i want to love you

"Boss, please, master..."

"I bah, what master?"

"That's right, who do you think? What kind of Joe!"

When Feng Wuji first entered the mansion, he heard a woman crying and begging from the side hall, as well as the rebuttal voice of the manager. He wanted to listen carefully, but mixed with too many human voices, it seemed that many people were attacking this woman together.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

The guard behind Feng Wuji took a step forward and replied, "Your subordinate will go and see."

Feng Wuji raised his hand, and said to stop: "No need, it sounds like it has something to do with this king, it seems that this king has a lot of good luck." He smiled slightly, wanting to see who else he had offended.

"My lord is auspicious."

Upon entering the side hall, all the servants immediately saluted respectfully, only the woman stood there with tears in her eyes.

"Bold! Please greet the prince when you see him!"

"My lord?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then knelt down in front of him, "Your lord, please show mercy and save the master. The master has been burned for three days, so I can't do without a doctor."

"Master?" Feng Wuji first repeated it amusedly, then raised his eyebrows, then lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Long Ziye? Is your master Long Ziye?"

"Yes, my lord."

Feng Wuji suddenly clasped her shoulders, and asked anxiously: "What do you think happened to him?"

The woman was startled, and cried, "It has been burning for three days and three nights."

When Feng Wuji heard this, he couldn't help frowning. "What did the doctor say?"

"If you don't have any money, call a doctor."

Feng Wuji immediately let go, turned his head and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you still doing here? Find me the best doctor in the whole capital. You! Let me enter the palace and invite Imperial Physician Ye to come out. People, there is no need to say anything else.”

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to react to the speed of the changing situation. They trembled under Feng Wuji's furious direct gaze, and retreated after taking orders. Run to the palace.

Feng Wuji snorted coldly, then turned around, and said in a slow tone: "Take me to see him."

"Yes." The woman wiped away her tears, and was overjoyed to lead Feng Wuji to see the master.

Stepping into the simple bamboo hut, Feng Wuji's heart twisted for no reason, when he saw the man on the bed, he rushed to his bed in three steps at a time without thinking carefully.

"Dragon Ziye?"

The cheeks of the man on the bed were flushed, and he was breathing with his mouth open, clouds of white mist curled up from his mouth, Feng Wuji put his hand on his forehead, the scalding temperature shocked him.

"Water... like autumn, water..."

Feng Wuji immediately rushed to the table to pour water, but found that it was empty, and couldn't help throwing it down angrily.

"No? What are you doing here? Where are the others going? The master is sick, and the servants are not around to serve?"

Ru Qiu cried and panted, "There is no one else here, and there is no time to boil water for the master."

Feng Wuji was dumbfounded on the spot, his anger went straight to his chest, he threw up his sleeves angrily, walked to the bedside, wrapped his hot body tightly in his arms with the quilt, and carefully hugged him.

"Follow me, this place doesn't matter."

"Cold...like autumn...cold..." The cold wind poured into the quilt that could not keep out the cold, Long Ziye was trembling and raving.

Feng Wuji hugged him more anxiously and said: "It's not cold, it won't be cold in a while."

"Cold...painful...Ruqiu...don't worry..." Long Ziye repeated unconsciously.

"Where does it hurt? Just bear with it."

Feng Wuji walked very fast, and because of his impatience, he walked quickly, like Qiu trotting behind him.

"Master was congenitally suffering from heart disease, and probably committed it again."

Feng Wuji pursed his lips tightly, and walked faster, in order to avoid the oncoming wind caused by performing lightness kung fu to make him even colder, he had no choice but to walk quickly in the palace holding him.

Kicking open the door of the dormitory and quickly entering the inner room, Feng Wuji carefully put him on the bed, turned around and shouted to the servants who came in: "Brazier, quilt! You go to the door and guard the door. Please call immediately when the doctor arrives." Come here, if you delay the treatment, be careful that this king will kill you. And you too, be smart, he is a princess, do what he should do, and let this king keep his eyes open. You , order the dining room to prepare tonics for recuperating the body, make some ginger tea, no, I think I have to prepare light food, so that he can use it when he wakes up, anyway, prepare it, go quickly.”

