After traveling through time, I married a male princess

Cheng Yu didn't wake up until the evening of the next day.

He looked at the familiar tent roof, unable to recover for a moment.

If the pain in his body had not been so obvious, he would almost have thought that the previous experience was a dream.

He struggled to sit up.

"Brother!" Cheng Xiaobao, who was watching over him, immediately raised his head when he heard the noise and called out to Cheng Yu in surprise, "Brother, don't move."

Cheng Yu lay down again, "Xiaobao."

"Yeah!" Cheng Xiaobao lay on the bed, his cheek against Cheng Yu's arm, "Brother, don't abandon Xiaobao again."

"Brother doesn't want to abandon Xiaobao." Cheng Yu gently touched the top of his head.

"Brother is lying!" Cheng Xiaobao said in a crying voice.

"Xiaobao, who brought your brother back?" Cheng Yu also felt a little self-reproachful and guilty. He did make Xiaobao worry.

"It's Brother Changyuan and Brother Piaoliang!" Cheng Xiaobao raised his head and said to Cheng Yu with his round eyes.

Cheng Yu felt complicated. It turned out that it was not a fantasy. What he saw and heard at that time...

In fact, he heard someone talking in a daze at that time. He didn't hear it clearly at first, but he felt that the voice was very familiar.

His consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, but he held on for a while in order to hear clearly who the voice belonged to.

He didn't completely relax until he was sure that it was Zhang Hengyu who came.

Just listening to Zhang Hengyu's voice while crying and confessing loudly, he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He wondered how Cheng Yu had deserved such long-term love and care.

And the master, he is here too.

Cheng Yu tried hard to grin, but his muscles were almost frozen and he couldn't move.

Finally, he heard Zhang Hengyu's voice but still couldn't resist the invasion of cold and fainted.

"Zi Yao!" Zhang Hengyu walked in from outside the door holding a soup of medicine. He heard Cheng Yu's voice from the door and quickly ran in.

"Zi Yao, are you awake?!" Zhang Hengyu put the medicine bowl aside and examined Cheng Yu thoroughly. Only after he was sure that it was consistent with what the imperial physician had said did he feel relieved.

"Zi Yao, come, let's drink the medicine. You'll be fine after you drink it." Zhang Hengyu scooped a spoonful of the medicine, blew on it to his mouth, and made sure it was the best temperature before handing it to Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu didn't say anything, just stared at Zhang Hengyu.

He lowered his eyes to look at the spoon, then looked up at Zhang Hengyu. Seeing the shining light in his eyes, he unconsciously opened his mouth and held the spoon.

In this way, one person fed the child happily, and the other cooperated mechanically, and soon the whole bowl of medicine was finished.

"Changyuan, thank you."

From the time Zhang Hengyu entered the door until now, Cheng Yu finally spoke his first sentence.

Zhang Hengyu, who was about to turn around and take the bowl out, stopped in his tracks. He turned around and raised the corner of his mouth, "What are you talking about, Ziyao? I am willing to do all these, and it's not just for your thank you."

"I know." Cheng Yu took a deep breath and held his hand.

Zhang Hengyu clenched his fingers subconsciously, then thought of something and loosened them, letting them hang loosely at his side, allowing Cheng Yu to pull them.

"Zi Yao, what is this? Are you reluctant to let me go?" Zhang Hengyu joked with a smile, his eyes always looking out the door, counting the falling snowflakes in his heart.

The truth has already been revealed and there is no need to cover it up, but he still feels a little guilty.

After all, judging from Cheng Yu’s attitude last time, the situation was not very ideal.

"Can I hug you?" Cheng Yu's voice was as small as a mosquito, and he lowered his head. After he finished speaking, his cheeks turned red instantly, spreading to behind his ears.

"What?" Zhang Hengyu widened his eyes and looked back at Cheng Yu. He thought he didn't hear clearly.

Cheng Yu mustered up his courage again, "I'm sorry Changyuan! I shouldn't have hit you that day. I didn't mean to do it. I just, it was a subconscious reaction..." The voice behind him became softer and softer.

Zhang Hengyu was not angry. He sighed, turned around, lowered his eyes and looked at Cheng Yu, his voice was flat, "It doesn't matter, I was the bastard that day, I deserved it."

"Changyuan, I want to hug you." Cheng Yu whispered again, his head lowered, not daring to look up at people, his right fist clenched tightly.

Zhang Hengyu pulled back the hand that Cheng Yu was holding, "Why? Ziyao knows that I have bad intentions."

"I..." Cheng Yu was speechless.

"Hmm? What is Zi Yao's identity? If we are friends, I think we don't need to be so close." Zhang Hengyu pressed on step by step. Since Cheng Yu had already stuck his head out, he would never let him back.

Cheng Yu, this is all your own choice.

"Brother Changyuan..." Cheng Yu was about to cry. He was deeply moved when he thought of Zhang Hengyu bringing him back from the ruins.

"Ziyao, you know I don't want you to be touched." Zhang Hengyu seemed to know what he was thinking, "If all I want is your touch, then what have I done in the past been wrong?"

"I'm not... I didn't..." Cheng Yu stammered, trying to defend himself.

"Why is that? Could it be that Zi Yao also likes me?" Zhang Hengyu approached Cheng Yu, looked straight into his eyes, and waited for an answer.

"You you you, I I I, I haven't thought it through!" Cheng Yu looked at Zhang Hengyu's face getting closer and closer, and his heart was very flustered. After uttering a word, he suddenly turned his head to the side.

Zhang Hengyu couldn't help but grin when he heard that, but then he quickly pulled his mouth back, "Oh? What do you mean you haven't thought it through?"

"That's right. I, I, I, I probably have some thoughts in my mind as well."

"have what?"

"There is...one person."

"Well, who is it?"

Cheng Yu really wanted to get into bed. What happened to Zhang Hengyu?! Do you know when to stop?!

Was the previous image of a handsome man all fake?

Thinking so, he actually did it, and slowly slid down into the bed.

Zhang Hengyu was almost amused by his actions.

He pulled back the quilt and pulled out Cheng Yu who was trying to play dumb, "Zi Yao, what are you doing? Are you tired?"

"Oh, yes, yes! I'm tired and want to sleep!" Cheng Yu reacted suddenly.

"Okay, then Ziyao can rest after you answer the last question."

"What, what's the problem?" Cheng Yu's eyes began to wander again, and his fingers tightly grasped the corner of the quilt.

"Who is Zi Yao's person in mind?" Zhang Hengyu asked softly.

Cheng Yu pursed his lips, struggle flashed in his eyes, and after a few moments he seemed to have figured it out. He raised his head and looked directly at Zhang Hengyu, "It's you, Brother Changyuan."

"I have never been in love with anyone before, so I don't know what kind of emotions these are."

"But, in fact, I have been deeply dependent on Brother Changyuan for a long time."

"That night I was under the rubble, thinking about all my memories of the past twenty years. The person who appeared most in my mind, besides my grandparents and Xiaobao, was Brother Changyuan."

"I thought I would never see you and Xiaobao again in this life. We didn't even have a last goodbye."

"When I heard your voice coming from the ground, I felt extremely relieved and at peace."

"Brother Changyuan, you have already infiltrated my life."

When Zhang Hengyu heard Cheng Yu say that he could hear his voice in the ruins, he felt distressed and blamed himself. If he had gone to the palace earlier, his Zi Yao would not have suffered so much.