Imperial City

The emperor had a rare dream that night, and it was still a nightmare.

Dreaming of Shoukang Palace, he was late, Wei Qi lay down on the felt blanket stiffly, he turned over with shaking hands to have a look.

The seven orifices bleed, the eyes are opened violently, and the death will not rest in peace.

The emperor could clearly feel that his heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then continued to beat wildly. The blood rushed in his body and finally flowed backwards.

This feeling is really shocking, and it is very similar to the feeling when he was stabbed in the right chest when he was fighting the enemy commander on the battlefield.

However, at that time his long | spear pierced the enemy's armor and inserted it into the man's heart.

But Wei Qi, Wei Qi is unarmed and he is not an enemy, he is...

what is he

Nothing matters anymore, people are gone.

The emperor thought dazedly that I would spoil him for another year.

In his dream, he called "Wei Qi." The words contained sadness and regret.

Waking up in a flash, he opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that Wei Qi was his raving.

My heart was still beating fast, I opened the brocade quilt and curtain, and without calling anyone, I stepped on my short boots and walked towards Dongnuange.

He was going to check to see if Wei Qi was still there.

Tonight is led by Anxi.

Compared with Wei Qi, it is his master and son who makes the head of the imperial court even more worried.

Anxi didn't ask any questions when she heard the movement, but just silently followed behind the emperor.

Pass through the main hall and enter Dongnuan Pavilion, from the side door of Dongnuan Pavilion to the ear room of the side hall.

Xiaoqianzi and Xiaoqianzi nestled under the couch and fell asleep.

The candlelight dimmed, and the Son of Heaven came suddenly.

The two quickly got up and greeted in a low voice.

The emperor went straight to the bed, and Wei Qi fell into a nightmare again, his lips opened and closed, and this time he made a sound, which was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

He leaned over to listen, his broad figure covered Wei Qi's face.

"Mother... Dear..." The voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

The emperor suddenly remembered that when he had a good time on the dragon couch, Wei Qi also called his mother like this.

It turned out to be fear and excruciating pain.

It's just that he was indifferent at that time, but now he feels pity.

After a long silence, the emperor lifted the brocade quilt from Wei Qi's body, and gently picked up his legs and hugged him.

He straightened up and winked at Anxi.

Anxi covered Wei Qi with the quilt.

Wei Qi is five feet long (nearly 177cm), even though the emperor is tall, it is still awkward to hold him like this.

But no one dared to stop it.

Finally settled on the dragon couch in Xinuange, took him into his arms and patted his back gently.

Wei Qi curled up in his arms, with his knees bent against the emperor's abdomen, in a gesture of resistance.

Then he grabbed the bright yellow obscene clothes on the emperor's chest again in his hands.

Soon, I will sleep peacefully.

At Maoshi on the second day, the emperor got up.

He always turned over and stayed on the bed quickly after removing the brocade quilt, and this time it was the same, but he forgot that there was another person beside him.

When he got up, he bumped against Wei Qi's limp arm, and the emperor turned his head to look.

Wei Qi fell into a deep sleep and was not woken up.

He tapped the person's forehead lightly, got up to the east side of the dragon couch, picked up a spring stool and sat down.

The two eunuchs had no choice but to put on the boots for him at this height.

An Xi led the people in. He took a nap an hour ago. At this time, he was not surprised to see the bright yellow curtains on the dragon couch drooping, and the emperor An Xi sat down.

Only a few servants who were not on duty last night felt weird, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

What are you doing with the tents closed in the early morning? It's not like you're hiding someone. Last night, the Holy Majesty didn't call any master or concubine.

Before the emperor packed up and got up to leave, he said to the remaining slaves: "Let him rest here, don't wake him up."

"Hey." All the servants responded, thinking: There are really people inside!

Anxi and other servants followed the Holy Master to the morning court.

Two servants outside exchanged clean brocade quilts, mattresses and soft pillows.

The elder eunuch stopped him, "Master Wei is resting inside, we won't change today."

"Hey." Surprisingly, he moved the dragon couch up so silently.

Wei Qi woke up at noon, his eyelids were heavy and he struggled for a while to open them.

Everything in his eyes was bright yellow, but he had no time to think about it.

The severe pain in the throat seemed to swallow the ice edge by mistake, cutting open the fragile tender flesh, Wei Qi was so painful that he dared not swallow.

He raised his arm to touch the bed curtain with some difficulty, and the little Qianzi who was waiting by the bed quickly lifted it, leaned over and asked him: "Master Wei, you are awake anyway, do you want some water?"

Wei Qi shook his head slightly.

"Then you need to eat something, and you can drink medicine for your stomach."

Still shaking his head, his throat is so sore that he still has no appetite.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiaoqianzi sensed something was wrong, "Why didn't you speak, but your throat hurts?"

Wei Qi nodded weakly, resting his fingers on his neck, his eyes revealed a questioning expression.

"You, what you drank in Shoukang Palace that day was poisoned wine with arsenic|scent, the head of the imperial guards was saved and returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation in time, and the Holy One summoned Master Wu, the head of the Imperial Hospital, to treat you.

Master Wu said that you are fine, only the throat and spleen and stomach are slightly damaged, you need to take good care of it, but it will be healed in a month or two. "

Xiaoqianzi is not a person who talks a lot, this time seeing Wei Qi's haggard appearance and being frightened, he was afraid that he would not be able to think about it for a while, so he made up a good word to comfort him later.

In the inner study, the emperor learned that Wei Qi had woken up, paused with the ink pen in his hand, and continued to approve the notebook soon.

