Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Xie Huai'an's tears flowed too fiercely, he became dizzy and chest tight after crying for a long time, he lay on the bed and gasped for breath.

Hong Yao followed his back and slowly sent his true energy with his fingertips, but Xie Huai'an didn't relieve it for a while.

"Uncomfortable..." Xie Huai'an grabbed Hong Yao's clothes and frowned.

"How does it feel?" Hong Yao felt for Xie Huai'an's pulse.

A few days ago, Hong Yao asked Ling Ziyou to silently write down Xie Huai'an's usual medical theory of pulse conditions, and he tried his best to make up for it. Coupled with his own familiarity with the meridians of the human body, he can barely be counted as half a doctor.

"Dizzy... I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, it seems to still hurt a little..."

"Do you want to throw up?"

"I don't want to, my heartbeat is... a little flustered."

Hong Yao pondered for a while, then took out a handkerchief to wipe off the cold sweat on Xie Huai'an's forehead: "Sir, don't think about it, just listen to me."

"Hmm..." Xie Huai'an responded with a whimper.

"Do you remember the fish soup in Xuanji Pavilion? The day we first went to Qianbei Cave... Pei Xiuyi had someone prepare a good dish. He used the freshest ingredients and simmered it over a slow fire. It was mellow and delicious. The husband also praised his family. The seasoning is good and has a numb aroma."

Xie Huai'an listened and swallowed: "Yes, that's right."

Hong Yao continued: "Master Ling also has some treasured diet recipes. He said that if the husband is addicted to sweets, the midsummer will be over soon. When the flowers bloom, you can cook osmanthus honey soup and fragrant sugar water."

"Osmanthus osmanthus?" Xie Huai'an sounded familiar.

"Osmanthus osmanthus is often used in the bathing recipes of Xuanji Pavilion. But osmanthus osmanthus soup is made by picking white osmanthus osmanthus and sandwiching two white plums, stacking it in a bottle and filling it with raw honey. After brewing, take it out and brew it with boiling water. It has a strong aroma."

Xie Huai'an swallowed again, staring at Hong Yao with his eyes open blankly.

This is a big black bed, covered with a thick satin mattress, several black embroidered quilts, and partridge pillows.

Xie Huai'an had an extra warm white blanket wrapped around his body, like a white bird that had fallen into a leopard's nest, lying in a daze, quite securely.

Hong Yao propped his head and chuckled, stroked Xie Huai'an's long hair, and pressed his forehead for him.

"Also, when you just left the palace, in the carriage of the Erdang's family to pick up distinguished guests, do you still remember the snacks you like to eat at that time?"

Xie Huaian licked his lips and nodded.

Hong Yao said: "Smiles made of oily molasses, and milk cakes. At that time, my husband was still blindfolded, so I broke them up and fed them."

"Uh, that's it..." Xie Huai'an groaned in his stomach, which was very clear in the quiet room.

Xie Huai'an immediately blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Still dizzy?" Hong Yao asked.

"I'm even more dizzy..."

"Hungry..." Hong Yao judged calmly.

"Sir, here for a while...forget it."

Hong Yao looked Xie Huai'an up and down, took a fox fur cloak and a pair of plush socks, half-kneeled by the bed, and said calmly: "Stand out your feet..."

Xie Huai'an glanced at Hong Yao, and immediately retracted his feet to the blanket, grabbed a thick quilt by the way, and rolled towards the inside of the bed.

Hong Yao raised his eyebrows: "Sir?"

"Sleeping..." Xie Huai'an muffled.

Xie Huai'an didn't close his eyes, staring at the wall with his eyes wide open, his chest rising and falling.

He was dizzy at first, turned over abruptly, his eyes burst out with stars, his stomach felt sick, he covered his mouth tightly and dared not make a sound.

In Xie Huaian's mind, he kept thinking about Hong Yao holding the fleece socks and half-kneeling to the side of the bed naturally, and he was so flustered that he was about to jump out.

Hong Yao, what does he want to do?

"What are you dawdling about, sir? If you move too hard, you will faint..." Hong Yao explained, "I don't worry about Mr. staying alone, and I don't want to work as a guard, so I can only wrong him to go to the East Kitchen for dinner in person."

After Hong Yao finished speaking, he added another sentence: "I will make some supper, and I will make sure that my husband will be satisfied."

Ah... not this question.Xie Huaian wanted to hit the wall.

The experience at the altar was so terrifying that Xie Huai'an almost forgot what Hong Yao did before——

It was also a bloody day, Hong Yao stepped forward, licked the blood from his chin, and stared at him with a smile, there was gloom in his eyes, but also wonderful affection.

