[Comprehensive Qiong Yao] The collision of scum and scum

As soon as the words came out, Yongzhen was dumbfounded, and his eyes turned red. If Mianyi hadn't pulled him, he might have uncontrollably attacked Qianlong. He wanted to ask Huang Ama, did you finally attack the third brother?Huang Ama, what did you do to make the third brother look like this!Huang Ama, didn't you say that you would protect the third brother? Why did this happen?

Even if he didn't say anything, the disgruntled eyes clearly showed his thoughts.Qianlong touched his nose in embarrassment, unable to find words to refute.Although this suspected amnesia situation was beyond everyone's expectations, Yongzhang's injury was ultimately his fault.

Yongzhang slightly tilted his head and looked at the two little boys in front of him. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This is also the type he prefers in the modern age—good-behaved and obedient, precocious and sensible, stubborn and boundless in the future, innocent and pure as a child There are distressing smear marks in it.

It seems that it really has something to do with him... right?Yongzhang looked sideways at Qianlong, with pleas for help, doubts, and slight dependence in his eyes. Qianlong felt soft-hearted and sad at the same time. For a moment, he even felt that Yongzhang might as well not restore his memory.

"This is the twelfth elder brother Yongxi." Qianlong touched the palm of his hand to comfort Yongzhang who was a little dazed due to amnesia, and smiled kindly and tenderly, "This is your son, Mianyi."

Listening to his introduction, Yongzhang matched the names and faces one by one, and then searched for relevant pictures and records in the vague remaining memory.

"Yongzhen...well, the twelfth brother." Yongzhang found the fat baby who was cute and clumsy in his memory, and smiled at him, but he still looked at Mianyi with strangeness and hidden doubts in his eyes— — Logically speaking, Mianyi should be closer to him than Yongzhen, but why does he only remember Yongzhen and not Mianyi?

Yong Xing felt that his eye sockets were a little hot, he could not express the tingling pain and self-blame in his heart, so he could only hold Mian Yi, who was also quiet and silent, with both hands, to restrain his emotions.

Don't do evil for small things.

Missing an inch is a thousand miles wrong.

His disapproving words hurt the person he loves the most.

Although he still couldn't remember anything, Yongzhang still took a step forward, bent down, and gently kissed Yongzheng's forehead, holding the shoulders of the two little dolls with both hands, smiling gently and indescribably comforting, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

It's like comforting that child countless times in the remaining memory.

When you look at me, who are you thinking about?Yongzhen raised his face and looked at the tenderness that had never appeared on Yongzhang's face, which seemed to melt into his bones, and he felt bitter and sore in his heart.It's fine if you lose to Qianlong, but now you have to continue to the back row.

Qianlong couldn't tell what was going on in his heart anymore, he only knew how to follow his instinct to step forward and hug the young man's slender waist, which seemed unbearable to grasp, and pull him back into his arms, only in this way could he feel a little bit at ease.

There is a slight familiarity in the strangeness, is it just because of Yongzhang's memory?The young man frowned, his face pale.

"Yongzhen, if you have free time, go back and write two more policy theories." Qianlong glanced coldly at the excited Yongzheng and Mian Yi, whose eyes were slightly open but silent, looking at Yongzhang's expression. Worries flashed away, and he was about to go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation with his arms around him.

"Ama..." Mian Yi grabbed the corner of his sleeve, his eyes were filled with mist, concealing a deeper stream of light, "Don't forget to go home."

Yongzhang trembled, Qianlong's heart trembled too, and he quickly pulled him away.

The knowledgeable Wu Shulai had already asked the little eunuch to call the imperial doctor.

"I'm fine, really, definitely don't drink medicine anymore." Yongzhang glanced at the old doctor who was taking his own pulse, turned his head to look at Qianlong, and probably didn't even realize that his voice softened, as if, Like being coquettish.

Qianlong's heart was about to melt into water, and then listening to the imperial doctor's babbling, in fact, it is not a serious problem that he needs all kinds of supplements. He waved his hand and asked him to go down to study a recipe of medicinal food, but he didn't need to drink that bitter tonic anymore. .

Yongzhang, who had succeeded in acting coquettishly, blinked, grabbed Qianlong's sleeve aggressively, and raised his face, "Is the room I want ready? I want to practice dancing..."

The tone is soft and waxy, the posture is well-behaved, and there are still cunning and a little bit of evil in the eyes that have always been unpredictable , put away the paws rarely, and rubbed the pads of the palms on the heart.

Qianlong felt that he was about to have a nosebleed, so he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the tip of his nose after enduring it, but his eyes locked on the thin lips that had finally recovered their color.

The innocent and childlike youth blinked again, raised his face and touched his chin with his lips politely.It's like the intimacy between father and son that he has seen every time, at least he thinks it is a father-son relationship.

The room Yongzhang mentioned was a request made by Yongzhang when Qianlong asked him to stay in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. It was a room with dioramas on all sides, a floor made of high-quality wood, and a room with constant temperature throughout the year.

For this reason, Qianlong also specially sent people to the foreign firm to buy all the large mirrors enough to fill a room, so this also contributed to Qianlong's consideration of reopening the sea ban.

The color makes the mind faint, but this is the case.

"But the injury on your head..." Qianlong frowned hesitantly, rubbing the bandage still wrapped with his fingertips, "Will you still feel dizzy?"