The servants took orders, and rushed out of the door one by one as if fleeing.

Ruqiu took a breath, and took a few steps closer, but was again angered.

"You go out, master has any illness before, think it over and explain it to the doctor, and retreat behind the screen, the king will call you if something happens...Ruqiu, right? If you stop someone, even if the doctor comes, you can't do it without the king's order." Do not break in."

"Yes." Ru Qiu was worried, but retreated behind the screen under his sharp eyes.

Feng Wuji turned his head and pulled back the quilt. His tangled brows were still unresolved, and he carefully untied the slightly wet single clothes on his body. He probably sweated but did not change them. He caught cold repeatedly.

"Cold..." Long Ziye shook his head ravingly, pushing his hands indiscriminately, shrinking his body tremblingly.

How could Feng Wuji allow him to resist so much, he tore off his clothes in twos and threes, and then wrapped his body with a good silk quilt.

"Is it still cold? Is it still uncomfortable?" Feng Wuji stretched out his hand and held his hands tightly, concentrating on slowly transmitting the pure Yang internal energy into his cold hands.

"Hmm..." Long Ziye snorted comfortably, his frowning brows relaxed a bit, and he hid himself in Feng Wuji's arms, his closed eyes no longer trembled, his moaning lips gradually closed, As if slowly falling asleep in his arms.

Feng Wuji paused for a while, it's not that he has never hugged someone before, but this is the first time he has hugged someone in this situation, and his pause made the paused moans sound again.

"cold……"

Feng Wuji hastily continued to use his internal force to expel the cold for him, seeing him docilely nestled in his arms, he gradually calmed down, and was amazed by his anger.

I have never stopped thinking about seeing him these few days, but I am busy with chores and have no skills at all. Although I know that thinking about him and losing my temper for him are two different things, I never thought that I would be angry and lose my mind because of him. Proper, which resulted in the frizzy behavior of a boy just now.

How can it affect this?You obviously only think he's interesting, don't you?

"My lord, the doctor and Imperial Physician Ye have arrived."

Feng Wuji snapped back to his senses, stretched out his hand to hook down the bed curtain, this action surprised him again.

He pursed his thin lips, went to bed and hugged him without thinking, and shouted through the bed curtain: "Come in."

Holding his hand, only letting his wrist stick out of the bed curtain, his eyes were extremely gloomy, as if he couldn't understand and could do nothing about his many incredible behaviors.

Sometimes it was like being tossed in a sea of ​​fire, and sometimes it was like being buried in ice-cold snow, with countless insects biting his chest, endless pain, this was not the first time he had suffered, but it was still so painful that he couldn't get used to it.

The most frightening thing was the endless torture, the same pain that would never subside, spreading from the left chest to all the limbs, and even breathing felt like a torment.

I don't know how long it took, there was a warmth holding me, and a soothing voice came from my ear.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain finally subsided.

When Long Ziye opened his eyes, he felt refreshed, as if he had never been tortured by pain.

With a cry, Long Ziye wanted to get up, but found that he seemed to be trapped and unable to move.

Feeling strange, when he turned his head, the handsome face at close range made his eyes widen in fright.

"you……"

"Are you awake?" Feng Wuji put his palm on his forehead, and sure enough it didn't burn again.

"Well, you..." Long Ziye blushed, and was surprised to find that he was holding him in his arms, even naked.

Feng Wuji looked at his shyness and smiled lightly. "Is there a problem? Wangfei." The last two words were deliberately lightened, and the eyes were ambiguous.

Long Ziye's entire face was flushed red. It was obvious that there were two men, but he felt ashamed that he was completely naked. He struggled to get up, but his chest suddenly hurt, and he lost all strength.

Feng Wuji saw that he suddenly wrinkled his face, let out a muffled grunt, and fell into his arms again, put his hand on his chest, and rubbed it gently.

"Does it hurt? I'll ask the imperial physician to come in again."

"No, old problem, it doesn't get in the way."

Feng Wuji raised his eyebrows, but didn't make much rebuttal. "Better?"

"En." Long Ziye felt a warm current in his chest, and gradually felt much more comfortable.

