Am I a scumbag?

Lan Wang's fingers didn't have any warmth.

It's too cold, it's so cold that Yan Yuliang, who pretended to be asleep, was shocked, and his ability to pretend to sleep was completely broken.

Emperor Jin Yu: Danger!

Man is a sword, I am a fish, and I have no way to survive, but I have met a master who is like the king of Hades.

Bite the bullet and open your eyes.Unexpectedly, amidst the candlelight, a pair of blood-red eyes were directly in sight.

"..."

Yan Yuliang fell asleep for three whole days after vomiting blood and passed out, and King Lan took care of him without sleep during these three days.

Facts have proved that even the most beautiful people in the world cannot withstand such a toss.

King Lan's appearance was too exhausted to look at.

Not only is his face black and blue like a serious illness, but his face is also pale like a ghost, even the thin lips that were originally beautiful have been completely dry and cracked.

No wonder the eunuch in red was always in a hurry to persuade him to take more rest, he was indeed a little too haggard.Yan Yuliang was thinking this, when the ghostly pale King Lan suddenly bent down.

There was a burst of overwhelming fragrance, Yan Yuliang lay flat and stiff.

"Azhao."

It's over, I'm dead.

"Azhao," he asked him, "is there any discomfort in your body?"

Yan Yuliang: "...Uh, huh?"

"But is there any discomfort, is there any pain?"

Yan Yuliang: "..."

Xu Shi's light-colored eyes were bloodshot, and it was a bit scary to be so close.Or perhaps it was Lan Wang who was concerned with words, while his cold hand was still strangling him tightly around his neck.

It was really hard for Yan Yuliang to adapt to the sudden gentleness in that tone for a while.

Under the faint candlelight, King Lan's pupils were clear and light, suppressing some emotions.

After a while, the cold hand left Yan Yuliang's neck silently, and only gently touched the temperature of his forehead.

Yan Yuliang: "..."

Uh, why did this person suddenly show kindness and stop pinching him?

Buildings of flames.

Lan Wang's slightly tired light-colored eyes no longer saw the ferocity and madness of a few days ago.

He lowered his eyes for a while, but didn't speak.

After a while, he leaned over, carefully hugged the emperor and half sat up, took out a bowl of still hot sweet porridge from the heating pot beside him, scooped up a sip and blew it to his mouth.

Yan Yuliang: "..."

King Lan: "..."

Yan Yuliang: "..."

The emperor didn't move, his handsome face was in a daze.Lan Wang's hand was frozen in mid-air, and a hint of anger gradually appeared in his eyes, he gritted his teeth: "Eat!"

A word of weight.

Yan Yuliang didn't hesitate any longer, and swallowed the porridge in one gulp.

Just eat it, what are you afraid of?Lan Wang wanted to kill him, he would have killed him long ago, so he wouldn't go out of his way to save him and then poison the porridge, right?

Mmmm, incense!

Yan Yuliang had been lying in bed for two months, and was already starving.

The jasper japonica rice porridge has distinct grains, with a little bit of dried osmanthus floating in it. Although the taste is light, it is very fragrant and delicious.

Coupled with the fact that the person who feeds the food grows up and eats again, he feels like he can eat another half a bowl when his mood brightens!

The mood is bright... Yan Yuliang secretly admires his big heart while eating.

The dignified emperor wakes up with amnesia, vomits blood, passes out, has a bleak future, is almost strangled and hacked to death by rebellious officials and thieves, and his eyes are smeared from beginning to end. Isn't this ordinary person crying a lot?

And he was actually able to be free from worry, fear, and gloom.

He was still eating happily, and while eating, he was seriously admiring the beauty and slender fingers of Ni Chen who fed the meal.

So bold.

He was definitely a talent before his fucking amnesia!

But then again, maybe he can't be blamed for his lust and insanity.

Because, even if the future is uncertain due to amnesia and injury, but being able to be taken care of by such a beautiful person, is there any reason for being in a bad mood?

As for the beauty who is unpredictable, has a bad temper, is vicious, and draws a knife at every turn.

In other words, the requirements for being a human being should not be too high.

People are so good-looking, it is reasonable to be a little bit arrogant.Um.

Faint king.

Such a typical dog faint thinking.

Yan Yuliang: Alas.

But it's okay, don't panic.

Look at those foolish lords in history, they were all able to do the sacrament of love for a lot of money to buy a laugh, play with the lords, and even hand over the country!

What kind of self-cultivation do they have?He is still far from the top fool.

A bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out.

King Lan probably didn't expect him to be so edible and delicious.

At first, he fed him with a slightly stiff and sullen face, but he slowly fed him. Seeing how he was gobbling it, there was a clear light in his light-colored eyes, and a little softness gradually appeared on his frozen face. .

After finishing the porridge, King Lan put down the bowl: "Change the medicine."

Yan Yuliang: "Oh."

