Crossing the Extreme Rampage

Garan Temple.

Lan Mingyu opened a pair of dark and cold eyes with trembling eyelashes.

The little servant said happily, "Second Young Master, are you awake?"

It was a familiar person, Lan Mingyu was a little relieved, "Where is this?" Perhaps it was because he just woke up, his voice was hoarse.

The boy explained, "This is the Jialan Temple, the young master ordered someone to bring you here."

Lan Mingyu sat up, rubbing the back of his neck that was a little sore, and his last memory stopped at the scene where he said he was going to find the emperor.

In order to stop him, the elder brother knocked him out.

Think about it, what the elder brother did was right, he was impulsive before.

Now that he is here, he will calm down.

Brother, don't worry.

"Second Young Master, it's getting dark, let me go get you some vegetarian food?"

"it is good."

There are many elegant and beautiful small courtyards in Jialan Temple. Several small houses are matched with a small courtyard. Many flowers and plants are planted in the small courtyard, and there is also a bayberry tree with many fruits on it. The tree is full of small red fruits, which looks very beautiful. , is a place of peace of mind.

Standing at the gate, Lan Mingyu looked at the sky where a few stars were already jumping, and at the end of the sky there were still a few remaining red threads, and uncontrollable melancholy climbed into those dazzling and beautiful eyes.

The servant shouted from the room, "Second Young Master, the meal is ready, come and eat."

Lan Mingyu turned around and went in, with an elegant demeanor in every move, "Go down and pack your things first, I'll eat alone."

"Okay, then the second young master called me for something."

Lan Mingyu nodded.

There are light vegetarian dishes on the table, beautiful dishes, it looks very appetizing.

Picking up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, but for some reason, I became dazed. Finally, the chopsticks fell on the table and made a crisp jingling sound before I realized it. I stretched out my hand to pick it up. Warm hands grabbed it, "I'll pick it up for you."

The familiar magnetic voice and gentle tone made Lan Mingyu stunned on the spot, "Emperor... Your Majesty."

Wei Yaoqi raised Lan Mingyu's beautiful chin, kissed him lightly, then turned his face away and gave an ambiguous smirk, "Call me "Qi". , these don’t matter, it’s just that my injury hasn’t healed yet, if I get stabbed, I can only rely on Ming Yu to protect me.”

Lan Mingyu had been teased by Wei Yaoqi so much that she didn't know how to react, she just felt her whole body was burning hot, and lowered her eyes, "It's disrespectful and unreasonable to call the emperor's name directly."

Wei Yaoqi sat across from him and stared at him, his delicate face became more and more attractive, but paler, "You said you are a great talent, why do you always say that it is unreasonable, next time you can change it to something new , this time I order you to call my name."

Lan Mingyu's face was blushed by Wei Yaoqi's words, her fair face was covered with a layer of light red, like a piece of flawless white jade viewed under the bright red light, it looked extremely beautiful, "Your Majesty dare not."

Why are you so stubborn?

Wei Yaoqi's expression was extremely serious, if he ignored the smirk in his eyes, "Then I will give you two choices, you can choose one of them."

Lan Mingyu lowered his head and said respectfully, "Please speak, Your Majesty."

Wei Yaoqi pretended to think about it for a while, and then a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The first choice, you kiss me, and the second choice, you call me Qi, I have given you a chance, you have to make good use of it."

Lan Mingyu raised his head, and the bright orange candlelight sprinkled on his face, which added a bit of charm to his handsome and delicate face. He stared at Wei Yaoqi, his eyes jumping, I don't know if it was shame or anger, "The emperor Please don't embarrass me."

Wei Yaoqi saw that he was shy, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and his teasing thoughts became a little more serious, "I know everything about your thoughts, even if you came to this temple, I would immediately follow you if you didn't feel at ease, don't you feel it? to half a minute?"

Lan Mingyu's heart was in a mess the moment he saw Wei Yaoqi, he showed calmness and fearlessness so as not to let others see, "Your Majesty, I made it very clear, why do you just refuse to let me go?" ?”

Wei Yaoqi's mood became depressed, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and his tone was light, "I thought about letting you go, but I can't let you go..."

Lan Mingyu's heart trembled, and the soreness became more and more obvious. The eldest brother said that he was tempted, yes, he was tempted, but he had to respect reality, and it was stupid to do it knowingly, "Your Majesty, I'm not the slightest bitch." I never liked you, please go back." The smooth and clear voice in the past was full of heartlessness and indifference.

Wei Yaoqi pressed his palms on the table, flipped sideways to Lan Mingyu's side, raised his chin, looked him in the eyes, "Say it again, this time I hope you tell the truth."

Lan Mingyu's heart beat violently, he heard it himself, he didn't dare to look directly at Wei Yaoqi, "Your Majesty, it's the same no matter how many times I say it, please go back."

The strength of Wei Yaoqi's hand gradually weakened, just when Lan Mingyu thought he was going to give up, Wei Yaoqi closed his eyes and fell to the side.