When Hong Yao knelt down, Xie Huai'an's memory was completely revived, and he returned to the wheel-like question: What do you mean, are you interested in me?

Xie Huai'an's heart beat faster, and he had to close his eyes, panting softly, pressing his heart: "Please trouble Your Majesty... put the footwear by the bed, I will wear it myself."

Hong Yao listened quietly to Xie Huai'an's breathing for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem, he continued to order calmly, "Don't say any more, stretch your feet over."

Xie Huaian: "..."

Xie Huai'an is capable of flexing and stretching, weighed it, and turned it over carefully.

As soon as he moved, the golden chains tied around his ankles made a crackling sound, and the messy brocade quilt and two pairs of crooked pillows were very strange.

The "culprit" half-kneeled by the bed, still raised his head slightly, stretched out his hands to maintain the posture of putting on fleece socks for him, smiled gently, serious and serious.

Xie Huaian wanted to cover his face.

Ah... Got it, got it, come again.

Xie Huaian wanted to dawdle, but his stomach was growling, and Hong Yao was in the posture of "I won't eat tonight if I don't stretch my feet", so he hesitated to stick out a white foot from the blanket.

This foot has not been exposed to light all year round, like frost and snow white jade or a round of Qiyue, trembling out from the blanket, the round toes are curled up, and the instep is tense.

On the delicate instep, the scars that once showed deep bony scars have almost healed, forming ugly scabs.

Hong Yao held the moonlight-like feet in his warm hands, looked at the brand in the dark, raised his eyes, saw the gold chain fixed on the slender ankle, and smiled again.

"Does it still hurt?"

"I don't feel it anymore..." Xie Huai'an moved his feet uncomfortably, "Your Majesty... Hurry up."

Hong Yao had thin calluses on his fingertips and palms.

In the past, when Hong Yao combed the acupuncture points on the soles of Xie Huai'an's feet with zhenqi, Xie Huai'an only felt itchy and wanted to laugh.Being held in such a way today made his whole body go numb.

After being arrested for a while, not only his heart will be out of control, but his brain will also be out of control.

"If Mister is not afraid of restraint, it's better to apply some medicine." Hong Yao supported Xie Huai'an's foot, as if he was really a doctor observing the condition of the wound.

"Your Majesty, don't look at it, it's cold."

Xie Huai'an lowered his head, the tips of his ears were already burning red.

He suddenly had a strange feeling just now, wondering if Hong Yao wanted to kiss this foot in this posture.

This thought got out of hand, and he began to worry that he had been in a coma for so long, that the back of his feet would not be dry and smell good.If Hong Yao really did it, he wanted to hide, but what if he couldn't?

Xie Huai'an thought for a long time, waited with stretched feet, and made messy mental preparations.

As a result, the soft footwear was put on the feet, the fingertips covered with thin calluses touched the scar, and the small knot was tied, Hong Yao didn't make any extraordinary movements.

Xie Huaian squeezed his eyes shut.

He felt that he was about to follow Hong Yao into a pervert.Just now, when he heard Hong Yao fasten his belt and said "Okay" flatly, he felt disappointed.

"Sir, don't stand still, change to another one." Hong Yao ordered.

Xie Huaian didn't dare to let Hong Yao see his expression, turned his head sideways, and honestly stretched out his left foot.

The toes were curled up in the same way, trembling slightly, looking pitiful and nervous.

Hong Yao raised his eyes and smiled calmly.

Holding a new round of white moonlight in his hands, Hong Yao checked the wound with a gloomy expression, and then happily stared at the tiny toes.

Hong Yao grew two pointed canine teeth, and quietly moved a little closer, opened his mouth and made a motion of biting the air, put on the fleece socks, and said calmly: "Okay..."

"Thank you, thank you Your Majesty..." Xie Huai'an withdrew his foot in relief.

As soon as he moved, Xie Huai'an frowned.

The golden chains shattered.

Xie Huai'an was wrapped in golden chains just now, but what was really locked was his feet.

Around his ankle was a small gold ring, with chains that rattled as it moved.

Xie Huai'an thought that the chain had ended its mission, and since it was going to go out, it should be untied and thrown away, while Hong Yao half-kneeled solemnly, probably for the convenience of opening the mechanism.

In the end, Hong Yao really just helped him put on his socks, but didn't untie the chains.

Xie Huai'an glanced at Hong Yao hesitantly, and pointed down with embarrassment: "This, don't you want to remove it?"

Hong Yao acted as if he hadn't heard, and stood up as usual to tie up the cloak for Xie Huai'an.

Here it comes again, Xie Huai'an's nerves tense.

Hong Yao tied the cloak for him and gave off a lingering smell.