"Take off."

Yan Yuliang stretched out his hands.

"..."

"Take it off yourself!" In the light-colored eyes, she couldn't help being disgusted and irritable.

Take it off by yourself.The emperor would open his mouth and stretch out his hand at dinner, but he actually had to take it off by himself.

Alas, I can't get my hands off, I am worried, I have touched the wound, it hurts.

The emperor whimpered, and finally took off his obscene clothes.

After taking off, he secretly counted the scars all over his body, and found that the injuries were worse than imagined.There are really many injuries on his body, and they are really deep. There is almost no good place in his body.

But this is too exaggerated.

I feel like I have been hacked by a knife, hacked by an axe, and even shot into a hedgehog by an arrow!

The medicine is cool and fragrant.

Lan Wang moved gently throughout the dressing change, always paying attention not to hurt him, only being careless when he got the forehead gauze at the end.

Yan Yuliang: "Hiss——"

Cold fingers immediately ironed it gently.

"The imperial doctor said that Ah Zhao couldn't remember anything because he fell here."

"..."

Yan Yuliang: "Cough, um, speaking of Ai Qing, how could I be so careless that I fell on my head and got so many injuries?"

The majestic king of a country lives in the Jiuzhong Palace.A lot of palace guards around him waited on him carefully.

Ordinarily, it is unreasonable to be injured so severely.

"..."

"..."

After a while, King Lan lowered his eyes: "It's all because of my negligence."

"In the winter of October last year, I led the Wutong army to fight the northern border of the Beimo Army and achieved a great victory, recovering the lost land of Yanyun. Thanks to His Majesty's grace, I drove all the way to the border to condolences to the labor army. But because I underestimated the enemy for a while, I was greedy for merit Falling into an ambush, Azhao was injured by the Northern Desert bandits in the chaos."

This……

If this is the case, it makes sense.

Yan Yuliang also noticed that this was the first time that King Lan called himself a "subject" instead of "I" in front of him, the emperor.

It didn't help.

To be a minister is to be a minister, but people still touch and hug him as much as he wants, the real dragon emperor, and he is never willing to leave his skin with his fingertips for a change of medicine.

Alas, the promised emperor is majestic, so the dragon's claws and beards can't touch it at will?

Just as he was thinking, another burst of cold fragrance hit his face.

Sure enough, the touch of fingertips was not enough to satisfy the power minister King Lan, and he, the fake dragon emperor, was grabbed again.

King Lan hunched over his waist and buried his head in his shoulder:

"it's all my fault."

"At that time, Ah Zhao was clearly right in front of my eyes, but I failed to protect you well."

"It's all my fault for causing you to be injured so badly."

"..."

Lan Wang silently hugged him for a long time before letting him go, with shame in his light eyes.

"Azhao, a few days ago I... lost my temper for a while, and it scared you, right?"

"..."

"But Azhao, you don't know that you have been lying in bed for more than two months, and you have been refusing to wake up. Many people say, that you may never wake up again."

"But I don't believe it. I've been waiting for you, and I've been waiting and waiting."

"You finally woke up, but you said you don't remember anything. You forgot about me. Ah Zhao, I really, really..."

"..."

Dang-dang-dang-several majestic and simple bells came from a distance, it was the bell of the early five o'clock dynasty.

The sky outside the window is already fish-belly white.

King Lan stayed up all night, but a new day had begun.

The ringing of bells reminds people of their lives.

He was speechless, and finally hugged the emperor tightly reluctantly, then let go, bowed his head and straightened his sleeves.

The man was already emaciated, his eyes were bloodshot and his steps were staggering, but he seemed to be trying to force himself to take his black and gold embroidered python suit to the court to discuss matters.

The morning light was faint, and the backlight made the man's figure tall and lonely.

Yan Yuliang: "Lan Wang!"

King Lan stopped in his tracks.Even against the light, Yan Yuliang couldn't see his expression.

"Before Ah Zhao," he said hoarsely, "he never called me King Lan."

"Qing Qu."

"Azhao used to call me 'Qing Qu' or 'Qing Qing' all the time."

"..."

Qing Qu.Qing Qing.

Yan Yuliang whispered these two names several times.But can't bring back half a memory.

He really can't remember anything.

Even though King Lan's eyes are full of tenderness and sincerity, he still can't remember anything about the past between them.

Since he couldn't remember, he couldn't verify the authenticity of what King Lan said.

The bell fades away.

Before King Lan left, he called his servants to bring him a hand warmer again.After settling down for a while, he stroked his hair and said softly, "Ah Zhao, please sleep a little longer."

"The imperial doctor said that you need to rest more to recover quickly. You are obedient, and I will come back to accompany you after the court."

"..."

"Azhao."

"Ok?"

"You don't remember anything, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Yan Yuliang looked at him and shook his head.