Feng Wuji saw that his brows were no longer furrowed, and helped him to lie down. "I'm going to ask the imperial doctor to come over, you can rest for a while."

Long Ziye pulled him back and said, "No need, it's too troublesome."

Feng Wuji took his hand and said: "I said no trouble, no one dared to snort. You are in such pain and have a fever all the time, how dare you tell me it's okay? Take it easy, I won't believe you. "

Long Ziye was told that he couldn't refute, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

Feng Wuji put his hands into the silk quilt and covered him tightly. "I'll change the quilt for you in a while. I'm afraid I'll catch a cold again after sweating and stuffy. Your medicine will be in vain."

"This..." Long Ziye frowned and wanted to say something, but his index finger was pressed against his lips, and his face turned red immediately.

"You are more honest than you, don't talk nonsense to me anymore, take a good rest, I will go back as soon as I go."

Long Ziye nodded shyly, watching him pull down the bed curtain, put on a shirt, and then turn around to go out, the unprecedented warmth made his nose sore.

Except for Sixth Sister, no one treated him so well.

The Sixth Sister has blood relationship with him, and he is the first outsider who treats him well. Such kindness will only make him like him more and more.

His mood of worry and joy made his heart ache again.

With a soft cry, he still decided to press it first, without thinking too much, his body did not allow him to fluctuate emotionally.

After finally calming down a little bit, I just wanted to close my eyes when I saw the man carrying the tray and crossing the screen, followed by three gentlemen, one of them was very familiar, after thinking about it, it was the doctor Ye who treated Feng Wuji at that time .

He said he would go back as soon as he said, which was really surprising to him.

The three gentlemen bowed respectfully, not daring to raise their eyes, and stopped behind the round table, while he put down the tray, walked to the bed, stretched his hand through the bed curtain, and pulled out his hand.

"Doctor Ye, he just had another heart attack."

"Yes." Doctor Ye walked forward, sat on a chair, put three fingers on the pulse, and carefully checked the pulse condition. After a while, he retracted his hand respectfully, stood up and bowed his head and said: "The princess's body has generally stabilized, but Heart disease is born, I am afraid it cannot be cured, only find a way to control it.”

"I'm tired of hearing what you said. He suffers from pain from time to time. Could it be that I want to stand by and watch?" He asked coldly, holding Long Ziye's hand, wrapping it gently, and rubbing it back and forth.

"This... I will go back and read the medical books, and I will definitely find a better way."

"Really? How long should I wait?"

Long Ziye looked at the man, then at the slightly frowning doctor, and said quickly, "Mr. Ye, don't worry, this is an old problem of mine, and I don't think it can be cured for a while, so you don't need to worry, my lord, I..."

"What are you?" Feng Wuji interrupted him lightly, raised his eyes to look at another doctor, "Come here."

"Yes, my lord." The doctor took Long Ziye's pulse, and after a while, he replied respectfully, "The view of the grass people is the same as that of Mr. Ye."

"Hmph, it's your turn."

The third doctor stepped forward, and the answer was the same.

Feng Wuji put his hands into the quilt, and carefully covered it tightly.

"You all want me to wait, don't you?"

"The minister (grassman) is incompetent, please forgive me." The three of them looked at each other and knelt down together.

Long Ziye frowned, grabbed his hand in desperation and said: "My lord, I'm really fine, please don't embarrass the doctor."

"Embarrassing?" Feng Wuji snorted coldly.

"It's the minister who is incompetent, please forgive me, Princess."

"It's the grassroots who are incompetent, please princess..."

Feng Wuji frowned and said: "That's enough, leave everything to this king, this king doesn't want to listen to these nonsense that has nothing to do with the concubine's condition, so I immediately think of a way for this king."

"Yes, the minister (grassman) is leaving."

Long Ziye looked at him for a long time, then said softly: "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about me, this is just an old problem that doesn't hurt, it really doesn't need to be bothered."

Feng Wuji glanced at him lightly, got up and walked to the table, took the bowl of medicine.

"Okay, this is not something you should think about, drink the medicine first."

Long Ziye couldn't help but blush when he watched him lift up the bed curtain, take a sip of the soup, and cool it carefully.