I can't wait to comb every cloak hair and stick it on his neck, leaving no gap for air leakage.

And those hands...I usually wear gloves, but now I don't know if it was intentional after I took them off, and they scratched his collarbone, neck, and jaw when fastening the cloak.

"Let's go, I'll make something to eat for my husband." Hong Yao skillfully picked up Xie Huai'an.

When I went out the door, there was a rush of tide.It was dark and drizzling.

This courtyard has white walls and gray tiles, and the corridors are connected by wooden floors. It has the style of Jiangnan in Xie Huaian's memory, simple and clean.

There are lit stone lamps on the side of the corridor, and it looks like they have been taken care of by attendants, but the courtyard is quiet and empty.

Hong Yao led Xie Huai'an along the corridor to the east kitchen.

Xie Huai'an flinched as soon as he went out, squinted his eyes and glanced at the small courtyard, but he didn't see the blood, lowered his head, and lay listlessly on Hong Yao's shoulder, looking at the gold chain.

The gold chain was long and dragged out as they moved, rattling on the wooden floor.

Hong Yao hugged Xie Huai'an, and said: "This house was built before, and he forged the identity of Jiangzuo businessman to build a small courtyard. It is not high, only one floor, and there is a pond behind it. You can go feed it when you feel better. Fish teasing birds, Fatty is also here."

After finishing speaking, Hong Yao lowered his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was regret or joy to ask: "Sir... Is this yard better, or the previous one? Which one do you like?"

Hong Yao remembered very clearly that his little wife's wish before amnesia was very simple.

First, I hope that he will become a wise king and lead everyone to live a good life. Second, I hope to have a small yard where I can eat, drink and play with birds every day.

After Hong Yao gained a firm foothold in the palace, he built yards under various names.

Some are for Feiluan Guards, some are for Xuanji Pavilion, and the most delicate and elegant ones are reserved for the little master.

The little master didn't say what kind of yard he liked, so Hong Yao built some of them.It's really not good enough to rebuild an abandoned stable.

Hong Yao always thought that as long as he followed the words of the little master, Cheng Mingjun managed the big scene and fulfilled all the little wishes that the little master said, the white bird that left could fly back.

Fortunately, he did come back, but unfortunately, his body and memory were riddled with holes, making people afraid to act rashly for fear of making a mistake and leaving again.

But Hong Yao is a very patient person.

He thought, it doesn't matter even if his little wife can never remember the past, he will hold him tight and let him live happily.

"It's all good..." Xie Huai'an didn't listen carefully to what Hong Yao asked, and watched the anklet dragged across the wooden floor, his brows became tighter and tighter, "Your Majesty, do you have to wear the chain all the time?"

Hong Yao still didn't answer: "Mr. has not recovered from his illness, and he hasn't eaten as usual for a long time. Let's eat something simple today. How about noodles in clear soup?"

"Okay..." Xie Huai'an nodded, kicked his legs weakly, and took up the chain to express his dissatisfaction.

The drizzle has been falling, and the kitchen in the east room is also damp.

Different from the cramped kitchen in Xie Huai'an's imagination, this room is large and seems to have been specially decorated, neat utensils are placed beside the stove, and the floor is paved with stone bricks.

A screen divides the room into two sides, one side is the stove, and the other side seems to be for the emperor to cook in person and bring people over for a short rest. A set of elegant tables and beauty couch are specially arranged, and black bamboo is hung on the wall. There are paintings, satin soft pillows of different sizes are placed in the low cabinet, and plain carpets are laid on the floor.

"Sir, rest and talk when you feel uncomfortable. I will come when I go."

Hong Yao placed Xie Huaian on the beauty couch, and brought soft pillows to cushion his shoesless feet.

Xie Huai'an nodded silently, thinking that he had found another piece of evidence:

Why didn't Hong Yao give him a pair of shoes?Although he has no strength, he can still walk two steps.

The kitchen was dim, and Hong Yao lit a few lamps, and after a while, he started to light a fire to scoop water, and move the pots and pans.

Xie Huaian gathered his cloak.

The window on the other side of the stove was opened a small gap for ventilation, and there was a hint of nighttime humidity in the air.

Xie Huai'an listened to the faint sound of rain outside the window and felt the tide in the air. His heart, which had been beating chaotically, calmed down, as if it had turned into a pool of stagnant water.

The lights are on late at night, the busy people in front of the stove, and the hot noodle soup that can fill your stomach all night.

This was originally a warm scene, if it was true, Xie Huai'an must have sneaked into the kitchen to see if there was anything he could do to help.

