Yuezhaoyingan

Ji Qing has many years of healing experience, plus the special medicine box given by Qu He before he left, and stayed in the small inn where he stayed for two days. Zhao'an's condition has stabilized for the time being, but he has not woken up , The previous high fever gave him a splitting headache, and a kind of sadness from the bottom of his heart lingered in his heart.

There are many scenes in the nightmare that he has never seen before in his memory. Sometimes Ling Yu's appearance flashes across, but his stature is smaller than at any time in his memory, and his eyebrows and eyes are slightly immature, just reaching out to him gently. Both hands, and sometimes the face of a strange woman, loving and gentle, calling him softly, making him want to get closer, but he kept chasing and chasing, but he still couldn't touch the corner of her skirt. Mie Mie turned into a sea of ​​flames, causing him to struggle in a cold sweat.

In a daze, Zhao'an burst into tears, "Mother..."

Hearing Zhao'an's raving, Ling Yu knocked over the medicine bowl in his hand. Ji Qing obviously heard it too. After a while, he hurried over to clean it up. Seeing Ling Yu's silence for a long time, he could only think about frying the medicine bowl first. Come.

This trip they went secretly, and they couldn't delay too long, so on the second day when Zhao'an's complexion improved, Ji Qing drove Ling Yu and Zhao'an back to Xingnai in a carriage.

Zhao'an woke up on the staggering way home, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Yu who was tired but still gentle, with his head resting on Ling Yu's lap, and Ling Yu was looking down at him with distant eyes, tender love.

After not speaking for many days, his voice was hoarse, and Zhao An closed his eyes tiredly, and murmured: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I couldn't bring him back."

Covering Zhao'an's eyes with warm and soft hands, feeling his tears wet between his fingers, Ling Yu said: "It doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that you are still by my side."

The wounds on Zhao'an's body were already healed, but in order to avoid the loss of energy caused by the bumpy journey day and night, he put some calming drugs in his medicine, so he was mostly lethargic along the way.

When Zhao'an woke up again, he saw Qu He sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his nose with his sleeves, his eyes were red and swollen with tears, and he didn't look like the hot-tempered young lady at all. He knew that she was worried about herself, so Zhao'an She smiled weakly at her: "Don't cry, it will be even uglier if you cry again."

Seeing him waking up with injuries and still smiling at her, Qu He sniffed his nose, stared at some red and swollen eyes, thought for a long time before the words popped out of his mouth, and cursed with a crying voice: "Bah .”

The butler delivered the medicine, and seeing the two of them back to normal, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Qu He guarded Zhao'an and drank the medicine. Looking at his face that had lost a lot of weight, he still couldn't let it go, thinking about how to make up for him, but Zhao'an still had Ling Yan in mind, so he asked : "Where is Your Highness?"

"I went to the palace early in the morning. I was sick for a few days before I was not in Beijing, and almost alarmed the imperial physician." Qu He still felt lingering fear when he thought about it, but luckily Ling Yu came back in time, otherwise he couldn't hide it, after all Ling Yu was in charge of the household department, and then entered the military department. He was in the limelight, and everyone in the court, big and small, was staring at him.

After finishing speaking, he babbled about Ling Yu's difficulties in recent years, and of course emphasized that he was able to manage his family properly in order to be orderly.

Zhao'an looked at the agile Qu He quietly, but was a little lost in thought when he listened to her words.

"That..." Looking at Zhao'an with a soft complexion, Qu He asked a little bit expectantly, "Zhao'an, do you like Brother Yu? That's not the ordinary kind of liking, but that kind of liking, right? ?”

Zhao'an knew that he would have to face this problem after all, and Qu He was His Highness's wife, so he nodded calmly, but with a heavy heart in his heart, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

After Qu He got the answer, she felt much more relaxed, but she automatically ignored the thoughtless sorry later, she thought that Zhao'an was because of Ji Qing's departure, and said with a groan: "I know I'm sorry. You have to honor your sister well, understand?"

But Zhao'an obviously missed the point, even though he knew that Qu He was never fussy about trifles, Zhao'an couldn't help but twitched his eyelids for being able to say something similar to a wife, concubine and sister to a man who adores her husband in this way.

