The king and his political opponents are innocent!

The Second Young Master Gu is easy-going and unrestrained, and he is known to have a wide range of friends, but facing this situation, he has no good looks at all.

Fortunately, King Rong didn't come forward again, he still smiled slightly, sighed, turned around slowly, and led the people away.

Gu Qinghou stared at his figure walking away.

The maids leaned forward and laid a pillow for him, and each of them took a small black bowl of the doctor's tonic.

Gu Qinghou looked at the black concoction.

No matter what the situation is, the medicine still needs to be drunk.

If you don't take care of your body, why...

His eyes dimmed.Slowly moved out from behind the bed and leaned against the lead pillow.

The maid was naturally happy, and forced the corner of her mouth to feed him the concoction.

He took the medicine, leaned on the lead pillow and panted for a while.Two more maids entered the room carrying lunch boxes painted with flowers and grass.A maid placed a small table on his bed, on which were boiled millet porridge, two dishes of vegetarian dishes, one dish of fish, and one dish of shrimp.

Gu Qinghou rested for a while, ate the food slowly, and then lay back on the pillow.

Although he has been awake for two days, he still looks extremely weak. During the day, he is served and taken care of by the maids. At night, when they are resting, he dares to get out of bed lightly and slowly move his stiff hands and feet. .

After two days like this, the king of glory did not come again.

In the middle of the night, under the moon and high above the sky, he got out of bed as usual, wearing only his jacket, walking in the outer hall, kneading his stiff thighs while walking, when he walked to the door, he heard the chatter of night guards outside.

One person said: "Speaking of which, this young master has been here for several days, and he is provided with delicious food and drink every day, but the prince has not given him any food yet!"

"My lord, you also have to worry about it, you are in a hurry."

"Screw you."

The person being scolded smiled, "Otherwise, let's make a bet that the prince will be able to take off his pants in a few days."

Another person smiled obscenely, "I bet within ten days."

"Maximum eight days, Mr. Yang's troubles haven't lasted more than five days..."

Listening to these obscenities, Gu Qinghou clenched his hands rubbing his legs into fists.His chest heaved rapidly, and he stood for a while at the door where the cold wind leaked, then turned and went back to the inner room, lay down in the warm quilt, closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

He lay down hard until it was almost dawn before he fell asleep in a daze.

In his coma, he had many dreams.

It didn't seem long before a pair of warm and dry hands touched his forehead.

The man whispered, "It's a little hot."

The voice is gentle and quiet, like hot spring water flowing through the body.

For a moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or waking up.

There is a fire burning in the heart and lungs, and the sound is like water pouring on the fire, which is very pleasant.

His palms were hot, his body was hot, his throat was hot, and his head and face were so hot that he was about to breathe out.When he was feeling uncomfortable, the voice left.

The voice went further and further away, as if talking to someone, "Why did it suddenly start burning?"

"Physical loss, coupled with the wind and cold..."

Gu Qinghou wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, he frowned slightly in a daze.

This sleep was tired and long, and when he was able to open his eyes, it was the man in front of him.

King Rong was looking closely at him, saw him wake up and smiled slightly, "Are you awake?" He said again: "Every time I see you, I always say this, but it's annoying enough."

Gu Qinghou looked at him quietly, and after a while, he put his hands on the buckle around his waist.

King Rong smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pressing on his waist through the thick quilt, smiling frankly and jokingly, "What kind of treasure is this?"

Gu Qinghou's hand was held down, and he stared at him.

King Rong still smiled slightly, but withdrew his hand. "I just don't move."

He got up, leaving Gu Qinghou behind.

Ask the people behind him, "Can Mr. Gu eat at this time?"

"It's better to use some," said the doctor.

He nodded and beckoned the maid to take out the porridge from the lunch box.

As soon as the maid brought the bowl close to Gu Qinghou's body, she was greeted with a sentence, "Take it away!"

Gu Qinghou was secretly angry in his heart, and he didn't want to eat a bite of food.

The maid froze.Taking the bowl in her hand with one hand, King Rong ordered her to back down.Holding the bowl, he sat calmly beside Gu Qinghou's bed, gently skimmed the noodle soup with a spoon, and said, "You have to eat if you eat, or you have to eat if you don't eat."