But tonight, looking at the gold chain on his ankle that rang when he moved it, and recalling Hong Yao's reaction of avoiding unlocking the chain, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and panic gradually struck.

He felt that Hong Yao was safe... What if it was not safe?

There were ingredients prepared in advance in the kitchen, and Hong Yao acted quickly, and after a while, he brought a bowl of noodle soup and put it on the table, as well as bowls, chopsticks and small dishes.

"Sir, try my handicraft. Fortunately, I still remember, I am not unfamiliar."

Hong Yao said as he took off the loops that tied his sleeves, seeing that Xie Huai'an was in a bad mood, so he didn't say anything.

Xie Huai'an didn't speak.

Hong Yao sat on the edge of the beauty's couch, held Xie Huai'an's hand, and checked his pulse habitually: "What's wrong, you don't speak suddenly?"

Xie Huai'an struggled for a while, moved his hands away, deliberately bent his legs, and there was a sound of rattling chains.

"Sir..." Hong Yao's green eyes were full of dark clouds, but the movements of his hands were gentle.

"Is it cold? The fire is out and the windows are closed. Let me re-tie the cloak for sir."

Xie Huaian raised his hand to block Hong Yao, preventing Hong Yao's hand from touching his neck, and kicked the gold chain again suggestively.

Hong Yao didn't seem to notice Xie Huai'an's movements, his hands were frozen in the air, still in the posture of tying the cloak.

Xie Huaian tried hard to push Hong Yao away.

Because of the effort, Xie Huai'an's forehead soon seeped fine sweat, and his face that had just turned rosy quickly turned pale.

He opened his lips slightly to help him breathe, but he didn't want to show weakness, panting lightly and quickly, suppressing a small cough.

Hong Yao immediately put down his hand.

"I was wrong, sir, don't use your body to vent your anger."

Xie Huai'an leaned against the soft pillow, without speaking, and finally pointed to the anklet.

"Mister misunderstood..." Hong Yao explained in a soft voice, making it difficult to hear his true thoughts, "Because I am afraid that Mr. will be haunted tonight, the chain has not been removed for the time being."

"Really?" Xie Huaian asked.

"Of course it's true, how could I lock Mr.?"

"Your Majesty locked it..." Xie Huai'an lowered his head.

"Your Majesty is decisive in killing and attacking. I'm used to being free and loose, and I don't know any etiquette. If I don't do things according to Your Majesty's wishes one day, maybe..."

Xie Huai'an shuddered, thinking of Hong Yao's slightly crazy expression earlier, he said in a low voice: "Now the Celestial Master... is gone, and I have nothing to use..."

Hong Yao stretched out a finger and put it on Xie Huai'an's lips: "Shh..."

Xie Huaian pouted.

"It's because I lost my head and made my husband worry..." Hong Yao said with a smile, "I locked Mr.'s feet... If you can't get angry, will you lock it back?"

"Lock it back?" Xie Huai'an raised his eyes.

Hong Yao half-knelt beside the beauty's couch, staring at him with blue eyes, burning with unpredictable light.

"Yes, sir, look, this is the chain that binds sir."

Hong Yao picked up the gold chain on Xie Huai'an's ankle and began to wrap it around his hand.

I don't know how long the chain is, and it has been around for a long time, but it still hasn't come to an end.

Xie Huai'an's depressed mood relaxed, and he quietly watched the chain.

In the end, a thick and heavy piece of black iron was dragged all the way, stumbling to Dongchu.

Hong Yao lifted the black iron and placed it under Xie Huai'an's feet.This is a pillar-shaped iron block, a golden ring is imprisoned on the black iron, and it is connected with a chain.

Hong Yao removed the dagger from his waist, took out a golden needle from the mechanism inside the dagger, and opened the golden ring with two clicks.

Xie Huai'an kept watching, and before he could figure out how the golden ring was opened, the cool and smooth golden ring had already been placed on his hand.

"Look, sir, what is this called a lock?"

Hong Yao said softly, holding Xie Huai'an's hands, making him hold the two sides of the golden ring in an open posture.

"Hold it up, use both hands, yes... a little higher."

Hong Yao raised his chin, exposed his Adam's apple, and leaned towards Jinhuan, like a big black cat in the hands of a beast tamer.

Xie Huai'an forgot to breathe, his hands trembled and wanted to let go immediately, but Hong Yao held his hand tightly, and he couldn't move.

"Calm down, good sir."

Hong Yao smiled gloomily, looking up at the god who had returned to the world.

Then he pressed the golden ring, took Xie Huai'an's hand, and locked his neck.

The author has something to say: Osmanthus osmanthus soup was changed from "Shi Lin Guang Ji" volume seven other collections of various soups. Thank you:

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