"Okay. Then I will believe Ah Zhao. If Ah Zhao says no, then I won't."

King Lan went to court.

when - when - when -

The second time the bell rang, people suddenly left and returned.

In the early morning, the morning glow is light and the dew is heavy.

Lan Wang seemed to be suppressing some emotions, and put his cold hand into Jin Yuliang's right hand.Kneeling with her head down, her long black hair was scattered all over the ground, half of it fell into the shadows.

Although his fingers are slender and beautiful, there are actually many thick calluses in his palms, which are left behind by him with weapons from years of fighting, and there is a kind of rough gentleness.

Just clasping Yan Yuliang's ten fingers and sticking them to his cheeks.

The underside of the drooping eyes and brows was full of uncontrollable light and pain, and he took off a blood-red ring on his right index finger, and put it tightly on the emperor's finger.

"Azhao, you...don't lie to me again this time." He whispered.

"This is really the last time."

"If you let me know that you lied to me again, Ah Zhao, don't blame me—"

The back of the hand hurt slightly.

King Lan kissed the emperor's ring-wearing finger, and bit down from the side of the ring with the tip of his teeth, leaving a small tooth mark.

Ambiguity and reluctance, as if he wanted to seal the ring and the kiss on his fingertips.

……

……

King Lan went to court.

Yan Yuliang obediently closed her eyes, lying upright like a zombie.

As soon as the morning bell rang over there, the emperor here immediately opened his eyes, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed in one go.

The little guard and the little maid: "Ahhh, Your Majesty? You! Absolutely not, you can't get out of bed yet!"

Yan Yuliang ignored them at all.

He didn't even bother to look at the two useless things who were scared like cats and tigers in front of King Lan.

As Yan Yuliang expected, the servant girl is as timid as a mouse.

When King Lan was around before, he didn't dare to show his anger to King Lan, but now he doesn't dare to stop him when King Lan is not around.

In the time it took for a stick of incense, Yan Yuliang quickly finished his entire gorgeous but not too big bedroom under the futile obstruction of the servants and maids crying and grabbing the ground.

The dormitory, Chuwei Palace, was almost the same as in memory.

The mess that was smashed by King Lan a few days ago has been cleaned up long ago, and the carved beams and painted buildings in the bedroom are still brilliantly colored, and under the windows of the Dragon and Phoenix Pavilion, new gold-painted multicolored jade bottles and glazed lamps have been replaced.

Yan Yuliang walked by, his knuckle fingers slid and tapped on all kinds of brand new and moist utensil decorations.

In the lobby, the torn landscape paintings have also been replaced with new ones.

The new paintings are a few dotted ink cherry scrolls. At first glance, they are paintings by Tang Hezi, a famous painter of the former dynasty, which was collected by King Lan.

Painter Tang Hezi is said to have been romantic and deviant all his life. Although he was born in a famous family of landscape painters, he didn't like famous mountains and rivers. He only liked to paint flowers, birds, fruits and other small things that were not popular in the eyes of his family.

His "not popular" paintings were worthless in the previous dynasty, but they became famous in this dynasty because of the favor of Lan Wang, and their prices have risen.

It's also strange.Lan Wang is notoriously cold and strict, hard to get close to, but in private, he just likes the little flowers, grass, birds and things painted by Tang Hezi, and I don't know what the habit is.

I heard that there are still a lot of collections.

Now the painting of cherries with dots of ink in front of me is so vivid, and the little squirrel next to it is so naive, probably Lan Wang gritted his teeth and carefully selected the best ones from his collection to send to him.

"..."

Yan Yuliang silently squeezed her eyebrows.

By the way, what happened to him?

I can't remember a single thing that should be remembered, but I can clearly remember all the things that don't need to be remembered!

This selective amnesia, absolutely.

That's it.

After the emperor finished watching the painting, he went to the Nuan Pavilion to the west.There was a huge piece of gold and silver silk satin in the warm pavilion, and he grabbed a corner and tore it off forcefully.

There is a bright light behind the gold and silver satin.

Covered under the silk satin is a huge full-length western tribute crystal dressing mirror.

Yan Yuliang's amnesia was not complete in some aspects, but was particularly thorough in other aspects.

So much so that he doesn't even remember what he looks like.

At this moment, he should take a good look.

How handsome and unrestrained, suave and suave I look, and the jade tree facing the wind, is there in the sky or on the earth.

Only in this way can a magnificent regent have nothing to do with me, and I am so angry that I gnash my teeth, wanting to kill and slash but have to be careful.

Even if it's not the first-class suave, uncommon manner, dragon spirit and tiger fierceness, the posture of heaven and man, at least it must make people happy at first sight, like a spring breeze, right? !

Gold and silver satin fell heavily at the feet.

"……………………"

This.

=_= This mirror.

This mirror is definitely not teasing me, this mirror is probably broken.

That's it?That's it?That's it?