He raised his head and brought the spoon to Gu Qinghou's mouth.

Gu Qinghou stared at him, motionless.

King Rong looked back, and after a while, he sighed, "Do you want me to feed you with my mouth?"

Gu Qinghou frowned.

He thought for a while, then lowered his head and held the spoon in his mouth.

It's not clear porridge, but lotus leaf porridge with an oily and salty taste.

Gu Qinghou couldn't tell what was in his heart, he raised his eyes, looked at King Rong, and King Rong happened to be looking down at him, and said: "We two always stare at each other, are you showing off?"

Gu Qinghou remained silent, still ignoring him.

King Rong came and went again and again, and even finished feeding the rice in the bowl.He looked at the empty bowl and smiled, "That's right, Bi Qiu'er eats a lot."

Gu Qinghou looked at him.

"Who is Qiu'er?" He suddenly said.

King Rong froze for a moment, this was the first time he spoke.

King Rong opened his mouth, his dark eyes rolled around.He said: "Qiu'er, she is the beauty beside me. She is very beautiful, as beautiful as you." He nodded.

Gu Qinghou lowered his eyelids and raised the corners of his lips, "It's an honor, you are as beautiful as a ball."

King Rong's smile faltered for a moment, and he looked at Gu Qinghou.

He was bored when he made a joke, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.But it was only for a moment, and he couldn't help himself to laugh.

Gu Qinghou looked at him.

King Rong laughed tremblingly for a while, straightened his waist, and suddenly said "Huh", he looked out of the window and walked under the glass window.

Outside the glass window is facing a twisted plum tree, the pink flowers are covered with a thin layer of white snow, and the ground is completely white as if sprinkled with salt.

"It's snowing." He stared out the window.

The snow light outside the window reflected the person by the window, the person by the window was extremely white and greasy, and the crane on his body reflected the glass light, clear and elegant, with delicate texture.

He turned his head, his face was genuinely happy, "I'll go outside and have a look!"

As he spoke, he ran outside in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, a bright and cheerful face flashed through the glass window.

King Rong was running around in the yard with all the young attendants. He enjoyed himself for a long time under the plum tree, by the rocks of Taihu Lake, and on the surface of the pool covered with thin snow.Seeing that the snow eyes were getting bigger, they seemed to be tearing catkins. He wore a hood and fur coat and watched the servants and maids play snowball fights.Bursts of laughter came in from outside the glass window.

Gu Qinghou leaned on the leading pillow, looking at the happily playing snowman outside the window, when he didn't pay attention, it was already dark.

King Rong, who was wearing a hood, came in from the outside, his whole body was covered with cold air.There are snow particles on the hood.He held a small snowball in his hand and threw it.

"The snow is really heavy." He was very happy. "This is the first snow this year. I guess it will fall until tomorrow."

He put the little snowball in his hand on the high table, unbuttoned it, took off his fur, and put it on the hanger casually.Rubbing his cold and wet hands, he leaned down and said with a smile, "You take your medicine tonight, sleep well, and you'll be fine tomorrow, so I'll let you play in the snow."

Gu Qinghou was noncommittal.

King Rong leaned forward, looking down at his body, not knowing where it fell.Suddenly, his right knee touched the edge of the bed, and he leaned forward, intending to climb onto the bed.

Gu Qinghou was startled by his action, and his upper body couldn't help dodging backwards.

As soon as he dodged, King Rong, who was trying to move forward, stopped, and King Rong stopped for a moment, then retreated and stood on the spot.Then he smiled, still very gentle, "Take your medicine well."

He turned around, picked up the big fur, saw the little snowball on the tall case, squeezed it and handed it to the patient on the bed, "Here you are."

Gu Qinghou was stunned since he withdrew and left, seeing the crystal white ball in his hand, for some reason, he stretched out his hand to catch it inexplicably.

King Rong walked out with his big fur, and the maid standing outside hurriedly helped him put on an umbrella and put on his clothes, and waited on him back and forth.A few maids and a few servants escorted him all the way, through the flowers and snow, he left in a mighty way.

Gu Qinghou was left alone in the Nuan Pavilion, holding a snowball in his hand foolishly, he looked at his palm, and casually threw the snowball on the stool.

