Imperial City

The emperor has been out of luck in the harem for five or six days, and the concubine Jing came to persuade her tactfully under the order of her ancestors, but the former complied quietly.

In the evening, when Anxi presented a green-headed card, the emperor rubbed his brows and sighed softly, his eyes were fixed on the fold, without even looking over there, he casually said, "The second one from the left."

"Hey, the slave will make arrangements now."

It turns out that even if you are the emperor, you can't do whatever you want, especially when you have concerns and weaknesses.

The emperor made an oath in front of the empress dowager that he would never become a faint king because of Wei Qi, so even though he was very tired, he had to refresh himself to deal with the concubines in the harem.

If the imperial city were a prison, not only the lowly slaves would be imprisoned, but also the emperor would be imprisoned.

The second from the left is a noble lady who is not very favored. The emperor doesn't even remember whether he has seen her, what is the beauty's name, and how old is she.

He looked at the lips of the woman under him, thinking: the lips are well formed, somewhat similar to Wei Qi's.

During the time of two or three cups of tea, he just stared at the person's lips, which made the not very high-ranking nobleman tremble, always feeling that the Holy Majesty was going to do it himself.

Before resting, the emperor sighed in his heart. He sighed too much recently, and he was exhausted physically and mentally.

He thought: I'm afraid I'm bewildered by that dog.

The dog Wei Qi was lying on the couch on the east side of the same palace, sleeping very peacefully.

In the past few days, he was full of expensive tonics, he was fed with a fine diet, and he didn't have to work on errands, so he recovered very quickly.

The only unsatisfactory thing is the damage to the throat.Although he was able to speak, he was still very dumb.It is no longer the Qingyue of a young man, but more inclined to the low and stable youth.

For half a month, the emperor had to visit him in the Dongpian Hall every day.In front of many servants, the two did not speak much.

When the emperor came down from court that day, he happened to meet Wei Qi having breakfast.Today's medicated diet is pig spleen porridge with a few dishes of bland vegetables, and a dish of yam cake that nourishes the stomach.

Wei Qi frowned slightly as soon as the East and West were brought up, and he felt even more disgusted when he brought them up to him.

He has always disliked things like pork belly and spleen, because he thought the smell was too strong, so he refused to eat them when he was young.

He leaned on the head of the bed and lazily scooped up some porridge with a silver spoon, and then glanced at the emperor who was sitting on the Arhat bed not far away, reading a book, and seeing that the Holy One didn't pay attention to him, he quietly dropped the spoon to grab some snacks.

Because the food in the imperial dining room focuses on variety and fineness, the portions are not large, and even a small plate of snacks and a few vegetables are eaten without feeling full.

Little Qianzi stood by and waited on him, and when he saw that he didn't drink medicinal porridge, he kindly reminded him, "Master Wei, why don't you use pig spleen porridge? The medicinal prescription prescribed by Master Wu tells you to eat it on time every day. to get better sooner.”

The emperor suddenly looked up.

Wei Qi glanced at the movement two or three zhang away from the corner of his eye, gave Xiao Qianzi a helpless look, and reluctantly scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.

Pork belly, pig spleen, and other things that are not on the table will not appear on the emperor's dining table.

This porridge was specially made according to the prescription of Wu Yuanshou according to the order of the Holy Majesty.The Imperial Dining Room wanted to please Wei Qi, fearing that Wei Qi would find it disgusting and would not eat it, so he put in a lot of effort to remove the fishy smell.

But Wei Qi still felt that he smelled a strange smell.He frowned, really couldn't put his mouth down, threw the silver spoon, propped his forehead and said: "I'm full, I can't eat."

The emperor dropped the book and landed on the books with a bang.

Little Qianzi trembled, wondering: "Master Wei...is good to your body."

"Don't eat."

Recovering from illness has raised a lot of temper.

The emperor got up and walked over with his hands behind his back.

He stood in front of the couch and looked at Wei Qi and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"Back to your words, the servant doesn't want to eat."

"Why don't you want to eat?"

"Returning to you, I don't like to eat."

"Why don't you like to eat?"

"Responding to your words, the slave feels very fishy."

The master and slave talked nonsense before touching the edge.

"It's good for your recovery, you have to eat it if you don't like it." The emperor said forcefully.

Wei Qi stared at him: "You can also choose another one."

"The prescriptions prescribed by the imperial physician have their own medical principles, so how can you say that you can change it and eat it."

The former muttered: "If I eat something I don't like, I'll vomit, and you said it lightly. If it were you, would you eat everything? Don't you also..."

The emperor bent down and stared at him silently.

Wei Qi choked for a moment, remembering that the Holy Majesty really didn't pick anything, and he didn't see anything that he didn't like to eat.

The emperor smiled, and said in his heart: I didn't eat anything when I was in the barracks, it's really a child's temper, and I still want to be coquettish and picky.

He took another silver spoon from the vermilion lacquer tray held by the eunuch serving food, and leaned over to scoop up a spoonful of porridge from the gold-painted red Dudan bowl in front of Wei Qi.

The latter looked at him with wide eyes, and the two were a little close.

The emperor ate without changing his expression, got up and threw the spoon into the tray.

"Not fishy, ​​eat."

Wei Qi had no choice but to hold his breath and eat a whole bowl awkwardly like death.

Satisfied, the emperor patted his head, turned and left.

The person lying on the couch looked at the leaving figure, and said in his heart: The Holy One is too lenient.It's nothing more than controlling the sky and the earth, but now I even have to control whether a servant like me eats pork belly porridge, what's the matter!

