debt repayment

Song Hui'an was stunned for a moment, and Shiwu also felt that what he said was reasonable, so he agreed immediately.

"Brother, you are not feeling well today. Let's just play two games, and Qi'er will go back to study. When my brother recovers from illness in the future, let's have fun again."

The younger brother was very thoughtful and dedicated to his elder brother. Song Hui'an was very moved and smiled weakly: "Okay, my brother's good-looking Qier is really sensible."

Song Huiming left his seat, came to Song Hui'an, and said to the younger brother who had already hid behind Song Hui'an and even grabbed his waist: "Be careful, Brother Dahuang is here to arrest you!"

There was a burst of laughter, and the people caught in the middle held on for a while, and then became sleepy.

For some reason, Qi'er was so fast that he had a phantom.

Song Hui'an blinked, maybe he was tired.

My younger brother is at an active age right now, so he treats him like a pillar and runs around him. If he runs too fast, he has to hold his back as a support from time to time. After all, Song Huiming is a tall adult man. He is playing around, and it is impossible to go all out. At most, he is pretending, chasing the children, stretching his arms and making some fake moves, causing Fifteen to scream again and again, and his paws often rub against him in an uneven way. waist and abdomen.

"Brother, brother, help me block him!"

Song Hui'an had no choice but to stretch out his hand and softly stop him.In all fairness, Song Huiming's movements are very regular, and he can even be called taking care of his "patient". Shaking and swaying, seeing that he couldn't escape Song Huiming's claws, he kept digging into his arms: "Brother, help me!"

With all his strength, he knocked Song Hui'an so unstable that he even moved his butt which was next to the chair.

Song Hui'an's upper body, which was still upright, suddenly became limp as if it had been drained of strength. Fifteen unconsciously arched into his arms, but his legs trembled, and he could hardly sit still.

Song Huiming hurriedly supported him, and patted Shiwu on the head: "Brother Huang has caught you, come down quickly, your prince brother is not feeling well, don't torment him."

Hearing the sound, Shiwu raised his head and looked towards Song Hui'an. Seeing that his cheeks were burning red and the rest was white, he said in surprise, "Brother, you have a fever!"

"It's okay, it's really just cold, a little dizzy, it doesn't matter," Song Hui'an smiled reluctantly, "Sorry, my brother is a little tired today, and I want to rest for a while, can Qi'er go back first? Be good, brother will come back another day." play with you."

"Brother, you have a fever!"

"Brother is fine..."

Seeing that Song Hui'an seemed to be unable to sit still, Song Huiming only stretched the back of his hand to his forehead, and then picked him up. Song Hui'an couldn't scream, so he heard Song Huiming say: "His Royal Highness, the cold disease has turned into a severe fever." Already, the imperial physician is here."

Seeing him hugging the prince, Gong'e was at a loss, Song Huiming frowned and said, "Send Your Highness back to bed first."

He closed his eyes and was in a daze, only feeling the sound of conversation coming from his ears from time to time.The palace people were afraid of disturbing him to recover from his illness, so there was no sound in coming and going, only the voice of the imperial doctor reporting his illness to the man.

The incident happened suddenly, Queen Guo was organizing affairs in the harem, but failed to arrive in time, and the emperor was even more busy with chores, so the only ones with him at this time were his younger brother and Song Huiming.

A few days ago, he only coughed, and his head hurt slightly. He didn't want to sacrifice to the gods to catch the cold today. Even if he returned to the palace, he would be hugged and served by Song Huiming for a while, but he was still frozen.

His head was about to explode, but his torso and limbs were as cold as frozen. He was so burnt out that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes slightly to see the light.

"His Royal Highness is already afraid of the cold. Today, when he offered sacrifices to the gods, His Royal Highness couldn't keep warm enough to make the cold sickness worse. Now, I will prescribe a prescription for Gong'e to feed and His Highness to drink."

"Okay, the imperial doctor will step back. Go back on the fifteenth day, so that your prince brother can rest well."

"Brother Emperor, it's getting late today, aren't you going back home?"

"You go back first, Brother Huang will leave after a while."

After retiring the palace man and the fifteenth, there are only two people left in the bed.

He didn't notice when Song Huiming left.

Song Hui'an only felt that the roots of his ears were completely clean, and his sleep became deeper and deeper.While sleeping, he only felt that when the towel on his forehead was hot, someone would replace it with an iced towel soaked in cold water. This went on and on countless times. He didn't open his eyes slowly until he smelled the aroma of food and felt a little better.

He also wondered why Gong'e brought food without him waking up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Huiming sitting in front of his bed drinking porridge.

"..."

Seeing that he woke up, Song Huiming immediately handed out the porcelain bowl in his hand, wiped his hands clean, removed the cold towel, and tested his forehead.

"Are you sweating a little? The temperature seems to have dropped a bit. Are you hungry? I'll ask Gong'e to get your nourishing porridge."

After a while, Liansheng came with a bowl of porridge.Song Hui'an fell ill, and the food he ate became lighter and more mellow.Liansheng was about to pick up the bowl, so he heard Song Huiming say: "Go down, my king is here to serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Lian Sheng wondered why King Jian suddenly acted like a brother and friend today, he was in a dilemma, and looked at the pale prince.Song Hui'an's mouth was parched, unable to drive Song Huiming away, so he said, "Go down, King Liujian is here."

