Huaigui

Helan Mingyue was in a coma for two full days and two nights. During this period, he occasionally sensed it, but his eyelids were heavy and he really couldn't wake up.

In the beginning, there were still nightmares, haunted by vague memories, and it was impossible to tell whether it was fantasy or reality, and then even the nightmares disappeared.The whole body is light, as if it is soaring to the nine heavens, but it is dragged by something, and it is dragged back to the world.

Later, Helan Mingyue thought that this might be the closest he was to death.

The hand holding him was a little cold, sometimes intermittently, but he finally woke up.

His mouth was dry, but he was extremely hot in the early autumn season. He Lan Mingyue turned his head slightly and saw a little eunuch leaning on his couch, and couldn't help but froze for the first time.

He moved his fingers, reluctantly turned his head to look outside, and recognized from the dim sky that it should be before dawn.Throat-like pain, He Lanmingyue came back to his senses, and then his back was burning like a fire, he gasped and let out a hoarse gasp, which woke up the little eunuch next to him.

"Ah, you're awake!" He was very surprised, then he stood up and ran out, regardless of the time, and shouted, "Sister Amang, He Lan woke up—!"

Amon came with a middle-aged man.

Helan Mingyue couldn't make a sound, so she had to listen to her talk, and learned that this person was not an imperial doctor in the palace, His Royal Highness King Yu specially brought him into the palace to treat him.

He stretched out his hand to feel the doctor's pulse, it was only a simple movement, but it seemed to make him drenched in cold sweat.Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Amang quickly asked, "What's the matter? Why are you sweating so much?"

"...I..." He Lan Mingyue managed to choke out a word, "Alive..."

Amang raised her brows upside down: "Shut up! You are going to die, isn't your Highness's thoughtfulness in the past two or three days in vain? Rest at ease, and someone will change your medicine for your back injury—here, this is Qingcao, he is taking care of you these few days, when you are well, you can treat someone to eat some pastries."

He Lan Mingyue turned to the young eunuch next to her, and the other party smiled, and the eyebrows were actually quite pretty.He lowered his eyelashes, embarrassed for some reason.

Amang said: "You passed out before finishing the board that day, but our Highness was so anxious that we didn't fall asleep all night, and there was a blister on the corner of the mouth! I dare not seek medical treatment for fear of letting Your Majesty know , it didn’t take long for you to have a high fever again, and it’s almost over, fortunately, King Yu is willing to help, and the guard who beat the board kept his hand, otherwise you this time... hey!"

She sighed heavily, and then asked, "Doctor Li, has he improved?"

The doctor Xu is a person who often goes in and out of the palace. This time he entered the palace, he can be called a bold man with a high skill. Hearing this, he smiled slightly: "Little brother is still young and has a foundation in martial arts. Although he still has a little fever, he is not sick. It’s a serious problem. I’ll prescribe a few more medicines for him, pay attention to the wound on his back, eat a light diet, and he won’t be difficult to recover.”

Amang was very grateful, took out the silver and gave it to the doctor as a reward, and said in his mouth that he would send him out of the palace city in the dark, and went on an adventure with the doctor one after another.

As soon as she left, only He Lan and the little eunuch named Qingcao were left in the not-so-spacious bedroom.Mingyue couldn't talk to that person, she turned her head to close her eyes, he was still sleepy, but after a while, he became blurred again.

There seemed to be a slight sound of water in his ears. For the convenience of applying the medicine, He Lan had no clothes on his body, considering that Amang was covered with a thin blanket by a woman.At this moment, someone approached and gently lifted the blanket, Helan Mingyue woke up suddenly, only to hear Qingcao say: "Brother Helan, I will clean your wound and change your dressing."

The roots of his ears were a little red, he said "um", and forced himself to let go.

He Lan knew that he was not qualified to judge others, now that his clothes were off, and the slave mark with a diagonal cross on his back was exposed, others might look down on him.

What about eunuchs?They are all poor people.

There were soft footsteps again, Helan Mingyue was very sleepy, and Qingcao worked meticulously, a towel soaked in warm water avoided the open wounds, the soft force made people more relaxed.

The action of wiping the back stopped for a while, and then continued, but it was indescribably strange——

Helan Mingyue realized something, opened her eyes and turned her head to look, and what came into view was a moon-white soft robe.From very close, he could clearly see the dark patterns on it like clouds rolling and unwinding, absolutely extraordinary.

Looking up, there is a pair of familiar eyes.

Helan Mingyue's throat suddenly choked: "Dian..."

"Shh, you rest." Gao Jing stood by the couch, holding the ball of towel, and wiped a scar on his lower back unskillfully, "I have hurt you so much, I should take care of you."

