"So, Feng Rui was taken to prison just like that?"
Yan Churong said "hmm", took the empty bowl, and handed over a candied fruit.
Gu Qi held the candied fruit in her hand and stared at the empty bowl in trance.
After a long while, he muttered: "Something's not right."
"What?" Yan Churong raised her hand, put the candied fruit into her mouth, and said with a smile, "Do you think it went too well?"
She sipped the taste and nodded slowly.
"I heard from Zhao Dexun that it was Zhou Hu who pushed me."
"oh?"
Yan Churong calmly placed the bowl on the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Gu Qi. He recounted what Zhao Dexun said about last night, and as he spoke, he couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Gu Qi asked curiously, looking at Yan Churong's suppressed laughter.
Yan Churong blushed, waved his hand and said, "It's nothing."
This aroused Gu Qi's curiosity even more. She pulled Yan Churong and prevented him from leaving his seat: "What are you laughing at?"
Really unable to resist her, she had no choice but to speak in embarrassment: "I heard that he and the young prince broke into the witness room last night and ruined people's good deeds."
"What good thing?"
Yan Churong suddenly choked up and couldn't explain it in detail, so he had to tease: "You don't understand the matter between men and women."
"Oh." Gu Qi saw that he was blushing fiercely, so she stopped and asked no more questions.
I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of Han Zizheng.
Pave the way...pave the way...
"Dong dong" knocking on the door brought him back from his thoughts.
Gu Qi glanced warily and quickly lay down.
Yan Churong stood up, opened the door, and respectfully shouted: "Your Highness."
Yuan Zhe stood at the door and coughed dryly: "Pei Qihuan, are you feeling better?"
"Well, I'm awake, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhe hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, let him have a good rest."
The steps were hurried, as if there was something urgent.
Yan Churong looked puzzled and slowly closed the door.
Zhao Dexun was sitting in the hall, crossing his legs and munching fruit.
Seeing Yuan Zhe's solemn face and hurried steps, he hurriedly stood up and approached: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"ah?"
"Your Highness, didn't you say you were going to prepare a memorial?"
Yuan Zhe came back to his senses and looked at Zhao Dexun.
Zhao Dexun looked around, but his hands were empty, and he scratched his head in confusion: "Where is the memorial?"
Yuan Zhe took the fruit from his hand and took two bites.
After regaining his composure, he slowly sat down and said, "I just went to see Pei Qihuan."
"Oh, how is he?"
"Didn't see it."
Zhao Dexun was completely confused!
"Your Highness, didn't you say that you went to see Brother Pei? What's the matter if you didn't see him?"
"Ah?" Yuanzhe was distracted again.
Looking up at Zhao Dexun, he suddenly remembered something and stood up: "Go find Xue Peilin and ask him to prepare a memorial."
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
Looking at Yuan Zhe's hurried back, Zhao Dexun curled his lips and ran straight to Xue Peilin's wing.
Xue Peilin was sitting at the table, writing something.
Zhao Dexun stood in front of the door and knocked twice impatiently.
"Here we come." Xue Peilin finished writing the last few words and stood up to open the door.
"You came just in time."
He pulled Zhao Dexun into the room and picked up a memorial he had just written on the table: "If you don't come, I will be looking for you. Return to the capital and give this to Your Majesty."
Zhao Dexun opened the memorial and took a cursory glance.
It was probably because Tuzhou encountered problems with water control. Then he explained Feng Rui's story in detail. The last line said...
"What did you write?" Zhao Dexun threw the memorial back.
The memorial fell to the ground and fell apart.
The last line is: His Royal Highness King Zhe seems to have a hidden illness, and may have his sleeves cut off.
Xue Peilin sighed, slowly bent down, picked up the memorial, and wiped the dust on it.
Zhao Dexun picked up the writing brush from the table and handed it to Xue Peilin: "Rewrite!"