"……Yes."

Liansheng exited the dormitory, Song Huiming brought a pillow, put it behind Song Huian's head, helped him sit up, and brought a blanket to wrap his exposed shoulders under the brocade quilt.Seeing that Song Hui'an's lips were dry, he fed him soup first.

The nourishing mullet soup was stewed until it was milky white. He put some on a spoon, let it cool down, and handed it to Song Hui'an's mouth.

Song Hui'an lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Why, afraid of being poisonous?" Song Huiming smiled, "You ate all the crabs I peeled during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Song Hui'an frowned slightly, but he didn't even have the energy to open his mouth to scold, and his appetite was whetted by the delicious smell, so he ignored him and drank the soup in the spoon.

Song Huiming thoughtfully fed him a few more mouthfuls before he got porridge.It’s going to be winter in the past few days, and the imperial dining room has changed the recipes for warming up. Under the suggestion of the imperial physician, Song Hui’an added a few medicinal herbs to this dinner, which were cooked by other ingredients until they left a fragrance without bitterness. .

Song Hui'an was exhausted, and he ate very slowly. When he finished his bowl of porridge, he turned his head to look at Song Huiming's porridge, but there was no heat coming out of it.

It's all cold.

Song Huiming put down the bowl, picked up some pastries and brought them to his mouth: "It's the salted deer crisps you like to eat."

Seeing that the thief was so caring today, Song Hui'an was also happy to let him wait on him, and took a bite of the crispy crispy meat. Song Huiming even reached out to take the crispy skin under his mouth.

He finally finished eating, and was arranged by Song Huiming to lie back on the bed. He had just had enough sleep, his stomach was warm, and he was not tired for a while, but because that annoying thing was still sitting by the bed, he just Close your eyes with a breath.

Song Huiming was not upset when he saw this, so he rewarded the beauty with a few mouthfuls of cold porridge.Song Hui'an's body is delicate and weak, he has always been aware of it, but he didn't expect his condition to suddenly turn serious today, to be so sick.The pale beauty was sickly, her pupils were dull, and she opened her eyes, not knowing where he was looking.

After Song Huiming changed the cold towel for him three or four times, Song Hui'an suddenly said: "It's getting late, King Jian should hurry out of the palace and return to his residence."

"Your Highness, the palace has been banned today, and the minister cannot leave the palace."

Hearing Song Huiming's low laugh, Song Hui'an exploded immediately: "Could it be that King Jian is going to stay in the East Palace tonight?"

"I should serve your Highness," Song Huiming said with a playful heart when he saw his face was slightly angry, "Leaving aside the etiquette between the minister and the prince, even if it is about brotherhood, 'brother' is sick, Being an 'older brother' naturally needs to be taken care of."

Song Hui'an was hit in the fatal point, even though he was ashamed and angry, he didn't know what to do with him.

"I don't know if Your Highness thinks that the minister's service is okay?"

An unusually hearty laugh.

The fake Fengniao didn't know the truth, so he naturally thought that the two of them had committed a treasonous thing, and he didn't want to tell him the truth soon, so it's interesting to play with the beauty's joy, anger and shame.

Song Hui'an's nerves were like strings being stretched taut, and a few words he said casually could make him tremble.

Song Hui'an knew without opening his eyes that there must be an uncomfortable smile on his face at this time, and he was so angry that this man was disregarding human relations, his face flushed with shame, and he scolded: "Shut up, you bastard, you... um... "

Halfway through speaking, he stuck two fingers into his mouth.

"Ugh..."

He hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw Song Huiming's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Your Highness, I just served you to eat, and there seems to be some scallions left on your hands. I wonder if Your Highness can help me get rid of this smell?"

Song Hui'an scolded him a thousand times in his heart, he raised his wet and red eyes in hatred, and threw a slash at the culprit, panting heavily, almost crying.

The patient was very delicate, so Song Huiming accepted it when he was better. In the end, his fingertips still rubbed the corners of his lips a few times.

This bastard is really bad.

He was not breathing well just now, and now his chest was heaving violently, his cheeks were flushed, and he was also dripping with sweat.Song Huiming wiped his sweat for him, and then put his hand into his brocade quilt, ignoring his weak struggle, and clenched his hand tightly.

A bit of coolness flowed in through the leaks of the quilt, and Song Hui'an muttered in a daze, "It's cold."

Song Huiming put a kiss on his cold nose, and said softly: "Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll let Gong'e prepare it."

"Just get out of here."

"Really, Cheng Jia, once you are comfortable being served, you will not be cute."

Song Huiming walked around him for a long time, and was a little tired. He got up and picked up the leftovers from the two of them, and said, "Let's borrow your side room in the East Palace tonight. Don't worry, you are still sick." What can brother 'do to you?"

"Damn..."

Song Hui'an was so angry that even though he had to experience the shamelessness of this lunatic when he was alone these days, he had some unethical reasons to be caught by this lunatic. Apart from sarcasm and resistance, the most urgent thing to do was to calm down quickly. Live this big worry.

Suffering such shame and humiliation, he had nowhere to complain, he only wanted to tear the thief into pieces, but he couldn't find any other flaws about this person, so he became famous as the troublemaker.Those names that have been defiled by thieves must not be spread outside.

He really didn't know what to do with this and he was thinking about what to do with the lunatic who dreamed of being married.