When the spoonful of soup came close to his lips, he stretched out his hand in panic to take the bowl of medicine.

"I can do it myself."

Feng Wuji raised his eyebrows and said: "If you don't drink the medicine and you get sick again, someone outside will be scolded."

Long Ziye looked at the jet-black concoction in the golden-rimmed spoon, blushed and opened his lips, asking him to feed him the medicine.

"The doctor said you were sick from overwork, presumably because you took care of me."

Long Ziye had a meal, half closed his eyes, and swallowed the bitterness along with the soup.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about it, it's just a little effort, it's nothing to worry about."

Feng Wuji chuckled lightly and said: "What an effort, it's an effort to make myself sick, others avoid it, but you..." He stopped, as if on purpose.

Long Ziye didn't dare to speak again, his body went from hot to cold, and then from cold to hot again, he didn't understand what he said, and was even more afraid that he would see something.

After drinking a bowl of medicine in silence, Feng Wuji picked up the tray and left with a smile of unknown meaning, leaving Long Ziye with a puzzled silence.

When Feng Wuji came in again, he walked slowly to the bedside with a silk quilt in his hand.

"Still thinking?"

He put down the quilt, stooped to put away the silk quilt on his body unexpectedly, Long Ziye was about to exclaim when his body got cold, and the man immediately covered the new quilt that he just brought in, it was so hot as if it had been baked, very hot Quickly drive away the cold.

Feng Wuji looked at the surprise in his eyes, smiled lightly, went out and came in again, did not bring anything, just sat on the side of the bed with a smile.

Long Ziye huddled in the warm silk quilt, half-closed his eyes, drowsy, but his eyes were fixed on him, making it difficult for him to ignore him, so he had to say nah, "My lord?"

"Huh?" He leaned over and smoothed the hair on his cheeks behind his ears, and the flawless skin where he could touch was dyed a light pink, revealing an alluring and sinful atmosphere, which made his eyes darken a bit.

Long Ziye was silent for a while, then said again: "How about I go back to my room?"

Feng Wuji stroked his skin with the back of his hand, not worried about the abrupt beauty at all. "This is your house. You will live here in the future. I have already packed up your things and put them in the room."

"But..." Long Ziye looked suspiciously at the familiar decoration, it was clearly his bedroom.

"You don't think it's right?"

Long Ziye frowned, probably because he felt something was wrong, but wanted to let him step down, so he nodded slightly.

"Oh?" Feng Wuji rested his hands on both sides of his cheeks, lowered his head, and stopped less than an inch away from his surprised and blushing face, "I've never heard of Longde's law of separating husbands and wives."

"Gah?" Long Ziye opened his lips wide, as if he couldn't understand what he said.

Feng Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You invited me."

Kissing his half-opened lips, effortlessly inserted into the mouth of the foolish man, entangled his stiff green tongue, kissed back and forth, carefully and slowly, taking into account his greenness, repeatedly Kissing, just to let him get used to this sudden intimacy.

Withdrew slowly, bit his soft lips and said: "As long as you nod, we will be a real couple, how about it?"

Not lightly, but thoughtfully.

Since he easily shook his emotions, Feng Wuji has no reason not to let him be his own.

Regardless of the reason for this abnormality, but I want him, want to love him, and want to take care of him very urgently.

And he has always been a willful, willful person who wants what he wants, not to mention that this man coveted him for a longer time, and if he wants him, each of his wishes will be fulfilled, which may not be bad.

"What?" It's not that I didn't hear clearly, but I was afraid of missing something.Long Ziye grabbed his shoulder excitedly, tears welled up in his eyes, timid expectation was faintly visible in his eyes.

"Are you agreeing?" Feng Wuji asked, kissing his wet red eyes.

"I……"

"Promise me, I will treat you well."

What a nice sentence, Long Ziye nodded with misty eyes.

What followed was a deeper kiss, as if wanting to take something away from his mouth, the kiss caught him off guard, but he also tasted the slightest bit of sweetness spreading from the lips and tongue of the kiss.

The twists and turns, no one would have expected that the newlyweds would leave the princess to go to the battlefield the next day, but in the blink of an eye, they are already gluey, loving and sweet, and envious of others.