Xue Peilin did not take it and looked up at Zhao Dexun: "You have been following His Highness King Zhe for so long, haven't you seen any clues?"
"What's the clue?" Zhao Dexun became excited: "His Highness and I are completely innocent! What's more, we are related, so it is natural for us to be close! Just based on Feng Rui's crazy words, do you want to report it to His Majesty? You Are you confused?"
Xue Peilin smiled helplessly: "A child cannot be taught. That's all, you don't have to know which one I'm talking about."
He stuffed the memorial into Zhao Dexun's arms: "Dexun, although you are not born to the Xue family, you are the son of the Zhao family. Because of Shu'er, I don't like you, but because of your father, I have to give you a hand."
"Pull me?" Zhao Dexun looked at the veteran in front of him and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You'd better take a rest."
"This Lan country is still the emperor after all." Xue Peilin raised his hand and squeezed Zhao Dexun's arm: "Don't take the wrong path. You will not be able to look back at that time, and the whole Zhao family will be harmed."
Zhao Dexun did not take his words to heart, but put the memorial away: "Master Xue, after all these years of worrying about it, what have you gained?"
Surprise flashed in Xue Peilin's eyes.
Until Zhao Dexun left, there was no relief.
The sun sets and another day passes.
Yan Churong went out to make medicine, and Gu Qi was the only one left in the room.
She was lying on the bed, soundly asleep.
With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Her steps were gentle, but she still couldn't escape her ears.
Since being picked up and brought back to the General's Mansion, he has been practicing day after day. Although his martial arts skills are mediocre, his lightness skills are outstanding.
Any slight noise is easily captured.
After such a short while, the sleepiness disappeared.
"Hmm~" She closed her eyes, spread her arms to the left and right, and stretched.
He touched the person with his left hand, climbed up and pinched his face, and said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to be so careful, I would have..."
Turning around to look, I was shocked!
The man's brows were filled with joy, his eyes seemed to be full of soft water, his thin lips curved into a beautiful curve, and he said hoarsely: "What's the matter?"
"Your Highness...Your Highness."
Gu Qi withdrew his hand and Yuan Zhe frowned slightly.
"Why, are you disappointed when you see me?"
"How...how could that happen?" Gu Qi smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"Pei Qihuan."
"Um?"
His throat rolled and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
The whole room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, the smell of his greed.
The person on this bed seems to have thousands of amorous feelings, looking at me longingly...
Yuan Zhe's mouth became increasingly dry, his heartbeat kept beating, and he started to sweat after a while.
"Your Highness?" Gu Qi saw the sweat on his forehead and his cheeks were red, and thought he was sick. He hurriedly reached over and touched his forehead: "It's broken. He has a fever."
Yuan Zhe didn't listen to a word, he just stared at those soft lips...
"I..." Yuan Zhe grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and tried to get up and move over.
"The dignified Prince of Zhenguo is actually fascinated by the man! Lan Country is going to perish, Lan Country is going to perish, hahaha..."
Feng Rui's words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into his chest.
I felt severe pain inside and it was difficult to breathe.
"Bang!" His vision went dark and his whole body fell down.
"Your Highness!"
...
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
There seemed to be an urgent call in his ears, and Yuan Zhe slowly opened his eyes.
In a daze, he saw Gu Qi squatting beside the bed, calling to him.
He grabbed the hand covering his forehead and made a low hoarse sound from his chapped lips: "I am so stunned that I have such thoughts towards you..."
"Xu...Mr. Xu, what's going on?"
Xu Shuo squatted beside the bed and turned his head to look at Zhao Dexun: "I...I don't know either."
He wanted to take his hand out, but Yuan Zhe held it tighter!
"Maybe..." Xu Shuo used all his strength to stretch out his hand: "Maybe he is suffering from fever."
He stood up and wrung out the cold handkerchief. Just as he was about to step forward, he stopped.
"Otherwise, you go ahead." Xu Shuo handed the cold handkerchief to Zhao Dexun.