He looked around Ling Yu's bedroom where he was now, and the strange and familiar feeling eroded his body and mind. He had already caused too much trouble to everyone in the mansion, and he didn't want Qu He to share Ling Yu with him with a smile, let alone Faced with embarrassment when Ling Fei grew up, he avoided Qu He's eager eyes, just smiled and didn't speak.

After nightfall, in Zhao'an's own small courtyard, he lay on his side on the bed, curled up in a drowsy sleep, but the sound of the door opening woke him up, he sat up, and saw the person who was dressed in the moonlight clearly , the originally straight back bent, leaned against the head of the bed, and coughed twice: "Your Highness."

With a gentle face on his face, Ling Yu sat by his bed and helped him cover the quilt, but with inexplicable emotions in his eyes, he said for a long time: "Is it better?"

Zhao'an suppressed the slight itching in his throat and said, "It's much better."

Then there was another long silence, with the moonlight slowly flowing between the two of them, Ling Yu said slowly, "Why did you move back to the small courtyard in the afternoon?" He returned to the house, but did not see him laying it on the bed with his own hands His heart skipped a beat, and he asked the housekeeper to find out that Zhao'an insisted on moving back to the small courtyard in the afternoon.

Zhao'an turned his head to avoid Ling Yu's gaze: "I... am used to living here."

Ling Yu lowered his eyelids and didn't speak. From the moment he saw the sober Zhao'an just now, he wanted to reach out and hug Zhao'an, to really confirm that he had really brought him back, but Zhao'an dodged His gaze stopped him, and through Zhao'an's Qingjun eyebrows, his thoughts drifted away, his voice was still gentle, but his heart was a little tense: "Zhao'an... did you remember something?"

Zhao'an's body froze, although he was unconscious at that time, but Ling Yan liked his words, but it was engraved into his bone marrow with deep regret. Nothing will happen, Ling Yan will not join the army, he will be in the house well, and he will have a stable life, he said with some difficulty: "Ling Yan will be like this because of me..."

Is it because of this?Ling Yu's clenched heart loosened slightly, as if he had a chance to breathe, but seeing Zhao'an's uncomfortable look, he asked softly, "It's not your fault." The problem with Ling Yan is that he always thinks about Dying for the one he loves, but not thinking about living well for the one he loves, this is not a problem that Zhaoan can solve.Ling Yu thought of Chu Zelang's words that day, and felt that God's will was tricking people, but he said seriously: "Even if you are here, Ling Yan's problem is nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst, and he has to go on his own. There is a turning point. You don't have to pay too much attention to it."

"Well, I know." Zhao Anqiang agreed to Ling Yu energetically, but he just pretended that Ling Yu was comforting him. He used to think that everyone was inferior to him, but in the end he was the one who kept causing trouble for everyone. , but whether it is Ling Yan or Qu He, he can no longer destroy the life of anyone around him.

Seeing that he was in better spirits, Ling Yu wanted to light a candle. Even if he couldn't hug him, he still wanted to see Zhao'an's appearance. No matter where he was, he wanted to spend more time with Zhao'an now.

But Zhao An also sat up straight when he got up, and said softly: "Your Highness, go back."

Ling Yu's back stopped, such a clear order to chase away guests, such a sober Zhaoan.

Zhao'an held back the reluctance and nostalgia in his heart, forced a smile and said: "I'm a little tired, so I won't send it off."

The snow wind swept in through the cracks of the window that were not tightly closed, like sighs that seemed to be absent, obviously not for a long time, but it seemed extraordinarily long, the time seemed to be stretched in this moment of silence, and finally Ling Yu did not light up Instead, he closed the window, and although he was very close to the bed, he just stood by the window and said: "Then you have a good rest."

"Hmm." The figure who was already lying sideways on the bed responded softly.

After going out to take Zhao'an's door, Ling Yu didn't leave immediately, and the expression of bewilderment and bewilderment appeared on the usually gentle and steady face, which was deeply imprinted in this deserted snowy night and moonlight.