He was startled, he just thought that King Rong was going to sleep here...

He doesn't think he is a three-year-old, and he doesn't care if he can get well tomorrow and go out to play in the snow.But when the maid brought the medicine, he drank it obediently, leaving nothing behind.After turning off the light, he got into the bed, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt tightly, and prayed that he would sweat tonight and feel refreshed tomorrow morning.

He had been lying in bed for four or five days, and his head ached from lying down.

Although his body is weak, he has confidence in his body and firmly believes that if he sleeps soundly tonight, he will be alive and well tomorrow...

Until he opened his eyes the next day, his eyelids were swollen and painful.

His bed was facing the window obliquely, and he could just see the heavy snow that was tearing cotton and lint outside.

The snow did not stop.

He sighed, there seemed to be a stove inside the skin that was refining alchemy, and the thin layer of skin outside seemed to be unable to stop it.

The illness came down like a mountain, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

The maid got up and brought water for cleansing his face. Seeing that he was unusual, she hurriedly went out to call for the doctor.

On this day, there was a lot of commotion, two groups of doctors came, and many servants and maids came in and out, but King Rong didn't come.

Gu Qinghou lay down and pretended to be dead, sighing in his heart, what happened to him? In the past 20 years, I have rarely been sick, but at this time, this little problem is so delicate.

While slandering himself, he was burning like hell.

At night, there were several footsteps outside, and King Rong asked in a low voice while taking off his snow-covered fur at the door, "Why is the burning getting worse?"

I don't know if it was the maid or the doctor chirping in response to him, he walked towards the warm pavilion, walked to the bed, leaned down, looked at the person on the bed, sighed bitterly, and whispered: "If you burn to death, I will How can I see your father when I go underground."

"...Even the emperor is not easy to explain to him..."

Gu Qinghou lay down with his eyes closed, this time he was completely sincere, without any deceit, and he didn't know what happened to the burnt person.

King Rong sighed again, stretched out his hand to pat his head, and then moved away, ordering the maids to take turns to come up and scrub with ice, and toss them in different ways.

He stood aside, first sat on the big couch under the glass window for a while, then couldn't help standing up again, staring at the maid at the end of the bed as she changed the kerchief for him.The maid brought him a cup of hot tea, but he didn't take a sip, and put it on the small table to let it cool down.

In the middle of the night, he was half leaning on the big couch, feeling sleepy and with sore eyes, so he forced himself to get off the couch, sat beside Gu Qinghou's bed, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.

He touched it countless times that day, and his forehead was almost bald.

He withdrew his hand and beat the palm of his right hand with his left hand.Still hot.

He had no choice but to sigh, and made people spread a quilt beside Gu Qinghou.The rest of the bed was narrow, and he was wrapped in a quilt, curled up sideways beside him, staring at the profile of the person beside him, reaching out to touch it from time to time.

He thought to himself: "Father, I have done my best for our Zhu family."

On the second day, the sky was very bright.

King Rong sank half of his face in the soft pillow, and slapped the forehead of the person beside him.

Gu Qinghou forced him to wake him up.

King Rong closed his eyes, groped for a while on the face of the man, and opened his eyes in a daze, "Huh? Are you ready?"

Gu Qinghou was staring at him blankly.

King Rong sat up all of a sudden, and could fall off the bed just a little backward.He yelled, "Are you awake!?"

Immediately turned around and called a group of people to come in.

Gu Qinghou's face was pale, he looked thinner, his hair was disheveled against his forehead, he looked like a genuine recovering from a serious illness.

King Rong got up from the bed and said in a loud voice: "You are really a glass pendant glass bottle - no one is as fragile as you, no one is as delicate as you! I have never seen a fever burn like this since I grew up. ish!"

While putting on his clothes, he said: "Hey, it's like hugging a stove tonight." He was happy and sincere.

According to the doctor's instructions, the maids brought a cup of bird's nest soup and blew to feed Gu Qinghou.

King Rong put on his coat in a hurry, and rushed to take it, "I'll come, I'll come," he seemed to hold his eyeballs in his hands, "Glass bottle, come, open your mouth." Skimming off a layer of soup , wiped the bottom of the spoon on the edge of the bowl, and sent it to Gu Qinghou's lips.

