Don't go down if you have a kind [Rebirth]

I was afraid that he would hurt, so I pulled out the "mantou hand" resting on the back of his neck, grabbed a pillow from behind, and wanted to send it to his waist: "Come on, get up, I will give you a cushion."

He didn't seem to understand, and when he heard the words, his whole body froze again, motionless, and lay dead as he was.I had no choice but to touch down from the back of his neck with a steamed bun hand, trying to support him: "Hey, I'm afraid now, who made the first move just now?"

He looked at me quietly, his back was stiff, his brows trembled suddenly, he swallowed a muffled groan, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead - I touched the sticky... Blood.

The nightmare came back again, and my mind went blank: "When did you get this injury?"

As soon as he blurted out the words, he suddenly burst into white sweat, afraid that he would say: "You pierced it yourself, don't you remember?"

However, he didn't make a sound for a long time, and once again put his arms around the back of my neck and pressed down, trying to do the same trick again.My heart ached so much that I shivered and withdrew my hand, trying to pull him up: "Let me see, you can't lie down like this."

The red light from the charcoal fire shone through the gauze, making his chest white and warm. He wanted to "whitewash the peace" and clasped my hands to prevent me from getting up.

He looked at me tenderly for a moment, then lowered his eyebrows suddenly, his eyes moved down, his face was expressionless, but the cinnabar grains between the eyelids fluttered, as if he was about to shake them off.

...I was silent for a long time, bent down, touched his fleshy heart, gritted my teeth, and fell sideways: "Oh, you get up, I'm lying down, come on."

His eyes trembled, and he said hoarsely: "Your Majesty..."

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him over: "Your Majesty! Don't talk nonsense."

After saying this, I immediately regretted it.He supported my head with one hand, his face tightened when he heard the words, he swallowed, and suddenly he bent his knees and pressed between my legs, lowered his head and blocked my mouth, and used actions to prevent the possibility of nonsense.At the same time, the other hand fumbled for the medicine oil bottle, quickly picked a ball, and before I could react, he gave me a fucking trick of "Hit the Yellow Dragon".

"Ah!" I twitched in pain, and I couldn't control my mouth anymore. I slapped the bed with my backhand and swept the medicine oil bottle down.

The bulging small porcelain vase hit the wooden footrest with a "boom", then rolled down to the floor tiles, rolled out of the gauze curtain, and ran towards the door.

"Your Majesty?" Tang Gao came back, "Your Majesty?"

"Sister TangGao..." Candied fruit said, "I...I'm afraid..."

TangGao said: "What are you afraid of! I'll go in and have a look, you stand here and don't move!"

I quickly opened my mouth, tilted my head and panted twice, and said in horror: "Don't come in! I... I'm fine."

Tang Gao pressed against the door and said warmly: "Your Majesty, are you dreaming?"

I covered King Liang's mouth with my paw: "You don't need to come in... I'm dreaming, I knocked something over, it's all right... You all step back."

It should be outside the door, and there is no more movement.

"Raise your legs."

…I covered his face with one hand and mine with the other, and raised the other leg hesitantly…

He suddenly chuckled and licked my palm like a puppy.Before I scratched five blood marks on his face, he immediately clasped my wrists with foresight, folded my arms back and pressed them down, bent down and kissed my neck.

My eyes went dark, then slowly came back to light: "Little bastard!"

He was stunned by my scolding, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he looked at me eagerly.

... I turned my face tiredly: "It's okay...you continue."

The twisted gold threads in the curtain flicker on and off, and the moonlight moves away, dimly lighting up a piece of window screen.

The little bastard brought up the old story again: "Who did you mistook me for last night?"

The sweet fragrance of ambergris in the furnace is steaming, like the cloud that never disperses in the holy mansion of the fairy mountain.

He asked again in a hoarse voice: "Who did you mistake me for?"

Blindfolded by sweat, I could vaguely see a trace of grievance on his face. I couldn't help but show my old face: "...I didn't recognize the wrong person last night. You...don't dawdle..."