All negligence in the past, although there was no clear and severe punishment, but everyone understands the prince's temper, and now he has so clearly spoiled Long Ziye, if anyone commits the crime again, he will seek his own death.

Although the servant doesn't understand why he should be so kind to Prince Longde who made Feng Ling a laughingstock, but instead of speculating about such things that are not part of his duty, it is better to serve this delicate master well so that he can keep his head Safety.

"Where is the concubine?" The prince's importance to this master can be understood from the first sentence when he returns home every day.

"The princess is in the Library Pavilion."

"Where's the medicine? Did you drink it?"

"I drank it an hour ago."

Raising his hand to signal them to stay on guard outside the Library Pavilion, he gently opened the door, and after walking a few steps, he heard ㄚ头 yelling.

"Master, it's too high, come down quickly."

"Okay, don't yell. If you are heard, you should invite a group of people to come in and look at me." The lowered voice was a little dissatisfied and a little nervous.

Feng Wuji smiled silently, his concubine seemed not used to many people coming up to him, asking for their health, and always had a bitter face because of this, she really didn't look like a person who was born in the royal family.

"Ah, be careful, okay, okay, if you come down, Ruqiu will just pick it up for you."

"You are a girl, I don't worry about it."

"Master, you..."

Feng Wuji looked at his head and made a gesture of silence, his head understood it, smiled and pointed in the direction, turned around, and then quietly exited.

Long Ziye, who was sitting on the ladder, was a little surprised that the chattering sparrow suddenly became quiet, and while flipping through the books, he asked, "Ruqiu, are you angry? Why don't you speak?"

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound.

Long Ziye frowned suspiciously, looked down and opened his mouth wide in fright when he saw the man holding the ladder.

"Okay, come down quickly, what book do you want, don't worry if your head won't get it for you, I'll get it for you."

Long Ziye blushed, went down the stairs with a smirk, and looked around, only to realize that at some point, there were only the two of them left here.

"Don't look, your head has been kicked out by me."

"Also, she is about to become your head."

"Do you like it?" Feng Wuji hugged him, and walked towards the warm kang in the side hall of Zangshu Pavilion.

"How dare!"

Feng Wuji laughed a few times, and sat on the heated kang with him.

"Is your body feeling better today? Does your chest still hurt? Tomorrow, Imperial Physician Ye will come to the mansion again."

"It's time for another doctor's visit."

Feng Wuji smiled lightly and said, "What book did you take?"

"Originally, I took Sun Tzu's Art of War, but unfortunately I only found it boring after reading it twice, so I wanted to find this collection of poems to read."

"You've only just been ill, reading a book is debilitating, it's better not to read it."

"I played chess yesterday, and you said it hurt your nerves." Long Ziye retorted helplessly.

"I said that I'm not in the mansion. You can do whatever you like. When I return to the mansion, you should be with me." Feng Wuji took the book from his hand involuntarily. Let me help you take it back."

"Then what do you want to do today?" Long Ziye leaned on him helplessly.

"Why? Want you to accompany me, so unwilling and unwilling?" Feng Wuji slightly distanced the two of them, put his hands on his shoulders, looked for acupuncture points, and then gently massaged him.

Long Ziye narrowed his eyes comfortably and said, "Your kung fu is really getting better and better."

"I've been practicing for a month."

"Why would a dignified prince want to learn this?"

"It's not because of you."

"Because of me? How to say?"

Feng Wuji's eyes flashed and said: "Now is not the time, you will know after a while."

"My lord, General Hong came to the mansion the day before yesterday to discuss the matter of Qu Guo with you, right?"

"Well, I trust you Chrysostom, the war is indeed all right for the time being, until the middle of spring in February next year, it should be impossible for us to start a war."

"Really? That's great." Long Ziye smiled happily and curled his lips.

Feng Wuji stopped, kissed his lips and smiled.

"However, the foreign troubles have just stopped, and the internal strife is just about to start. The situation of the father is getting worse day by day, and everyone is coveting the throne."

Long Ziye looked up at him worriedly and said, "You want to be emperor too?"