Raising his hand and touching the back of his head which was said to be injured, Yongzhang smiled nonchalantly, stood up and spun around lightly, Ruyu's hands reflected the sun and danced in front of his chest, as if holding a tiny circle in the palm of his hand. And the warm sun.

"I... once made a wish in front of the Buddha, my life is endless, and my dancing steps are endless. Even at that time, I never stopped..."

At that time, when was it?

Who ever smiled so tenderly and asked him to make a promise not to give up dancing?

Putting his hands together to cover his eyes, a fragmented picture flashed in front of his eyes. The naked boy, covered in welts, was spinning and dancing on the pool of blood with his bare feet, his body bent into an incredible arc, like a swan with its neck folded. He lowered his head and pressed his already cold face.I can't see that face clearly, but I only remember the distorted but ultimately kind and gratified expression.

Finally died...The boy seemed to be smiling, but his eyebrows were raised as if he were crying.

"Yao Hua, Yao Hua?!" Qianlong hurriedly pulled the unconscious man back into his arms, not missing the struggle and pain before he closed his eyes.

In such a situation, how dare he let this person dance.

Re-block those painful or sad memories that you don't want to think of, and the eyes that are opened again are so clear and clean that it makes people feel palpitations, and they are so innocent that they don't know any sorrow.Yongzhang blinked, noticed the crescent moon hanging high outside the window, noticed the faintly bright night pearl on the bedside, and noticed the exquisite and luxurious palace lanterns in the distance.

It wasn't until I finished watching everything that I could see that I had to focus on the man who had been standing by the bed, his face was bright or dark under the light, his eyes were deep and gentle, the kind that seemed to be able to swallow people up. Profound, but it made him subconsciously afraid to face it.

He can't afford to repay such tenderness.

Yongzhang pursed his lips, silently turned his head away and did not want to look at him.

Qianlong bent down to help him up without hesitation, pinched his ears with two fingers, "You are hungry, I will let Wu Shu pass the meal."

He is familiar with the awkward Yongzhang.

The obedient and compliant Yongzhang before always made him feel unreal.

After being stunned for a moment, the cold and delicate young man like a dream raised his face and smiled brightly and innocently, "Okay."

According to the history books and the daily situation, there is no supper or supper in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but here is the Hall of Mental Cultivation named Yongzhang, which is actually Yao Hua, let alone add a dinner Or it was supper, even if exquisite meals were to be prepared at twelve o'clock, Qianlong would wave his hands in approval without blinking or beating heartbeat.

Wu Shulai led the court ladies and eunuchs to put all the condensed twelve dishes on the table, and then tactfully led the servants to guard the door.

Qianlong scooped up a bowl of gold, green, jade, and fresh shrimp porridge, and carefully picked out the chopped green onion with chopsticks before placing it in front of Yongzhang, "Eat a bowl of porridge to warm your stomach first, do you want Ama to feed you?"

Yongzhang has a lot of little quirks that he didn't even realize. For example, he said that chopped green onion must be added when cooking porridge, but he hates eating chopped green onion.

Another example is that when Yongzhang eats porridge, there are all kinds of ingredients in a spoonful, which is weird obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yongzhang finished eating a bowl of porridge with his head down, wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and raised his hand just in time to take the meat roll that Qianlong had already mixed with shredded melon, shredded ginger, and shredded pork. The size and weight were just enough. He ate it in two bites.

After eating fragrant jade white rice and drinking a spoonful of hot soup to relieve the taste for a while, Yongzhang naturally took another meat roll that had been rolled with lettuce leaves, and ate it in two or three bites.

Qianlong carefully prepared the mix of meat rolls, from taste to taste to type to preference to quantity, even Yongzhang, who loves to complain, picky and spoiled, was embarrassed and couldn't find a reason to frown.

It wasn't until Yongzhang said that he was full, but was drinking soup slowly and in a daze, that Qianlong quickly filled his already not very hungry stomach.

This is the scene of the two eating after Yongzhang lost his memory.Because the surprised expressions of the servants, including Wu Shulai, too affected the appetite, so whenever Qianlong was with Yongzhang, he would wave away others.

It was also after his careful observation that he discovered some little eccentricities of Yongzhang, who claims to be not picky eaters, when eating, which made him want to indulge the habits that made him feel so cute.

Yongzhang was silent for a long time again, seemingly in a daze, and was quietly dragged by Qianlong to the courtyard for a walk.

"Why do you treat me so well? I'm not your son."

No matter what kind of memory it is, no one treats him so meticulously. It's not about material enjoyment, but the kind of meticulous and meticulous love that will make people indulge.

Qianlong was silent for a while, thinking about how to answer, whether to be honest about his love, or find another way to explain.

It's just that facing Yongzhang's slightly transparent pupils reflecting the moonlight at this time, he can't lie.

"I want to treat you well. Yao Hua, you have to believe that you are worth it."

Qianlong discovered the worst thing about Yao Hua after he lost his memory, that is, compared to before, although he was rebellious and crazy, he would bravely face all pride, while now Yao Hua has learned to escape even though he is well-behaved.

Qianlong would rather he refuted doubts.The author has something to say: ...the salad dressing came to confess qaq the salad dressing forgot my Yao Hua...