Zhao Dexun looked embarrassed and pushed Xu Shuo's hand away with the hilt of his sword.
The scene suddenly became awkward. Yuan Zhe lay on the floor, feeling his throat burning, and kept shouting: "Water...water..."
"I'll get some water!"
Zhao Dexun ran away quickly.
Xu Shuo calmed down his panic and approached him as if he was about to die.
Zhao Dexun picked up the teapot and poured some light tea out, then glanced at Yuan Zhe on the bed.
He touched the memorial in his arms and frowned.
"are you done?"
Hearing Xu Shuo's call, Zhao Dexun quickly brought the tea cup over.
Xu Shuo slowly lifted Yuan Zhe up, took the tea cup with one hand, and slowly fed him.
This diagnosis and treatment was normal, but in Zhao Dexun's eyes, it had an added layer of ambiguity.
He sighed and felt sad.
"Mr. Xu, do you... like His Highness?"
Xu Shuo was startled by his words and almost couldn't hold the tea cup steady: "General Zhao, what did you say?"
Zhao Dexun put on a see-through expression and frowned: "Mr. Xu, Your Highness, he can't like you, you know, right?"
"I think you're stunned too." Xu Shuo slowly put Yuan Zhe down and packed his things with a cold face.
Seeing Xu Shuo about to leave, Zhao Dexun hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him: "Aren't you here to keep watch?"
Xu Shuo stared at him and pulled out his arm: "Call Doctor Yan."
"Stop making trouble, Doctor Yan has to watch over Brother Pei."
Xu Shuo did not respond, and his chest heaved violently with anger.
Zhao Dexun knew he was talking too much, so he grabbed Xu Shuo's hand, quickly let go, and stammered: "Mr. Xu, blame me for being so talkative. Don't be angry, His Highness still has a fever, someone needs to take care of him, right?"
"Okay," Xu Shuo frowned and waved to Zhao Dexun: "You can go back, I will guard you at night."
midnight
Hearing the sound of blowing and beating, he was surrounded by people and entered the room.
There was a person sitting quietly on the bed, dressed in wedding clothes and wearing a red hijab.
He burped and staggered over.
Lifting the hijab, he saw a shy little lady with low eyebrows.
The surroundings became quiet, and he bent down and looked at it carefully.
White and tender skin, black eyebrows and black eyebrows, and a high bridge of nose.
A pair of bright eyes filled with tenderness, her red lips softly uttered two words: "Official."
The surroundings were suddenly full of people, pointing at him and laughing!
"Look! I just said he likes men!"
"Hahaha, the dignified prince of the country is actually like the legend, and he has a habit of cutting off his sleeves!"
"I didn't!" He looked at the people around him in panic and argued vigorously: "I'm not!"
"Officer."
The person on the bed slowly stood up and came closer.
All the sounds were wiped out, and only Gu Qi's delicate face remained in my mind...
Yuan Zhe opened his eyes.
The candlelight was on in the room, and Xu Shuo was sitting on a low stool beside the bed, dozing off.
He raised his hand to take off the cold handkerchief from his forehead and sighed.
Xu Shuo nodded confusedly and woke himself up.
Seeing Yuan Zhe wake up, he hurriedly stepped forward and touched his forehead: "Huh, the fever is gone."
"Xu Shuo, I seem to be sick."
"Your Highness, I just have some cold and fever, it's not a serious illness."
"No." Yuan Zhe looked at the tent on the top and felt melancholy.
"Your Highness, you seem to have something on your mind?"
For some reason, when he heard what Xu said, Yuan Zhe burst into tears from the corners of his eyes: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get over this heartache."
"Don't think too much," Xu Shuo tucked in the quilt and said softly: "Nothing is impossible. Get some rest early."
After that, he stood up and carried the candlestick outside.
It suddenly became dark inside.
Yuan Zhe still kept his eyes open, looking at the ceiling of the tent, unable to fall asleep again.