"I don't want to, but it doesn't mean I can stay out of it if I don't want to."

"Why?" Long Ziye suddenly added hastily, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, this is about your Fengling, I..."

Feng Wuji kissed fiercely and said: "I took the initiative to mention it to you, have you never heard of the husband who married you? I don't care who you were in the past, but from now on, remember that you are the king of Fengling Yuri wife."

"I know." Long Ziye smiled sweetly, "Then why don't you want to be emperor?"

"The emperor's throne is extremely cold, and his hands and feet are tied everywhere, which is not in line with my personality. I fought on the battlefield and almost killed another Fengling for Fengling, creating a new prosperous world. This is enough for me. I am tired of the chaos on the battlefield. Life, I want to play something else, this is the original intention." After finishing speaking, he carried out his procedures and said, "And now because of you, I am more determined not to seek the throne."

"Because I'm a man?"

"That's right, it's impossible for Feng Ling's group of veterans to accept a male empress, let alone you alone in the huge harem, so it's better not to fight, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body."

Long Ziye's body shook, he said the reason for not fighting for the throne, but it sounded like a promise to him.

"However, even so, we still have to choose sides."

"Wait, lord, what you just said means..." Long Ziye looked up at him, in disbelief.

"Like a fool." Feng Wuji kissed his red nose, the more we got along with each other, the less he could see that he would say those words to silence everyone. "I've made it clear, what doubts do you have?"

"How can you be sure?"

Feng Wuji smiled calmly and said: "I can't say the reason, I always do things based on feeling, although I can't say why, but I want your heart, that is the best and most important reason."

"You..." Long Ziye was dumbfounded, who in the world could confess so freely and frankly like him. "I'm a man."

"Well, I know very well, but don't forget who took care of you before."

Long Ziye choked up and said, "Then you still..."

"What a fool." Feng Wuji hugged him tightly, "Believe it or not, we will have plenty of time in the future. Believe me, no matter how much you have been wronged in the past, in the future I will pamper you to heaven and let you do your best. The happiest person in the world."

"I am now." Long Ziye hugged him back.

"Moreover, I want you to be as happy as I am. Tomorrow is my father's birthday, and we will go to the palace to choose the next emperor." Feng Wuji smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with interest.

"Let's...choose?"

"I have the military power in my hands, whoever I acquiesce in will be the emperor."

"So you are so powerful?"

Feng Wuji couldn't help laughing, how dare this man fall in love with him without even knowing who he is?

"You just know."

"Then who do you care about?"

"I don't know, but I made a divination a few days ago, and I kind of understand it in my heart. I will go to the palace tomorrow to see the situation and make a final decision."

"You know divination?" Long Ziye froze all of a sudden.

Feng Wuji turned around him, cupped his face and said: "You are very unfamiliar with your husband."

Long Ziye avoided his gaze, pursed his lips tremblingly and said, "Then you know fortune-telling, don't you?"

"certainly."

"Then I Ke's father, Ke's mother, Ke's brothers, Ke's family and his wife..."

Feng Wuji pecked away the rest of his words and said: "Absurd words, let me prove that you are the most wealthy and noble person in the world, you can achieve your wishes, and you are extremely auspicious."

"Liar..." Long Ziye wanted to cry, he said it was absurd, but he suffered countless years for it.

"Don't believe your husband's words? My master is number five in the world, unparalleled in the world."

"fifth?"

"Humble, but the old man has something to say, the first four will all go home by crane and compete in the sky."

Long Ziye burst into tears and laughed, "Are you fooling me?"

"You don't believe your husband's words, and you don't believe your master's words either. Be bold, Long Ziye, and see how I deal with you." Feng Wuji held him down with a smile on his face.

Long Ziye smiled and looked at him seriously, "Don't lie to me, if one day..."

Feng Wuji clasped his fingers tightly, and interrupted him with a smile: "Come on, there is no such a day, and there are no ifs and ifs. You are too persistent, but clinging to useless things, it is better than my temper. You Ah, the two of us should be entangled for life after life, are you afraid?"

Long Ziye stared at him seriously and said, "Don't be afraid."

Feng Wuji smiled and kissed him, what a sweet love story.