That night, the iron will collapsed to nothing.

The next day was still a day that could not go to court early.

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was already a crowd of people outside the door, and the shadows overlapped and reflected on the door and window, which made me feel terrified.

The sky is bright, and I can see clearly what I didn't see clearly in the darkness last night.From the back of his left shoulder slanted downwards, a seam cut by a sharp knife collapsed, making the inside of the tent look like a murder scene.

I said in a low voice with a dark face: "There are scars again, what should I do now?"

He pretended to be confused for me, and leaned over to kiss me with a few bleeding marks on my body and the arrow wound on the back of my shoulder.I was afraid that I would die from the wind of the horse, so I slapped him on the back of the head: "Hey! Look outside."

He seems to be possessed by a demon, he can still be so energetic after a night of sleepless nights, his hands restless on my body for a moment, and his ears are completely deaf.

I got to know him again, and pulled his ears: "Take a rest, get me under the quilt first, I'll ask someone to bring hot water, we have to wash."

As soon as he heard "wash, wash", his eyes lit up, he suddenly fell asleep, and got under the quilt.

I put on my clothes, got out of the hanging tent with trembling legs, walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, and greeted the people outside: "Bring me the bath water and breakfast. I won't go to court today, my lord." Let's all go home, and the people outside the door are really anxious to wait in the study next door, and I will see you in the afternoon."

Tang Gao worried: "Your Majesty, are you sick?"

Xu Chang'an said: "Your Majesty, the Qiang envoys are waiting outside, please go to the study too?"

I tugged at the door frame: "...Please go to Lehutai Bar, I am very entertaining. Arrange a dinner, and I will meet him at the banquet."

The crowd dispersed.

I took a deep breath, and was about to turn around and "shake" back, when I suddenly bumped into King Liang.He didn't know when he got out of the quilt and came down to the ground, standing quietly behind me, wearing only a pair of cheap trousers.I almost yelled out and tried to pull his ears again, but he turned his head away and smiled shyly: "I'll hug you."

He was so ashamed, but without waiting for my consent, he scooped me up in one fell swoop...

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't speak.

He put me on the couch, and he still lifted the quilt and got in to hide, only showing two eyes to stare at me: "I know, you can walk by yourself. Don't be angry."

... When I saw his appearance, I really lost my temper: "Turn over and lie on your stomach, don't lie like this, your back is hurt."

He turned over as he said, and covered his head with the quilt.The hot water delivery person just arrived, carried it in and left it outside the tent.Tang Gao also came in with a food box, and said through the curtain: "Your Majesty, the medicine is also brought, don't forget to drink it. The slave girl made her own decision and invited Doctor Li to come, just outside."

I leaned against the head of the bed, thinking about what else to explain.

Candied fruit suddenly said: "Your Majesty, I don't know what's wrong with His Royal Highness King Liang, it seems that he hasn't woken up yet, and the servants didn't answer the door, it's really strange."

... I looked at the quilt bag, feeling a little uncomfortable, and said with a bald mouth: "Let Li Yu go back to prepare for the guy who was wounded by the sword and then come back. The good king is here, and he didn't go back yesterday because he was too late to discuss the matter."

Candied fruit let out a "huh".

Liang Wang stretched out his hand from under the quilt and gently shook my hand.I lifted the corner of the quilt, brushed away a few strands of hair scattered on his back, and rushed outside unreasonably: "Where did everyone go last night? No one answered when I wanted to drink."

……

Anyway, I am the emperor, I have the final say.

Everyone didn't dare to say anything, put down their things and retreated one after another.

He got out of the quilt and wanted to hug me again, I quickly held him down: "Don't move, just lie on your stomach like this, you can't go into the water with this injury, I'll just wipe it off for you."

He nodded, but still got up: "Then I will help you there. Your hands are not convenient."

... The color makes the mind faint.They are all disabled people, why couldn't they bear the calm for a while last night?