"Your Highness, why..."

"I told you not to talk, your voice is very unpleasant." Gao Jing said, holding up the handkerchief, and touched the tip of Helan's nose, "Leave so many rules aside for the time being, and just take a look at you. I'm going to Shuyuzhai later. .”

He Lan Mingyue lowered her eyelashes and said "Yes" hoarsely.

He wiped his back harder than before, which made him very uncomfortable, and it didn't seem to have the effect of cleaning the wound, but He Lan Mingyue buried himself between his arms and didn't speak.

Since Gao Jing was born, he has been used to rich clothes and good food, not to mention serving anyone, I am afraid he seldom even served tea for the emperor, now he is willing to do these meticulous work of caring for him, even if He Lan Mingyue feels wronged again, It also gradually disappeared in the reckless and clumsy wiping.

He only did it for a while, and it seemed that he was not very patient anymore. Seeing this, the little eunuch next to him hurriedly said: "Your Highness, let the servant come, your hands are red."

"Forget it." Gao Jing handed him the towel, sat sideways on the side of the couch, and touched He Lan's forehead very casually.

Just now he took a warm towel, his fingers were warm, but his palm was still cold, it was the temperature he felt by accident when he was unconscious, he grabbed him and refused to let him go.

He Lan couldn't lift his hand, he was ashamed of his momentary thought - he wanted to shake Gao Jing's hand.

And this stay was only for a moment. When Gao Jing pulled his hand, He Lan raised his eyes to look at him in confusion, a small red mole flashed at the corner of his eye, and he asked with a half-smile, "What does Gu Gu do?"

Perhaps the high fever has not subsided, He Lanmingyue was dizzy, and she opened her mouth and said: "Your Highness is really beautiful."

The atmosphere in the wing suddenly condensed, and the little eunuch who was wiping behind his back couldn't help pausing.As soon as the words were out of her mouth, He Lan Mingyue felt displeasure on Gao Jing's face, and the drowsiness faded away immediately.

"Your Highness, I... subordinate..." He hurriedly said, but was interrupted by Gao Jing's movement to get up.

The corner of the moon-white gown brushed against the quilt, Gao Jing took two steps, his back was in a panic, he paused for a while, then walked out again with strides.

Gao Jing's figure disappeared outside the corridor and gradually disappeared. The little eunuch who was conscientiously holding a towel at the side heaved a sigh of relief, opened the medicine next to him, and a bitter smell spread: "Your Highness does not like others to judge his appearance, praise him Neither."

"Why?" He Lan asked.

He couldn't help being taken aback, and he never asked why.

Qingcao said: "There is no reason! Your Highness is the master, you and I are slaves, how can a slave criticize the master? Your Highness has been feeling angry recently, if you were to change it, you would have been - that's all, there is nothing to say. I I will take medicine for you, it hurts a little, bear with it."

Helan Mingyue nodded slightly and stopped talking.

The doubts in his heart rushed out following this sentence, he had no time to think about it before, but now the surroundings are quiet and no one disturbs him, but it made him think a lot.

Why doesn't Gao Jing like being said that?

Empress Dugu lives with him. Although the North Palace is full of palaces and crowded with people, it is not a thousand miles away from east to west. Why don't you see him once a day?

He is clearly the eldest son, but...why does everyone call him "Second Highness"?

The herbal medicine applied on the back was painful, and He Lan Mingyue's idea of ​​resting could not be succeeded, so he could only lie on the couch stiffly, staring straight at a potted plant in the corner.

There were people coming and going outside from time to time, maybe Amang had told him in advance that no one came to visit him for the whole day except his little eunuch Qingcao who took care of him.Helan Mingyue sometimes thought that maybe some people outside would think he was dead.

The word "death" flashed in his mind, and He Lan Mingyue was suddenly stunned.

Even though he was trapped in the most difficult period of slavery in Prince Yu's Mansion, he never thought of a clean death—maybe he has an obsession, but how strong is this obsession?

Missing memories, unknown parents, imprints branded for no reason...

He couldn't let go of any of them, and he had no clue about any of them, as if he was hanging on his life. He carried these heavy secrets on his back, and lived extremely exhausted for more than ten years, but he couldn't let go of his life.

Just relaxing her thoughts aimlessly, He Lan Mingyue didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.The green grass watching by him was younger than him, but he was more able to observe words and expressions. Xu could see that he didn't want to be disturbed, so he moved a stool and sat by the door, and took out a book from his arms contentedly.

Can even this little eunuch know how to read and write?

He Lan Mingyue's gaze was attracted by him, and she asked, "What is that?"