Gu Qinghou looked at the hand in front of him and the person in front of him, without moving.

"Oh," the joy in King Rong's heart was like unfinished fireworks, and he couldn't stop. He suddenly thought of something, and asked the maid, "I haven't served the mouthwash yet."

The maid hurriedly brought an exquisite teacup, King Rong put down the soup bowl and took it, "Take a sip."

Gu Qinghou looked at the green tea, finally lowered his head and took a sip.

As soon as he raised his head, King Rong had already handed a small bowl to his lips, "I spit it out."

Gu Qinghou paused for a moment, then spit it out according to his words,

King Rong was very happy, handed the small bowl to the maid, picked up the soup bowl, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

He babbled on and on, nothing more than talking about how dangerous Gu Qinghou was yesterday, and how frightened he was, while talking, he didn't forget to open his mouth like "ah", telling Gu Qinghou to open his mouth.

He looked at Gu Qinghou lovingly, as if looking at a rare treasure that had come back from the dead.

Gu Qinghou took the last sip, raised his eyes, and met his fiery gaze, he lowered his eyelids.

Until the maid whispered to King Rong, "My lord, you are going to be late for the morning court."

As if waking up from a dream, he got out of bed in a panic, and handed the bowl to someone else.

The maid had already set his meal, and set up a table outside, "My lord, please have some breakfast."

King Rong looked at the sky and said hurriedly, "It's too late."

He took a piece of clothing and left, walked two steps but turned back, pointed at Gu Qinghou, "Lie down, lie down, I'll go back as soon as I go." He backed out while talking.

Gu Qinghou sat on the bed in a daze, he couldn't ask this morning, "Why are you sleeping on my bed?"

King Rong rushed all the way to court, but luckily he didn't miss anything.He stood at the forefront of the line of princes and ministers, listening to the people behind him report state affairs to his brother sitting on the dragon chair.In addition, the ground dragon in the main hall was too burnt, and people who had just caught the cold outside were suddenly fumigated by the heating, and could hardly wish to fall asleep on the spot.

King Rong tried his best to stand for a while, and finally made it to the next court, but was left behind by the father-in-law next to the current emperor. The father-in-law smiled and said that the emperor invited him to discuss matters in the back hall.

He couldn't, so he had to temporarily give up his strong desire to go home and roll down and fall asleep.Follow the father-in-law to the Hanyuan Hall of Emperor Mu Yan.

When he came to the apse, he was told that Emperor Mu Yan was seeing Mr. Zhong, the Minister of Rites, so he retreated to the side hall to wait.After waiting for about an hour, when the good-tempered King Rong was about to become agitated, there was a heart-piercing howl suddenly from outside the side hall door, he shook his back, and the agitation disappeared instantly.

He lifted his hem, ran to the door and stretched his head out.At the main entrance of the main hall not far away, a hunched old minister was kneeling on the ground, stripped of his official uniform, and whipped on his back.

A father-in-law who was in charge came to the main hall, saw that King Rong was startled, and immediately trotted to his side, "Oh my lord, what's so exciting about this..."

He blocked King Rong, and King Rong shook his head and looked out, "Isn't this Zhong Shilang? How old is he, and he started fighting no matter what he said, and he threw such a heavy hand."

The father-in-law stood in the way and dragged him to the main hall, "You can't hit you with light or heavy blows. The Holy Spirit has sent you a message. Hurry up."

King Rong was dragged away by him, and couldn't help poking his head over there. He glanced twice, but couldn't bear to see it, and asked with a frown, "What did Mr. Zhong do? Dali Temple should be in charge of the interrogation, why is it punished here, this is not a father-in-law and maid in the palace! Besides, he is an old bone, what if he is beaten to death!"

The father-in-law in charge didn't even raise his head, "It's his bad life if he dies, you think everyone is as lucky as you!"

King Rong couldn't help but frowned and said nothing.

The father-in-law glanced at him, "After entering the palace, don't say these words."

He sighed and smiled wryly: "Don't worry, when did I... say something that didn't please my ears."

He entered the main hall, and just after turning the corner, he stepped on a pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and one of the square inkstones was still stained with blood.