One thing is one thing, he was persuaded by his parents when he was a child that he would not eat it, but now he has to eat it.

The days passed silently, and it was the end of midsummer in May in a blink of an eye, the summer insects were beautiful, and the sky was clear.

After resting for more than a month, Wei Qi managed to regain some energy.

He asked Anxi to return to work, but the latter no longer dared to make decisions about his affairs rashly.

In the evening, the Dongnuan Pavilion reported the matter. After a few moments of silence, the emperor said, "Yes, but we don't need to call him to watch the night in the future, and the work of running errands and sending messages will be less."

An Xi responded, and said in his heart: Does less dispatch mean no dispatch, this is to protect people in the Qianqing Palace.

"Your Majesty, this servant thinks... there is one more thing I need to ask you to tell me."

"Say."

"Look here, servant...Wei Qi is recovering now, and the Dongpian Hall..."

Mentioning this emperor was very interesting, he put down the pen in hand, tapped his knuckles on the desk, after a moment of silence, he finally said: "Move it back."

"Hey. The servant will definitely arrange the person properly, so I won't let the master worry about you."

The emperor raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "When did I worry, I'm just a slave."

He has done all the things of sending the imperial army to break into the Shoukang Palace, but he still has to talk hard to save his face.

He talks about dog things all the time, and talks about it like a stupid slave, but he doesn't know how much he indulges in private.

An Xi dismissed the objection in his heart, and only replied: "The slave is clumsy, the slave is clumsy."

The emperor suddenly asked again: "You are very good."

I go to see him once a day, the Holy One is very clear about whether the person is good or not, why do I have to ask now.

Anxi began to ponder, could it be because...

"Responding to your words, Mr. Wu from the Imperial Hospital is already very good, and he just needs to have a good life in the future. Your Majesty, it's not as good as..."

Anxi cursed in her heart that she was worthless and shameless, but said with a shy face, "If I don't wait a while, I will send him here."

The emperor said nothing.

"Hey, this servant will give you an order."

Anxi bowed and retreated, the emperor looked at the red pomegranates in the black wooden box on the desk, and said, "There is no need to send them to the Inner Court Supervisor."

Anxiety paused, "Hey, the servant knows."

The emperor suddenly reached out and took the red pomegranate, and took a closer look at the word "An" engraved on the bottom. At first glance, it was a very regular thin gold body, but at a second glance, it revealed two points of character.

Rubbing his fingers on it, he suddenly said, "Where is Wei Qi from?"

Anxi's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Responding to your words, Wei Qi was born in the second year of Yongjia, Emperor Ming of the previous dynasty, and he is a decent native of the capital.

There are six generations in the family, and this son is the youngest, so he is called seven.

Both his parents were common people who made a living by planting fruit trees. Later, due to unexpected accidents, they owed huge debts and had to send the youngest child to the palace.

These were all investigated by the servants before he was transferred to Qianqing Palace, so there should be no mistakes. "

"You'll have to check it out when you're free."

"Whoo."

"Also, when is his birthday?"

Whether it's Wei Qi or Chen Xiaoyi, their birthdays have already passed.

"Returning to you, it's not a coincidence that Wei Qi turned eighteen three days ago."

"Understood, let's do your errand."

"Hey, this slave is leaving."

Wei Qi came half an hour later.

The Son of Heaven, who was leaning on the couch, felt a little uncomfortable this time, and he tossed and turned the scroll used to cover it up.

He froze for a moment when a cool touch came from his legs.

The emperor held his breath and waited, Wei Qi got out from the thin silk quilt.

The former flicked from the back of the scroll with the corner of his eye, seeing people with lowered eyes and a calm face, feeling a little unspeakably lost for a while.

Both of them stopped still, it had been a long time, and there was a lot of life.

Although we meet every day, it is not as close as the physical entanglement in the past.

The summer night wind gently floats into the house from the window, and the ice basin beside the couch exudes coolness.

The disturbing summer insects inside and outside the Qianqing Palace were all removed by the imperial guards. In the quiet night, two people who were very close could hear each other's heartbeat very clearly.

The emperor listened intently for a while, but found that his heartbeat was not as steady as Wei Qi's.

So he threw away the book in his hand, and stared openly at the person lying beside him.

The latter curled up slightly under such compelling gazes.

The emperor reached out to touch him, but withdrew hesitantly.

He clenched his fists to his lips and cleared his throat, "You and Anxi, please return to work, why don't you take a few more days off."

It's better to say a few words first, otherwise I always feel uncomfortable.

"Returning to the Holy Father, the servant has been raised for a long time, and he is already well, and I may be bored if he lies on the couch all day." Wei Qi's voice was still a little hoarse, as if there was cotton in his throat.

"Well, that's fine too."

The Son of Heaven was a bit out of touch. He lacked the experience of chatting with people, especially now after four years on the throne.

Wei Qi also didn't want to chat with the emperor on the dragon couch, maybe he didn't want to stay longer.

He lightly tugged on the emperor's cuff, the former was stunned, covered his palm, clenched it tightly, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

Long hair loosely tied at the back of his head fell, brushing against Wei Qi's ears, covering his neck.

The night was extra long and slow, and the emperor was extra gentle.

Wei Qi was trapped inside and almost lost, giving up all resistance and struggle.

He can't escape, he can't die, he can still live in a corner and get by, he has been lying on the couch for nearly a month, it's useless to make small troubles, he is really about to give in.