Lan Mingyu was startled, hugged his body quickly, helped him back to the room, touched a wet place with his hand on his back, and the wound opened again.

The hidden guard floated in from nowhere, "Second young master, the emperor has repeatedly had a fever in recent days, and the wound has not healed. Just because he was in a hurry to see you, it must have ruptured again. Please take good care of him. He needs a wound." you."

It was only then that Lan Mingyu noticed that Wei Yaoqi's face was pale, and even his beautiful lips had lost color, "Okay, I understand, put down the emperor's medicine, and you can go and do your own work."

"Thank you, Second Young Master."

Carefully untie Wei Yaoqi's clothes, the wound is on the back, and the gauze bandaged is completely soaked in blood, is this man made of iron, does it hurt?

Re-medicated, re-bandaged, re-dressed him, and then went to the kitchen to make medicine.

Looking around, there was no one in the kitchen, "Where did the boy go?"

Forget about him, come by yourself.

The boy was knocked out by the dark guard, and he was fast asleep in the firewood room.

The dark guard hid in the dark, thinking secretly, how can you disturb the relationship between the master and the second young master, sleep well, tomorrow is another new day.

The noble young master who has never been in the kitchen looked at the boiled medicine, and inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment, "It looks simple, but how can it be so difficult?"

Walking into the room with the medicine...

"Are you awake?" Lan Mingyu's dark and bright eyes showed concern, "Does the wound hurt?"

Wei Yaoqi sat up slowly, the wound was involved during the process, and his brows were wrinkled in pain.

Lan Mingyu quickly put down the tray to help him, very carefully.

"Where did you go just now?" Wei Yaoqi had been awake for a long time, but he thought that Lan Mingyu was very sad when he left, so he didn't move. He didn't expect that Lan Mingyu came back again, which surprised him.

"I went to the kitchen to make medicine for you. Your wound is so severe, can't you feel it?" Lan Mingyu unconsciously cared about Wei Yaoqi, but he didn't even notice that when Wei Yaoqi was unconscious just now, he had something Worry more.

Wei Yaoqi grasped Lan Mingyu's thin and beautiful palm, so tight and cherished, "Mingyu, you care about me, right?"

What kind of bad habit is this, I always like to touch him, why is the king of a country so like a disciple?

"No, I'm afraid that if you die here, you will be buried with me." The depression in Lan Mingyu's heart suddenly dissipated, and he felt relieved.

Wei Yaoqi pulled someone into his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Then we will be buried together after death."

Lan Mingyu blushed with a "swish", and said softly, "You are the king of a country, and you can only have the same acupuncture point with the queen after death."

Wei Yaoqi didn't speak, but he didn't let go of the person in his arms either.

……

half a month later.

The abbot of the temple withdrew his hand to check Lan Mingyu's pulse, and gave a slap, with a happy face, "Congratulations to the benefactor, it's a happy pulse. It's also the reason why I've been dizzy and weak these days, so don't worry."

After the words were finished, not only Lan Mingyu was stunned, but also Wei Yaoqi who had just walked to the door.

It was Lan Mingyu's servant who was the first to react, and said beamingly, "Thank you master, I will take you out, and by the way, I would like to ask you how to take care of your pregnant wife."

"it is good."

Wei Yaoqi walked to the bed in two steps at a time, and the man who was always moody and angry could no longer control the smile on his face, happily like a child, "Ming Yu, did you hear what the master said just now? "

Lan Mingyu's dark eyes rolled, but she still didn't come back to her senses, child, how could there be a child?Didn't they just... once?Isn't it difficult for men to conceive?How can it be?

No, it's impossible, he must have heard wrong just now.

Lan Mingyu suddenly widened his eyes, a little unbelievable, and panicked, "Your Majesty, the master must have made a wrong diagnosis just now. He made a wrong diagnosis. You can find a doctor for me again. I don't believe it..."

The look in Wei Yaoqi's eyes dimmed. Mingyu didn't want to have his child, but seeing Lan Mingyu like this, he felt only distressed, and persuaded, "Mingyu, the master did not make a wrong diagnosis. If you say that, the master will be angry. .”

Lan Mingyu calmed down slowly, but her beautiful eyes were out of focus, "No...it won't..."

Wei Yaoqi sat on the side of the bed, let Lan Mingyu lean into his arms, and comforted him softly, "Mingyu, it's a good thing to have a child. From now on, there will be one more person in this world who is related to you by blood. He will call you Daddy when he grows up. Will run around you, looks similar to you..."

These did not appease Lan Mingyu, he was still in a state of uneasiness, he couldn't accept having a child at all, and murmured, "No, I can't have this child, I can't have..."

Wei Yaoqi's deep eyes became cold, Ming Yu actually wanted to kill the child, is it as painful as his child?

He couldn't help laughing at himself. During the past half month, he ran back and forth in the palace and temples. At first he thought that Ming Yu had some feelings for him, but he didn't expect that it was all wishful thinking.

Asked softly, "Ming Yu, do you really don't want to keep this child?"

Lan Mingyu said without thinking, "I don't want to."