Am I a scumbag?

The noise, the footsteps, the humming of the ears.

There is a faint herbal fragrance in the smell of blood.After the imperial doctor came, he took Zhuang Qingqu's pulse for a long time.

"Your Majesty, King Lan's illness is probably caused by... long-term stagnation in the heart and emotional stagnation."

A dead silence.

Zhuang Qingqu had a splitting headache and couldn't open his eyes, but he couldn't help cursing in his heart - what nonsense is this imperial doctor talking about?When did anyone get depressed!

He wanted to refute, but his chest hurt sharply, and he took a mouthful of fishy sweetness.

"Qing Qu!"

He gritted his teeth hard to swallow the remaining blood.Ah Zhao, no, don't listen to his nonsense.

Imperial Physician: "The lower official first prescribes a few medicines for Lan Wang to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the yuan. But the medicine can only regulate Qi and blood for a while. In the end, you can't rely on the medicine when you get sick due to stagnation. You need to relax and release it slowly in the future to get better."

Yan Yuliang: "Okay, I'm sorry for the trouble."

In a drowsy state, the blood stains around her pale lips were carefully wiped away with a soft silk handkerchief.

There is a burst of warmth in the hands and arms, and I don't know how many small heaters have been stuffed into the quilt.

Fu Ling's voice sounded unreal from a distance: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Lord Lan's health is worse than usual after taking the medicine these few days, maybe it's because of the tiredness of the whole day..."

Yan Yuliang: "Fu Ling, don't talk to me yet."

"You first...let me think about it."

It was silent for a while.

a long time.

"I originally thought that these days, Qingqing and I would write memorials together, play in the snow, go to the city tower at the Huachao Festival, meet with the officials, and sleep in each other's arms every night. Even if he wasn't overjoyed, at least he was at ease."

"But I don't know it's because of depression in my heart."

"It shows how self-righteous I am every day."

Fu Ling persuaded: "Your Majesty, please don't think so. Master Lan is usually duplicity and thoughtful, Your Majesty is broad-minded, don't get angry with him."

The sound gradually faded away.

When sinking into the darkness, what Zhuang Qingqu thought was that it was enough for the imperial doctor to talk nonsense, but Fu Ling would also talk nonsense.

Whoever says something is wrong, whoever is depressed.

Ah Zhao don't believe it.No, neither.

In the dream, a lamp is like a bean.

Dreaming back to Dianjiang Palace for a while, the dim palace was very cold, and what echoed in it was Zhuang Qingqu's hoarse voice.

"Fuling, you...a bystander knows, do you think I am still wishful thinking and deceiving myself and others?"

Fu Ling: "Lord Lan! Where do you start? Now, your majesty is always feeling sorry for Lord Lan and caring about Lord Lan. Don't worry about Lord Lan. Your Majesty has changed a lot from before."

"Azhao just forgot, not changed."

"..."

"It's better to say that nothing has changed. How long has he been awake? In less than a month, I can no longer lie to him, fight him, or lock him up."

Fu Ling: "It's not that the master can't, it's just that he doesn't want to."

"I've thought about it! I don't know how many times...I thought about breaking off his wings, cutting out his bones, and locking him up for the rest of his life! Let him never see anyone else in his eyes, only me!"

"..."

"The master is reluctant, so why bother to say such cruel words."

"Master, in fact, this slave asked Yunfei Ying'er a few days ago that the iolite pendant that the master is wearing now was found by His Majesty from the hidden compartment of the dragon bed."

"It means that before His Majesty lost his memory, he always kept the master's things close to him."

"That time in Northern Xinjiang, he even sacrificed his life to rush into the siege to save the master."

"It can be seen from this that His Majesty did not treat his master with a heart of stone before, so why should the master..."

"..."

The dream was gone, Zhuang Qingqu was still dizzy and couldn't open his eyes.

It was very cold, but there was something very warm around him. He couldn't lift his arms, so he could only try his best to get close to the warmth.

Immediately, someone hugged him tightly and wrapped him into a hot embrace.

Fu Ling's voice was far away: "Your Majesty, Master Xi said that the leader of the Jiang Xia rebellion has been taken into the capital at noon today, waiting for His Majesty to send him down."

The person holding him said "hmm": "I see, let Dali Temple interrogate first."

"I want to accompany Qing Qu, Qing Qu is more important."

……

The heart slowly seemed to be filled with something soft, and Zhuang Qingqu fell into a deep sleep again.

This time, the scene in the dream was finally no longer gloomy, and gradually became clearer.

For a while, it was a stupid parrot croaking, for a while it was the sleeping face of a loved one in the warm quilt, for a while it was a small orange by the hot spring under the wind lamp, and for a while it was a red body at the Flower Festival.

It's the paws of the sweetheart jumping up and down to test, it's the scheming smile of the mandarin duck with bright eyes and shy face, it's the unconcerned reliance and warm hands.It's countless kisses and hugs and something that was never asked for.

