang was too flustered last night. After he calmed down, he realized that Qi Hongxuan's words and actions were completely illogical.

The biggest problem here is how Qi Hongxuan addresses himself.

If Qi Hongxuan knew his identity, then he - deserved to die!

"Ayang finally found out?!"

Qi Hongxuan's eyes lit up with a heart-warming joy.

Seeing that Mo Yang's expression didn't change, Qi Hongxuan's eyes, which had just brightened, dimmed again, and his face was full of frustration.

"Of course Ayang won't remember me. After all, it happened a long time ago."

"Have we met before?" This is strange!

Mo Yang really wanted to see what else the person in front of him could say.

"Of course!" Qi Hongxuan's face was full of sincerity, and there was a gleam in his eyes that made Mo Yang unable to look away.

"Ayang, you don't remember me. I don't blame you. After all, you were still young at that time."

"I know you don't remember anything before the age of six.

But think about it, Ayang.

I am the youngest son of the late emperor, and you are the son of Prime Minister Mo. Is it unreasonable for us to have met before?"

Qi Hongxuan blinked at Mo Yang. Mo Yang felt his mind was in a mess and subconsciously thought along the lines of what Qi Hongxuan said.

As the prime minister of a country, it is understandable that Mo Yang's father often goes in and out of the palace.

Then it is even more reasonable for Mo Yang, as a son, to have the opportunity to enter and leave the palace and even play with the little princes of the same age as him.

Could it be that they had really met before?

Not only have I seen him, but from what Qi Hongxuan said, it seems that his relationship with me is quite special.

Mo Yang was stunned, immersed in his own thoughts.

Qi Hongxuan was in a good mood admiring Mo Yang like this, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Mo Xiaoyang is so cute, I want to hug him, kiss him, and...