He stopped for a moment, bent down and picked up the inkstone.

Emperor Mu Yan, who was sitting upright behind the desk, was angry at first, and said after seeing it, "Will you pick these up?" He stood up while talking, and held his hand personally.

King Rong threw the inkstone aside casually, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that the Holy Spirit will be displeased for a while, and he will pick it up and hit me again."

Emperor Mu Yan rolled his eyes at him, and sat down beside the couch together with his hand, "Is this embarrassing to me? I have never had a mother since I was a child, and I have no one who can support my mother's family. If I hadn't followed you since childhood, rubbing against the prince's brother Light, I don't know where it is now!"

King Rong's eyes were half-closed, "You are the blood of the Tian family, why should you be so light on yourself?"

"It's not self-deprecation, look at our third brother." Emperor Mu Yan said about this person, biting his back molars lightly, "Hiding in the southwest like a bereaved dog, he is also a descendant of the Tian family."

King Rong was silent.

There was no words between the two for a while, but the screams outside the hall didn't stop. Although King Rong didn't mention it, he couldn't stop looking out the window.Emperor Mu Yan also looked out of the window, and said casually: "This old guy secretly let King Ning's natal family go, and I'm trying to settle the score with him."

King Ning is their third brother.

King Rong sighed even more heavily, Emperor Mu Yan paused when he saw this, walked to the door and said: "Hand him over to Dali Temple, it's very annoying to shout here."

Emperor Mu Yan turned around and saw King Rong supporting the couch, his eyes downcast.He pursed his lips, suddenly thought of something, and said loudly, "Brother Prince, I found a good piano for you."

The father-in-law sent a long box, he glanced at it, took it, and handed it to King Rong.

King Rong took the box and opened it. It was a wuqin with a plump shape and a glossy black lacquer surface. He could not help but fix his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and the sound of the piano became clearer and looser. He took a breath, "It's really a good thing!" !"

Emperor Mu Yan was very proud, "For you."

King Rong was naturally reluctant to refuse, and thanked him with his qin.Emperor Mu Yan sent him outside the door, looked at his toes, and said in a low voice: "I know, you look at King Ning the same as you look at me, but who made a dragon chair stick between us brothers?"

King Rong said no more, nodded, and left.

Emperor Mu Yan looked at his receding figure, and murmured to the father-in-law beside him: "I'm afraid there is no other person like this in the world."

King Rong sat in the carriage for a while, sighed, shook his head, and took out the qin from the box.

It's still good.

He remembered something, asked his servants to drive the car to the biggest band in Beijing, called the best musician, and ordered him to play a piece.He poured himself a glass of wine, and while looking at the musician's young and attractive face and waistline, he sipped it carefully.

After listening to one song after another, he was so happy that he didn't want to leave, he hung out here until late at night, and had already forgotten the "go and go" in the early morning.

When he returned home in the evening, he was very tired, so he went to the Shu theater first, and from the courtyard, the lights were still on.He walked into the room step by step, but saw that the person on the bed was already fast asleep.

The maids retreated knowingly, King Rong lay down beside the bed, dazzled and dazed for a while, then lay down on the bed, fell asleep on the bed.

Gu Qinghou fell asleep early, was in deep sleep, startled by the movement beside him, opened his eyes suddenly, pressed the waist button with his hands, a cold light flashed, the soft sword bounced, and landed on the soft and fragrant brocade mattress.

The blade of the sword was leisurely and cold, and Gu Qinghou's chest rose and fell.

His eyes were fierce and vigilant, like a lone wolf staring suspiciously at the figure lying quietly beside him in the dark night.

The figure was in the shape of a herringbone.

His heart was pounding, and he could only hear his own violent breathing in the darkness.

He maintained a half-up position and paused for a long time.

The figure beside him breathed steadily and long.

He held his breath and listened carefully for a while.Then very lightly and very slowly leaned against the bed board, slid down slowly along the bed board, grabbed a bit of the corner of the quilt with both hands, and covered his chest.

His eyes passed over the sleeping figure beside him, and fell on the plum blossoms outside the glass window.

The moon hangs high for nine days.It fell on the plum tip from nine days.The blue sky is dotted with pale yellow crescent moons, and the cold plums tremble with morning dew.