The last scene of the dream, but back to the boyhood.

The second prince smiled brightly under the scorching sun, pinching his cheeks into a bun with both hands.

"Xiao Zhuang, you kid, at such a young age, why do you like to be horny all day long?"

Zhuang Qingqu was aloof and indifferent when he was a child, and he was the last thing anyone liked to touch him.Everyone else knew this truth, only the second prince owed him a hand, and he was so angry that he squeaked and screamed all day long.

But then the man really let go, and his tears almost fell out again.

Who has got into a dead end, no.

It's obviously you, who started chaotically and ended up abandoning.

……

Lan Wang was dreaming randomly.Yan Yuliang, however, was thinking quickly and seriously.

one day one Night.

Emperor Jin Yu has already gone through a series of mental journeys such as shock, distress, self-blame, and introspection, and he is back on his feet again.

Misfortune and fortune depend on.

Although it is uncomfortable, there are good things about this kind of incident.

Do not break or stand.

Who is King Lan who has always been duplicity and refusing to admit it, so that he can only "moisten things in silence", and he can't even try to coax others.

Now, finally, you can do whatever you want.

It's just that there is a new dilemma right now--if you don't completely say that Kailan Wang's depression cannot be solved.But if you really want to talk about it, I'm afraid that what you knocked out is the dignity that Zhuang Qingqu worked so hard to maintain.

Yan Yuliang thought about it for a while.

Ask yourself if you change yourself, can you be like King Lan.

He could have the power to do whatever he wants, and take anyone as his own, but he wants to put all his eggs in one basket and let him be free.

Is there really such a fool in the world who spends all his wealth and life just to bet on his sincerity.

The bet is still the sincerity of an emperor.

Everyone knows that there are no honest people in the "Ming Jun" in this world, and everyone is a top liar and a showman.

So how can you not be afraid.

How can you not be bored and depressed.

Once it is entrusted to someone who is not human, it will be a complete failure and eternal doom.At that time, it's not just the clank and pride that will be broken.

The history books of all generations will still laugh at his innocence and stupidity over and over again.

Yan Yuliang's heart ached for a while.

……

When Zhuang Qingqu woke up again, he finally regained some energy and could eat porridge and medicine.

Yan Yuliang helped him to sit up, and wanted to serve him seriously, but found that he was really handicapped. At first glance, he looked like a pampered and pampered dog emperor who had never taken care of anyone.

The spoon was uneven and kept shaking after feeding a medicine.

Because he didn't sleep all night, his eyes were a little bloodshot, and he looked trembling and miserable.

Lan Wang's voice was slightly hoarse: "A Zhao."

Yan Yuliang: "Eat quickly, while it's hot."

King Lan ate it, and Yan Yuliang stuffed him with pine nut candy.

At the entrance of the candy, King Lan: "Azhao, I'm fine, don't worry."

"He said it was fine. Do you know how much blood you have vomited these days?"

"I'm just tired, just rest for a few more days..."

"Qingqing, I actually remember Chang Xun."

"..."

"Although I don't remember everything, I do remember some of it. I was really trying to trick you when I asked you earlier. Since you see through and are angry with me, you might as well explain it clearly to me. Why do you hold back?"

Lan Wang was silent for a moment.

"Azhao, I never..."

Yan Yuliang interrupted him: "There were many things in the past that I only remembered but didn't say. Qingqing, I know that everything you are doing now is entrusting your wealth and life to me, and I will never let you down! "

"But I also know that Qingqing still doesn't fully believe in my intentions, and thinks that I have selfish intentions and flattery."

"Azhao, I..."

"I also know that you are sick, Qing Qu, and you have been poisoned by Qianji poison."

The gaze that was gentle a moment ago suddenly turned cold.

Suddenly dead silence.Lan Wang's pale fingertips trembled slightly, and he pinched hard into the quilt: "Who is it?"

"Who said it? Fuling?"

"You bastard, who allowed you and Ah Zhao—" He was so angry that he lost his mind, and almost grabbed the medicine bowl and threw it at Fuling.

Yan Yuliang: "It's not about Fuling, the Qianji Gu was mentioned by Xi Xingjian inadvertently, and I guessed it myself after seeing traces on Qing Qu's body."

"It's hard for you to cover up and follow me to keep warm and refuse to take off your clothes."

Zhuang Qingqu gritted his teeth: "No..."

"No, what kind of medicine does Qing Qu take on the [-]th of every month? How long are you going to be so hard-spoken and duplicity that you want me to take off your clothes on the spot?"

As he spoke, he simply stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

King Lan fended him off, gritted his teeth in shame and hatred, his shallow pupils were like sharp knives scorching fire.

He was fierce, and Yan Yuliang was even more fierce. He simply took off the red ring on his fingertip and waved it in front of his eyes: "I want to change my heart. If Qing Qu really doesn't want to, you might as well take this back."