He didn't know how to face Wei Qi, he could comfort him in his arms when he was asleep, but how to comfort him when he woke up, this matter was quite tricky.

However, he still put down his pen and headed towards Xinuange.

Seeing someone, he really didn't know what to say, Wei Qiwo looked thinner and thinner on the spacious dragon couch.

He raised his eyes when he heard the movement, and looked at the emperor with grievances, resentment and fear in his eyes.

If it weren't for being favored by the emperor, how could he have such a catastrophe, saying that he would protect him but it was too late.

He made a gesture to stand up and salute, but of course it was just a gesture.

The emperor avoided his eyes and said: "There is no need to salute, An Sheng lies down."

When people wake up, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the careful tenderness of the emperor at night also dissipates.

"Many..." Wei Qi only said one word, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak anymore.

His voice was extremely hoarse, like an old man in his seventies or eighties, scratching people's ears, and it was very unpleasant.

The emperor frowned, "Don't talk, watch your throat carefully." His hands were behind his back, and his fingers kept clasping the white jade wrench.

"Where is Wu Ren?"

"Returning to the Holy Lord, Master Wu will prescribe a prescription in the ear room of the East side hall to treat the wound in Wei's throat."

"Have you used the medicine for spleen and stomach?"

"Returning to the emperor, it has... not been used." The eunuch in charge glanced at Wei Qi who was on the couch, and said hesitantly.

"How did you serve me? Bring the medicine."

"If you go back to the Holy One, Mr. Wei...haven't eaten anything yet, drinking medicine on an empty stomach...I'm afraid it won't be good."

"Dog, the more you know how to do errands." The emperor raised his foot and kicked the man's chest.

Wei Qi didn't want to eat this, and the steward wanted to wait for the saint to come up to persuade him, but he offended Longyan before he said it.

"Drag down."

"Whoo."

Wei Qi was in a hurry, he didn't want to kill another person.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the emperor turned his head and scolded, "Shut up! Just lie down, it's none of your business!"

The volume of the voice suddenly became louder, everyone trembled, and Wei Qi also trembled in fright.

Not long after, he lowered his eyes and pointed to himself, then pointed to his throat, then slowly raised his hand and made a movement of stroking his face and wiping away his tears, then shook his head, gestured to stuff something into his mouth, and finally nodded.

This series means that the throat is sore, it hurts so much that you want to cry, you don’t want to eat, and you have to eat now.

After becoming like this, he can still play tricks, the emperor no longer has a temper.

"Your Majesty, let's hold on to Wei Qi first, this slave will not be too late to deal with it after a while." An Xi persuaded, and then scolded the hapless slave, "Hurry up and get out, stay here and hinder the master's eyes."

Without saying a word, the emperor dropped the hem of his robe and sat down on the Arhat couch two feet away.

The eunuch in charge thanked him again and again, "Resign, my slave! Resign, my slave!"

Immediately, a eunuch came with food.

The porridge is simmered slowly on the stove with angelica chicken soup on a low fire. The chicken fat is skimmed off in advance, and finely chopped yam is mixed in, which is nothing but nourishing to the stomach.

The emperor just sat and played with his jade wrench, and didn't go to see Wei Qi eating, as if he didn't care much.

The latter endured the severe pain and swallowed a mouthful of oil-free and salt-free porridge, swallowing it in one go.

It's just that he hasn't eaten for the past two days, and his stomach hurts again. Now he swallows urgently, and his stomach spasms endlessly.

Wei Qi wanted to vomit.

The emperor was worried, and he clenched his hands into fists against the red lacquer table, but fortunately, the former pressed his lips tightly to bear the pain and endured it.

It went much smoother later, but it was really slow to eat, and the porridge gradually became cold.

Wei Qi couldn't eat cold food now, this bowl was removed and replaced with a warm one overnight.

There was silence in the Xinuang Pavilion, only the sound of porcelain clashing, ding, ding, the rhythm was slow and regular.

In this way, at least half of the bowl was used, and even half of the bowl was eaten for nearly half an hour.

Wei Qi couldn't eat anymore, he waved his hands and shook his head.

The only sound also disappeared.

Several people turned sideways to look at the emperor sitting a few feet away.

The latter turned his head to look at Wei Qi, raised his arm and waved lightly after two moments.

The eunuchs who served the food said, please An quietly retreat.

The emperor got up and walked to the dragon couch.

He bowed slightly and stared at the person leaning against the head of the bed, his gaze was very steady and deep.

"You should eat more."

Wei Qi looked up at him and then lowered his head. He shook his head, pointed to his belly, then shook his head, raised his hands in front of his chest to make a circle, and finally made a gesture of wanting to vomit.

It means: I am very full and full, I can’t eat any more, and I will vomit if I eat any more.

The emperor was watching patiently at first, but he was frightened by his last movement, thinking that Wei Qi was going to vomit again, he had quick eyes and quick hands, so he hurriedly stroked his chest.

The latter was stunned, staring at the emperor's generous palm in a daze.

The emperor stroked it twice, seeing Wei Qi staring at his palm, recalled it.

He stopped, turned and patted the person's head upwards, and retracted his arms behind his back.

He straightened up and said, "Take care of it well."

Turn around and want to leave.

Unexpectedly, someone gently grabbed the cuffs.

The emperor turned back.

"Why, I have something to tell me." He couldn't help being gentle.

Wei Qi looked up at the Son of Heaven and nodded.

He pointed to the dragon couch under him, and compared the movement of walking with his thin fingers.

The emperor paused for a moment, and said: "I understand, An Sheng takes good care of your voice."

"Anxi."

"The slave is here."

"Move Wei Qi back to the East Side Hall."

"Whoo."