Yuezhaoyingan

At night, the light rain that had been falling all day finally became thicker, and the dense raindrops divided the night, and the roof soon dripped rainwater in strands, and under the cover of this rain curtain, each courtyard sheltered one side. Peaceful world.

Ling Yu came over with a paper umbrella, and the rain wet his hem, making it slightly damp.

Gently pushing open the door, Zhao An was reading a book on the soft couch in his unlined clothes, his hair was only tied up loosely, the fragrance and steam from the bath filled the air, seeing him coming in, he sat up in a reclining posture : "Your Highness..." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head to look for shoes.

Before he found it, Ling Yu had already walked to his side, so he simply stopped looking and sat cross-legged on the soft couch.

Ling Yu reached out and touched Zhao'an Guangjie's forehead: "Why did you start taking a bath? Has the fever subsided?"

In the past few months, Zhao'an would go to the Yamen with Ling Yu, but Zhao'an suddenly developed a fever last night and stayed in the mansion in the morning. He pulled Ling Yu from his hand, looked up and said, "Leave early, It wasn’t very hot in the morning.” Qu He couldn’t wait for his scraping skills, and if he didn’t retreat, Qu He would use the scraping board to pick off his clothes. Thinking of this, Zhao’an still had a chill.

The temperature was already normal, Ling Yu felt relieved, sat down next to him, put on the coat he had kicked casually at his feet, and told him, "Don't be greedy for cold."

"En." Zhao'an answered while pulling his coat.

Sitting beside Ling Yu, Zhao'an had long since lost his mind on reading, and turned his head and nestled into Ling Yu's arms like a kitten. Ling Yu smiled and relaxed a little, wrapping him in his arms inside.

The two of them didn't speak, but their slightly dry and hot skin touched each other. Zhao'an felt a little drunk, and his face was inexplicably hot even though he didn't have any alcohol.

He cleared his throat with some guilt, and asked, "Your Highness came back a little late today, are you busy?"

Ling Yu pondered for a while and said: "It's nothing, but His Majesty agreed to establish a crown prince, and the court may not be peaceful."

Zhao An was taken aback when he heard the words, separated slightly from his arms, raised his head and asked, "Does Your Highness have any plans?"

Thinking of the situation in the court today, it was obvious that he wanted to target him in advance. Although he failed to achieve his goal, the ecstasy that flashed in Qin Xiang's eyes behind him could not escape his eyes.It's just that Ling Yu knows Emperor Cheng too well, I'm afraid Qin Xiang is too happy too early.

But thinking back to the young official whom he had supported to stand up and say the words of hatred, a trace of tyranny suddenly surged in Ling Yu's heart.

He seldom felt this way, after a moment of confusion, he could only suppress and cover it up with a more gentle appearance.

Looking at Zhao'an's worried eyes, Ling Yu smiled and said: "Let it be, what should come will come eventually, after all, you can't sit still and wait for death."

It's just that he relaxes by Zhao'an's side, but he still can't hold back his thoughts. Maybe he subconsciously feels that there is no need to hide from Zhao'an.

Looking at Ling Yu's usual gentle smile, Zhao'an remembered that Ling Yu's life in the court was not smooth sailing. When the twists and turns happened many years ago, he just smiled gently and said "it's okay" in the cold years.But at that time, I was anxious, always only thinking about how to help him, wanting to be indispensable to him, gradually ignoring his strength and patience, gradually forgetting that many years ago, his gentle Highness, who was as gentle as jade, was alone. One person stood firmly in the court when the Ye family was weak, didn't follow the trend, didn't play tricks, and won the praise of all the civil servants and generals of the court - that was his chess game.

But now, in Ling Yu's same gentle and smiling eyes, Zhao'an saw something different, it was faint self-doubt and struggle.

Today in the court, it must not have been directly and simply talked about the matter of establishing a reserve, and there must have been other things that happened. Ling Yu didn't say anything, Zhao An could understand.

Although he didn't know what happened to make Ling Yu's eyes have such an inexplicable emotion, in Zhao'an's view, Ling Yu didn't need to doubt himself at all. He said softly, "Your Highness, I believe in you."

Ling Yu thought about Zhao'an's effort to work hard for his great cause no matter what he did before, and thought that what he said was that he believed that he would have the upper hand in the discussion of establishing a reserve, so he asked with a smile: "Do you really believe me? ?”

What do you believe?Do you believe that Ling Yu can ascend to the throne of God?Zhaoan is not sure.

Following Ling Yu's side these days, he is no longer impatient, and he feels Ling Yu's innate dominance again, and he also peeks into the entire prosperous Yuanhe's rout from the inside. It is a quiet encroachment, enough to destroy the foundation Ling Yan's matter is one of the indifference and nothingness in the world.

No one knows what will happen in the future. The only thing he can confirm at this moment is that Ling Yu himself must be the best choice for Yuanhe now.

He propped himself up, looked at Ling Yu, his eyes were full of handsome and gentle face, and said: "I believe Your Highness, maybe His Highness is not the sun in everyone's heart, but he will definitely bring Yuanhe people a bright future." A person who comes to light. I also believe in myself, no matter what others say, to me, Your Highness is the eternal moon in the long night, the only light."

Ling Yu was stunned by his words, even his breathing became lighter, and even the trace of inexplicable tyranny was smoothed away and disappeared without a trace, but his eyes became more determined.In the past, he was able to be gentle when it was so difficult, and he thought that he would also be able to maintain this gentleness in the future, even if it was only for Zhao'an, just for the affection and sincerity in front of him.