"Huh?" Qingcao turned her head and waved the booklet in her hand, "It's a comic book, it was given by His Highness beforehand, even if you don't know how to read, you can understand it."

His heart skipped a beat: "Wait... When I get better, can I borrow a few pages?"

Qingcao smiled and said: "That's natural, but you need to get up first, and I can't read, so I can't read to you."

He Lan Mingyue said softly that it was okay, and put her chin on the pillow again.Qingcao turned the pages of the book quickly, and it didn't take long to look at the paintings. He heard the sound, which was as fine as a spring silkworm chewing leaves, and his thoughts could not help but fly away.

Rarely since he could remember had he had such a time when he didn't have to do anything.

Just now when someone mentioned "I can't read to you", He Lan Mingyue's heart couldn't help but think of Gao Jing almost logically, thinking of his phrase "I can teach you how to read"... But Gao Jing can read to him what?

Regardless of other things, what would you read?

He Lan Mingyue was so frustrated that she didn't even know what she could listen to.

He didn't realize that he was thinking about His Royal Highness, and his heart was filled with unreasonable warmth.It wasn't until there was another "creak" sound outside the door that Helan Mingyue came back to her senses.

Still wearing the moon-white gown in the morning, Gao Jing went and returned, with a tired face.He ignored Qingcao's greetings, walked straight to Helan Mingyue, flipped up his clothes, sat on the side of the couch, and then sighed a long time.

"What's the matter, Your Highness?" He Lan Mingyue cheered up, and when she asked, she was surprised that her voice was not so unpleasant.

He was not the only one who discovered this. Gao Jing glanced at him lightly: "The medicine is really useful. I don't want to talk to you before going to morning class. I feel much more comfortable now."

He Lan Mingyue heard the ridicule from his words, and asked tentatively: "Your Highness is not angry with your subordinates?"

The corners of Gao Jing's lips were tense, but there was a flying look in his brows and eyes: "What do you care about about Gu Tong? If you have something, don't say anything just because you owe Gu to you."

"This subordinate knows it's wrong." He Lan Mingyue tugged Gao Jing's clothes with her finger, and said with a smile, "Please forgive me this time."

He usually has a straight face, even though he is surprisingly handsome, he is always like a piece of wood that doesn't know his mood or anger. Now he suddenly smiled, his deep eye sockets no longer looked cold and hard, and he was a little more youthful, and the corners of his eyes drooped more and more. Be gentle.

Gao Jing was fascinated for a moment, which was no different from a gaffe to him.Realizing this, Gao Jing hastily turned his gaze away and snorted coldly not to look at the person on the couch.But he let Helan Mingyue grab his clothes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of those fingers with well-knit joints, slender and good-looking, and their complexion was not bloodless pale, but strangely pale.

Looking at the same complexion on the face, Gao Jing couldn't help asking: "He Lan, why are you so white, like a woman?"

This is something he knows very well. Murong Yun mentioned it before, but he didn't mention it when he didn't like it.Maybe it's from blood, maybe it's his strangeness, Helan Mingyue's smile gradually disappeared: "...It's innate."

"Little boy." Gao Jing grabbed the tip of his tall nose.

"Your Highness is making fun of you again." He Lan said, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and the depression in his heart seemed to be relieved inexplicably.

They didn't shy away from it. After a brief silence, Gao Jing withdrew his hand and said suddenly: "What are you thinking?"

He Lan Mingyue was caught off guard by his name and shook her head.

Gao Jing raised one eyebrow: "Gu doesn't like the way you hold back and want to lie."

He Lan Mingyue whispered: "If this subordinate tells the truth, His Highness promises not to be angry."

Gao Jing laughed and said: "Okay, okay, I promise you."

"Subordinate..." He Lan Mingyue's throat twitched, "If you want to hear His Highness read a passage, you can do anything."

Near noon, the sunlight slanted from the window sills and fell on Gao Jing's shoulders. The moon-white gown was dyed golden, and the hidden lines in it flashed like radiance, dazzling people's eyes.

He heard Gao Jing laugh, helplessly, but with a little joy: "I don't have any books, so I don't read. I'll recite a paragraph for you—when you recover, I will teach you how to write."

Looking serious like an old master, Helan Mingyue wanted to laugh again, but the next moment Gao Jing's voice suddenly softened, was blown away by the autumn wind, and went straight into the white clouds.

Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river. A gentle lady, a gentleman is so charming.

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poo.Leisurely, tossing and turning.

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In July of the 15th year of Jingming, He Lan narrowly escaped death. The meaning of this poem is not yet known, but Gao Jing recited it slowly and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the side of the couch. He was so sad that he almost shed tears.

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