So, he stood outside the bathtub, I soaked in it, he washed my hair, and I wiped his back.The disabled supported each other and took a particularly difficult bath.

The hardest part was when he rubbed my scalp and said innocently: "Fourteen...do you want me to wash it for you..."

"What to wash, what to wash!" I slipped on the soles of my feet and choked on the bath water, "...you get lost!"

He hurriedly grabbed me, pressed my face on his lower abdomen, patted my back, patted my hands and was about to go down.I coughed on the rim of the barrel, and held him down: "You don't need your help, I'll...turn your face away."

……

Those who ride horses always feel that something is wrong.

But the emperor's nephew didn't feel anything wrong at all. I think he probably suffered from short-term mental retardation.

He sneaked a glance at me, and I caught him straight: "Fourteen...I, I'll bring the porridge."

I took the opportunity to quickly climb out of the bathtub, put on my robe, and slipped to the desk.

He immediately followed, sat down next to me, took a mouthful of porridge and kissed me.

Still rational, I ate a mouthful of greasy porridge, and refused righteously: "No, I have to read yesterday's book quickly, or I won't be able to deal with the old tricksters in a while."

He turned a deaf ear to me, and gave me another sip, and said: "There are only three things, the Qiang people, the general's mansion, and the Jiang family. The Qiang people's truce and peace negotiations are only temporary. The adults all understand that there will not be too many things in this matter." Controversy. The General's Mansion involves all parties. Naturally, some people support and some oppose it, and some people will fish in troubled waters and make troubles secretly. Your Majesty just needs to stand firm and stay calm. As for the Jiang family, it is indeed tricky, but there is no need to be afraid, it deserves a reward Rewards, punishments that should be punished, investigations that should be investigated, Your Majesty no longer needs to rely on them."

I thanked him for regaining his IQ: "I don't have to rely on them all anymore. But if we really investigate, I'm afraid it will involve too much trouble. After all, your surname is actually Jiang..."

"I take your surname." He snapped, "Fourteen, no matter how much hatred my ancestors have, I still have this heart."

"You..." I was shocked, "Why do you... have such a heart for me..."

He smiled: "Because I only have you, without you, I would have died a long time ago. I originally... wanted to be a cow and a horse for life and death, and to repay my benefactor, but you are so good-looking, rich, and have status .”

...So you decided to make a promise with your body?

I got to know him again.

He continued to make me "admired": "When I was in the East Palace, I hoped that you would come to see me more, preferably every day. Then you let me live in Shibo Terrace and Xuanyang Palace, and I could finally see you every day. Then again I think that I can be with you every day, even every hour."

My heart was touched, and for no reason there was a burst of panic and confusion: "You are not afraid..."

"I'm only afraid of you," he rubbed the stone ring on my finger, "I'm afraid that you will marry a wife and have children, and that you will dislike me. Before my mother died, my mother told me that I am not her child, and she has to accompany my father. Said that even if I was her own, she would do that, because parents are destined to leave one day. Fourteen, only husband and wife can be together day and night, every moment, until death, right?"

I was knocked out of my wits by his "day and night", "every moment", and "until death", and I couldn't help but turn around and kiss his face: "It's a pity that you and I are both men, so we can't be a husband and wife. But my heart is the same as yours."

He said in a daze, "Fourteen, I'm not dreaming, am I? I had such a dream, and it was nothing but nothing when I woke up."

I couldn't help but laugh at myself: "Even if it's a dream, I'm still dreaming."

But what about dreams?The horse in the gap, the fire in the stone, and the body in the dream, all of them live for less than a hundred years, and they are not greedy for a long time.

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Thanks to Mang Guang, Qingge Ruhua, and Dodo little angels for their mines!

According to the editor's instructions, some parts of the manuscript need to be changed. I will take a day off tomorrow to revise the article. If you find that the previous chapters have been updated, don't click in. It should be a detailed revision~