Imperial City

At night, Wei Qi was lying on the couch in the ear room of the east side hall. He had slept for too long in the past two days, and his throat was still very painful, so he didn't feel sleepy now.

He opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain above his head with nothing in his eyes.

The dying terrors of not so long ago, the compromises of despair and helplessness are still horribly clear.

He thought: If he really went like this...whether the corpse can be transported out of the palace, and whether the ancestors will be kind enough to let him reunite with his family.

He curled up into a ball, actually wanting to live. After all, he was still so young, and there were still many things he could not do.

Wei Qi was thinking wildly, when there was a sudden movement outside, through the curtain of the bed, he heard Xiao Qianzi calling in a low voice, "Your Majesty."

He hurriedly closed his eyes and buried his head in the blanket.

The emperor was staying up late to read the scriptures, but before taking a break, he suddenly thought of Wei Qi, afraid that he would have another nightmare, so he came over to have a look.

He reached out and opened a section of the moon-white silk curtain, startled for a moment, then chuckled lightly with his lips drawn.

Not afraid of getting bored.

Wei Qi heard his heart pounding, fearing that the emperor would find out that he was pretending to be asleep.

The latter leaned forward and lifted the brocade quilt covering Wei Qi's head.

Wei Qi closed his eyes, his chest rose and fell gently, as if he was in a deep sleep, and did not fall into a nightmare.

The emperor looked at his sleeping face, and gradually realized something was wrong.

If you are bored for a long time, you should sweat a little, and your complexion will not be so pale.

There was a smile in the emperor's eyes, this thing didn't even pretend to look like it.

He intentionally teased Wei Qi's right earlobe with two fingers and rubbed it.

Wei Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still held on.

The emperor leaned over to kiss his lips, and the latter's lips overflowed with some warm breath, which seemed to be nervous.

I want to see when you are ready to pretend.

After a while, Wei Qi still didn't open his eyes, but Jin was tightly held by the hidden hand, revealing the fact that he was pretending to be asleep.

The emperor stopped, lifted the brocade quilt on his body, and picked up his legs to hug him.

Wei Qi was frightened, thinking that the emperor was going to carry him to the dragon couch again.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and tightly grasped the lapel of the emperor's chest with his palms.

Facing the smiling eyes of the emperor.

"Why did you wake up?"

Wei Qi wants to go back.

"Be careful with your throat." The emperor stopped him.

The latter was dissatisfied: this is what you asked first.

Wei Qi boldly pointed his finger at the emperor, and then pointed at his arm under his knee.

Meaning: The Holy One woke up.

The emperor was really going to be amused by his slapstick behavior.

"I woke you up."

Wei Qi nodded fearlessly.

"I saw how I kissed you without waking up. I thought I was in a deep sleep, but unexpectedly I woke up."

Wei Qi's pale face turned red for a moment.

He knew that his clumsy accusation had already been seen through by the emperor.

The emperor stretched out his arms, and sat down beside the couch with the hem of his robe opened.

Wei Qi moved inside cautiously.

He is still ill, and the emperor does not want to argue with others about this little trick.

"Why haven't you rested yet?" Under the warm light, the emperor's eyes were soft, and his tone was low and gentle.

Anxi and Xiaoqianzi bowed their heads and quietly retreated outside the door.

Wei Qi lowered his eyes and pointed at his throat.

The emperor's face darkened slightly, and his smile gradually faded.

"If you take all the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor properly, you will be fine in a few days."

Wei Qi nodded.

His appearance is very well-behaved.

The emperor wanted to appease him tonight, so he said, "You don't have to go to your ancestor's place in the future."

Wei Qi raised his eyes.

The former faced his fearful gaze, and continued: "From now on...you just stay in the Qianqing Palace, don't go out and mess around."

Wei Qi's gaze became darker and darker, the Holy Majesty's intention was to restrain his feet.

The emperor didn't want him to remain depressed and unhappy during his illness, which was not conducive to self-cultivation.

He paused for a long time, then he clenched his fist to his lips and cleared his throat twice, "I'm also doing it for your own good."

The emperor had never said such a thoughtful word, before discussing right and wrong, the meaning of bowing his head to flatter was already very obvious in these words.

It's just that Wei Qi is still too young and has never been involved in love, so he can't understand the intentions contained in it.

Everything was caused by you, almost lost his life and broke his body, and now he is still locked in the Qianqing Palace, how can he say that it was for my own good.

If it's really for my own good, why don't you give me back my freedom.

"I didn't make you stay in the Qianqing Palace for the rest of your life." Seeing that he didn't respond, the emperor was really worried, fearing that the work of this thing would be ruined.

"From now on, I will hunt, avoid summer, and go out of the palace with you."

He stroked Wei Qi's drooping head with his palm, feeling pity welling up in his heart.

This is already the greatest concession and affection of an emperor, and it is even rarer for the indifferent and decisive Xiao Kaiyan. In the first half of his life, he has never promised or pleased anyone so lightly.

If there is anyone else who is lucky enough to have the gentleness of the emperor, besides Wei Qi, there is only one princess left in this palace.

It's just that the princess is now seven years old, and the daughter avoids her father, and the Holy Lord deliberately distances the princess from being close to him.

