withered prosperity

Yan Hai was surprised to find that although his body was a little heavy, the heat had subsided.

Then he realized that he was no longer in the small building by Ningshuang Lake.

The bed curtain is moon white, and there is a scent of flowers outside the window.

He felt that he was still dreaming.

This is a dream of Zhaoming Garden.

At that time, his room was covered with moon-white bed curtains, and the pond was outside the window. In early summer, the lotus in the pond gave off an elegant fragrance.

Those few short years were the most comfortable and difficult time in his life.

Can be with Yun Ji, but can't be with Yun Ji...

At this time, the door opened.

It was not the graceful Gushe Fairy who walked in, but a tall and slender young man with a handsome face.

"Are you awake?" the handsome young man opened his mouth, but his voice was the one he was most familiar with.

"Yunji..." he asked uncertainly.

"Could it be that you're sleepy?" The young man with the same voice as Yunji walked to the bedside, propped one hand on the head of the bed, and pressed his forehead with the other. "Well! The fever is gone, too."

The slightly cool hand touched his skin, bringing a faint breath like winter ice and snow.

"Yun Ji." He finally woke up from his trance. "What is this place?"

"Yin Yutang was going to have a funeral, and the palace was too noisy, so we found a new yard for us to live in." Yun Ji helped him up and made him half lean against the head of the bed.

"Really?" He frowned slightly: "I smell the fragrance of lotus."

"There is a pond in the garden, and some lotus flowers are planted." Yun Ji walked aside and opened the half-closed window, and the fragrance of the lotus became stronger and stronger.

Yan Hai turned his head sideways, looked out the window, and really saw a small pond, half of which was occupied by pink and white lotus flowers.White walls and blue tiles, there is an old plum tree beside the wall. At this time, only the branches are standing, and I don't know what color the flowers will be when they bloom.

"Yin Yutang was looking for it. I saw it was quiet, so I brought you here." Yun Ji turned to him and asked, "Do you still like it?"

Yan Hai shifted his gaze to his face.

"I like wherever you are." He said honestly.

Yun Ji froze for a moment, then walked back.

"In the past few years..." He sat by the bed, looked at Yan Hai's properly wrapped neck: "Is it always this uncomfortable when you are sick?"

There are distinct levels in the Chaomu Pavilion. As the owner of the pavilion, he naturally cannot and should not know how a lower court official lives. He originally thought that even if Yan Hai could not live as he wanted in the lower court, he should have no worries, but he didn't expect that His body was so weak that he couldn't even take good care of him.

Only then did Yan Hai notice that his neck was bandaged, and he also remembered the pain of almost suffocation in his coma.

"That's not the case. It's usually just a fever when the season changes." He touched his neck. "Don't listen to what Wei Heng said. I also took my medicine and diet well, and I didn't suffer too much. You know that I am also a person who can't bear much pain."

Yun Ji suddenly reached out, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

Yan Hai tensed his body first, and then relaxed.

"My mother died because of taking too much Shenxiansan. Before she died, she was already out of shape." For some reason, he suddenly wanted to tell Yan Hai about it: "But at that time , she still kept asking the people around for that kind of medicine, she was begging me in such a delirious manner...the majestic Princess Yun Ni is simply unsightly..."

Yan Hai naturally knew his background.

In fact, this is not really a secret. Many people in Shangjing City know that Yun Ji, the owner of Chaomu Pavilion, is the only son of Princess Yun Ni, the current aunt of the Holy Majesty.

Counting Yun Ji, Yin Yuzhang and Yin Yutang, they should be cousins.However, this kind of relationship will not be included in the royal genealogy, because Princess Yun Ni never married in her life, and Yun Ji is just her illegitimate child.

He also knew that Princess Yun Ni had died of illness many years ago, but he didn't know that she died of the poison of gold and stone after taking medicine powder all the year round.

Yan Hai stretched out his hand, and tentatively wrapped it around Yun Ji's back.

"I'm not sad. In fact, I look down on her from the bottom of my heart." Yun Ji curled up his hair that fell behind his shoulders with his fingertips: "She drank alcohol and drugs without restraint all day long, had fun and had fun, and finally died It’s so painful, everything happens for a reason.”

Yan Hai used some strength.

"I've said it all, I'm not sad." Yun Ji slowly curled his hair around his fingers: "She is just a stranger called mother to me! Oh no! Later she only allowed I call her a princess."

"But……"

"But when you asked me about Qingresan, it reminded me of her...that's not a good memory, so I said those words to scare you." He put his chin on Yan Hai's shoulder, He whispered into Yan Hai's ear, "I won't do it again in the future."

As he spoke, his breath lingered in Yan Hai's ears, which immediately made his ears turn red.

Just as Wei Heng promised, after three or four doses of medicine, Yan Hai soon recovered.

In this small courtyard located in a deep alley, no one else came to disturb him, and Yun Ji did not shy away from rubbing hands with him.

Yan Hai has been in love with him for many years, and now that he is inseparable day and night, he naturally pampers him more, even though he thinks it is strange for him to be so greedy and entangled, but he is powerless to refuse him.

He didn't want to refuse, but he felt uneasy in his heart, and Yun Ji seemed to have noticed it, but he just stopped at kissing and touching, and never asked to go any further with him.

Although that is already very...

Thinking of this, Yan Hai couldn't help but blushed and smelled his cuffs and neckline, but he still didn't smell any unusual fragrance.

Yun Ji whispered in his ears every day that he had a fragrance, but he couldn't tell what it was, and he couldn't smell it himself.

He asked Wei Heng who came to take his pulse, but Wei Heng said that he only had a faint scent of snowgrass, but last time Yun Ji said it wasn't the smell of flowers...

"What are you doing?"

Yun Ji's voice suddenly sounded, and he was startled.

"No, nothing." He hurriedly put down his hand.

"I see, you are smelling yourself." Yun Ji's voice became a little low. "Isn't it delicious?"

"No..." Yan Hai's face immediately turned red.

"Don't smell it." Yun Ji walked over and touched his hot earlobe. "You smell it away, what should I do if I can't smell it?"

"So sleepy." Yan Hai pretended to yawn to avoid his hand, and got into the bed curtain.

"Why didn't you drive me away today?"

"It's useless..." Yan Hai's muffled voice came from inside.

Yun Ji twirled her fingers, slowly took off the overshirt she was wearing, blew out the light on the side shelf, opened the bed curtain and lay down on it.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from the bed curtain, and there were low-pitched groans and rejections, and it took a long time before they slowly calmed down.

In the middle of the night, the courtyard door was suddenly knocked forcefully.

The knocking sound of "bang bang bang" was heard far away in the silent night.

Yan Hai was also awakened.

"Don't get up, I'll go and have a look." Yun Ji had already put on his coat, and walked out sullenly.

Before reaching the door, Yun Ji could already smell a strong smell of blood.

As soon as the courtyard door opened, a half-body drenched in blood fell in.