Zhao'an's eyes were shining brightly: "No matter where you are in the future, or what position you are in, I will be by your side, always." Maybe there will be thousands of changes in the future, and maybe everything will not be as you wish, whether life or death, he will always be by your side. I don't want to leave Ling Yu again.

As soon as the words fell, the lips were gently kissed, and the two breaths were entangled together, and they separated after a long time.

"What you said just now, will you regret it?" Ling Yu looked at his lover who was close at hand, and couldn't help reaching out to caress Zhao'an's cheek. There was a hint of pain in his heart full of nostalgia, but he didn't wait for an answer and just wanted to talk again. Confirmed: "No matter what happens, I will not regret it."

Zhao'an's heart was beating like a drum, his reddish cheeks rubbed against Ling Yu's palm, and he leaned his head to kiss his palm, his eyes were full of charm: "No, never will."

The patter of rain outside the window, the slightly itchy touch touched each other's heartstrings, with the throbbing of a few strands of hair scattered on Zhao'an's fair neck, Ling Yu lowered his head again, the moment his lips and tongue were intertwined, his heart was on fire. And born, burning each other's lingering love.

The bed curtain was lowered gently.

A blurred voice came from the covered tent: "Your Highness..."

"Call me by my name." The gentle and restrained voice stopped for a while, and coaxed softly, "Hey, call me by my name." He said again and again until he reached his goal.

And as if he could no longer bear the tenderness and love, his trembling voice couldn't help but softly called out: "Ling Yu... Ling Yu..."

"Well, I'm here." He let out a sigh of satisfaction, "I've always been here."

The wind caresses gently, the candlelight shakes slightly, and the shadows of the tents form a pair.

The next morning, Zhao'an still couldn't get up, and when Ling Yu stood up, he specifically told the housekeeper to let him rest for a while.

Qu He thought that his fever had not gone down, so he packed the scraping board and was about to rush to the small courtyard. Ji Qing grabbed him, touched his nose unconsciously and said, "That...Your Highness seemed to want to fly a kite."

Qu He, who has never seen sex and forgets friends, immediately happily followed Ji Qing to the street to buy a kite, and only came back in the evening after this trip, leaving behind Ling Fei, who had never said anything but really wanted to fly a kite, holding his chin Looking through the autumn waters, I didn't even see a kite string.

But Qu He was still very conscientious. When he came back, he gave Ling Fei a bunch of candied gourds to appease his grievances before he could complain backhandedly, and then went to Zhaoan with the freshly baked acacia cakes he just bought. .When he kicked open the door of Zhao'an's room, he greeted him very politely: "Silly son, are you feeling better? Can you arrange the steam pot chicken at night?"

Huh?Doesn't this seem normal?Then why don't you go out with Ling Yu, is it because you want to be lazy?Qu He was suspicious.But these are not important right now, the important thing is the ginseng steam pot chicken, the butler's specialty dish, it is not easy to sell, but Zhaoan will always make it if he wants to eat it, yes, the butler is so blatantly partial.

Hearing her words, Zhao'an only felt the veins on his forehead twitch slightly, sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, drinking the hot milk tea with his head down, without raising his eyes: "No."

"Why?" Disappointed, Qu He strode towards Zhao'an, put the acacia cake on the small table on the soft couch, looked at Zhao'an's radiant complexion, and said sadly: "Isn't this just recovering from a serious illness with weak Qi and blood? Just to make up for it..."

Zhao'an said calmly, "Probably because I tend to overeat and swell my brain."

Qu He swallowed the next words immediately, and sighed softly: "You're so vindictive..."

The aroma of the freshly baked acacia pastry permeated the nose, and Zhao An calmly picked up a piece: "Thank you. I am ashamed to compare with the eldest lady."

"If it's the other way around, you'll talk back," Qu He murmured in grief, facing Zhao'an's counterattack, "It's a man's mouth, a deceitful ghost, that I promised to honor my sister."

In just a few words, Qu He's seniority has changed again and again, and Zhao'an also burst out laughing when he saw her upper body as a showman, and turned his head to eat a mouthful of soft snacks by himself.

In fact, Lily Cake was a bit too sweet for An, but the milk tea in his hand was just right. He didn't have much appetite today, but it was just what he wanted.He took a bite of the pastry, and then held the teacup and lowered his head to sip it in small sips. He just felt comfortable. A small section of his fair neck was exposed from the loose neckline, but the sharp-eyed Qu He saw a small trace of ambiguity at a glance. .

"Ah..." All the things were connected together, and she suddenly figured it out, no wonder there was something wrong today, it turned out to be because of this.

"Why?" Zhao'an was startled by her cry, and complained in a low voice, but when she raised her eyes, she saw her pointing at her neck in disbelief, and she couldn't even point her fingers.Zhao An sank down, pretending to be calm and closed his clothes, but suddenly became nervous, afraid that she would say something shocking to the world.

Qu He's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he sighed in shock: "Yeah? Your strategy efficiency is too low."

Huh?Why did I hear a trace of contempt.

The air was quiet for a moment, and with the slight sound of ceramic cracking, the white porcelain teacup in Zhao'an's hand was forced to call an early curtain call. He didn't know whether the efficiency was low or not. The only thing that was certain was that Qu He couldn't eat the steam pot he was thinking about for a long time. chicken.