In comparison, Wei Qishi can be regarded as very special.

If the old ancestor heard what he said tonight, he might have to die, no matter what.

But the two have different wishes, and Wei Qi doesn't want to lose everything because of the one or two months of leisure.

He avoided the emperor's palm, raised his eyes to stare at the person, and shook his head slowly.

The latter was slightly taken aback.

"No." A piercing trembling 'no' cut through all appearances of peace.

Wei Qi was very scared.He thought that no one knew better than himself the fear and anxiety after escaping from the dead, and no one understood the ruthlessness of the palace masters better than him.

If he said kill, he would kill him, and he was also afraid that if he refused, the emperor would cut himself off.

After all... Sheng Shangshang is the one who is so lenient and has given him enough patience.

It's just that compared with what he has endured, these things can't dispel his resentment and grievance.

There was a moment of silence.

The red candle crackled and exploded.

The emperor looked at him calmly with a dark face, his gaze was condescending with heavy oppression.

"Yeah." He was giving Wei Qi a chance to withdraw his disobedience and repent.

Wei Qi trembled all over, grabbed the brocade quilt and dragged it up, covering his neck, seeking a little shelter, which gave him a little more courage.

"Out of... the palace."

The emperor closed his eyes.

"Get out of the palace." His fingers hooked Wei Qi's lock of hair, and his downcast eyes were entwined and played with.

"You are leaving the palace."

Wei Qi nodded tremblingly.

While pulling his hair, the emperor grabbed Wei Qi's face and lifted it up.

His palm moved down, slowly moved to Wei Qi's neck, stuck to it, and gradually closed.

"I'll ask one more time for the last time, you want to leave the palace."

Putting force on his palm, as if he would strangle him to death if he heard an unsatisfactory answer in the next moment.

Wei Qi trembled non-stop, and it felt uncomfortable to be pinched by the most vulnerable part of his body.

He can only compromise.

So he finally shook his head slowly, and looked up at the emperor, with fear and pleading in his eyes.

The latter sneered and let him go.

Leaving the palace, this is the first time a slave dares to tell me that he wants to leave the palace.

Oh, the slaves came up with the Forbidden City, nothing more than two kinds.

Either the corpse or the sick body was thrown out and buried, or it was old, and the emperor bestowed gold and silver to make him enjoy his old age.

This thing is not attached to anything, but dare to think about going out of the palace.

What a joke, I have already humbled him so much and he still wants to leave, I really don't know what to do.

If it wasn't for seeing that the person was still sick, he would really have to be fined, and he would have become more courageous.

"Don't think about what you shouldn't, just be honest." The emperor patted Wei Qi's face and turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

However, the latter grabbed the hem of his clothes again.

Wei Qi clenched his fingers tightly, trying to use his strength to sit up, but couldn't get up.

The emperor grabbed his wrist and kicked him up, his movements were a little rough, unlike the warmth of the kiss just now.

Wei Qi panted for a while, then looked up at him.From the emperor's point of view, it looks especially innocent and pitiful.

Wei Qi said word by word: "I don't...want...to die..."

The former frowned and scolded angrily: "What nonsense! Have you learned all the rules for nothing?" It's not bad luck to say "death" at every turn.

Wei Qi patted a tear, he took a deep breath to hold back, but he choked himself instead.

His throat was already hurt, and it was difficult for him to speak. He couldn't stand the cough, so the cough became hoarse.

The emperor is really impatient, it can be seen that he is so weak and can't bear to abandon him.

An Xi silently offered warm licorice tea, and just stood there holding it.

Little Qianzi felt sorry for Wei Qi, and hurried to serve it, but a big palm took the tea away before him.

The emperor sat down on the side of the couch again, grabbed Wei Qi's back, brought the teacup in his hand to his lips, and tilted it to pour it into it.

How could the emperor serve others well, not to mention the awkwardness of this action, which almost choked Wei Qi again.

The tea slid along the corners of the man's lips all the way to the neck, covered his chest, and wet a small piece of obscene clothes.

The emperor was busy closing his momentum again, but this time he was much gentler.

Wei Qi took a few sips of licorice tea and gradually calmed down.

Seeing his distressed appearance, the emperor stretched out his arms, and Anxi handed him a brocade handkerchief.

The former took it, and hastily wiped away the water stains on Wei Qi's face.

He kept frowning slightly when he did these things, Wei Qi didn't dare to annoy him anymore, even if he was angry, he could only endure it.

After the emperor finished wiping, he threw the towel into An Xi's arms. He stared at Wei Qi and let out a long sigh.

"You can't live in peace."

Wei Qi remained silent.

For the first time, the emperor discovered that there were troubles more annoying than state affairs in this world.

"You won't just die like this, take care of your body with peace of mind, and the days ahead will be long." After speaking, he got up and left.

Wei Qi stared blankly at the leaving figure of the emperor, his eyes were blank.

What should I do.

The words of the emperor's golden mouth and jade words turned out to be forgotten as soon as they were said.

so tired...

Wei Qi buried his head and hid himself in the brocade quilt. He is so weak now that he no longer has the strength to fight against the imperial power like he did a year ago.