"Yan Zhao you!" King Lan's chest was churning, and he coughed again.

Yan Yuliang stretched out his hand to hold his throbbing chest: "Qing, Qingqing might as well continue to be angry."

"It is also a skill to be able to get yourself so angry that you are stagnant and vomited so much blood."

"But there is one thing I really don't understand, and I hope King Lan can enlighten me."

"Since King Lan dares to put all his eggs in one basket and refuse to send me back to court with his life, why doesn't he even dare to say a word of complaint to me?"

"Because of the past?"

"Those past events that I don't remember?"

"Then what I'm going to say next, Qingqing, listen carefully—you died yesterday! No matter how many misunderstandings and grievances there have been between you and me, you can't help yourself. If you have betrayed me, or I have betrayed you, it is already past!"

"I have forgotten, now I only know that I am the king of a country, and Qingqing is the king regent who is under one person and above ten thousand in Daxia!"

"So, the king of a country should have the generosity of the king of the country, and the regent should have the measure of the regent! Look at yourself? How can you have the dignity of a country's pillar?!"

"..."

"I used to have a little story book I liked very much, Qing Qu, you should know."

"The book about the dog emperor and the regent. The story is interesting. The only flaw is that the emperor is too stupid. When I read it, I always wonder when the emperor will be smarter and stronger."

"When will I be able to join hands with the regent and compete in the world, instead of just being virtuous and gentle in the harem for a lifetime, waving the flag and shouting."

"I've been looking for someone all along."

"It's not just me, I'm afraid that there has been such a person in the emperor's dream of the emperors of all generations."

"It doesn't have to be good-looking, nor does it need to have a prominent family background. But it must be broad-minded, kind and benevolent, understand righteousness, be courageous and strong, be able to urge the emperor to be clear when he is stupid, and be alert to his responsibility as a wise master when he is playing with things and losing his mind. Advise the emperor when he is angry, and give him faith when the emperor is hesitant and depressed."

"For the rest of my life, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with the emperor."

"Support each other and work hard so that I won't face the loneliness of thousands of miles alone, and hold hands with me to leave a name in history and glory forever."

"I will only love him and treat him well in my life."

"Qing Qu."

"I've always felt that the person I'm looking for should be you."

"..."

There was no sound for a long time.

After a while, Zhuang Qingqu heard his own voice, which was unbearably hoarse: "Azhao, do you know what you are talking about."

"Azhao has forgotten all about it. Azhao doesn't know what he is talking about at all, so he..."

"So what if you forget? Didn't you just start over if you forgot?"

"I still can't see Qing Qu in front of me if I forget it? I can't see the great general Hussar who recovered the lost land with great military exploits, and King Lan who is full of sincerity for the country and the people. I think this kind of King Lan is the one I want to work with for the rest of my life." , why remember anything?!"

"I have a good understanding with Qing Qu, so there is no need to say more."

"I just want to tell you today, what position I put you in."

"If Qingqing really wants to get stuck in the corner and cannot get out, she can continue to indulge in the past, guessing wildly all day long, and being depressed in her heart."

"But if we can look forward - I am already the Ming Lord of the Great Xia, and I am still young. In my lifetime, I will catch up with Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu in terms of territory!"

"Don't Qingqing want to be by my side, to see the picturesque prosperity and revival of this country together?"

"My King Lan is not really so stupid, he will willingly miss the best man in the past 300 years of Great Xia, the most beautiful prosperous age, the immortal achievements left in the history, and the wonderful stories that have been with me for thousands of years...?"

A gust of fragrant wind.

The rest of the words have been folded in his arms and blocked in his mouth.

Although Zhuang Qingqu was ill, his strength was still great.He gritted his teeth, and said in a low and fierce voice, "Azhao, don't move, don't move."

Yan Yuliang obediently does not move.

King Lan kissed him, opened his palm, put the red ring back on his finger, and pressed it tightly.

Yan Yuliang let herself be bitten and kissed.

"..."

After kissing for a long time, the emperor's lips became swollen again.

But Lan Wang's perfect thin lips remained unchanged except for his slightly pale complexion and slight panting.

This is why.

Wasn't the kiss just now between two people?Why is he the only one swollen? ? ?Yan Yuliang was very puzzled.

Alas, forget it, people are more popular than people.

This is the gap between an ordinary good-looking man and a stunning beauty.

After a crazy pass, the emperor's clothes were in a mess.Obviously it was Lan Wang Yitong who rubbed it, but he looked away like a gentleman.It's just that the eyes are bright and transparent, after all, they are different from before.

Yan Yuliang: "Qing Qu, cough, I just thought about it carefully."

"Joining the country with you, I still make money."

"After all, I originally thought that if there is really someone with excellent character who can accompany me for the rest of my life, there is nothing wrong with being ugly. But Qingqing not only has outstanding achievements in both civil and martial arts, but is also a stunning beauty. Hey, I am really a foolish and wise king of all ages. There is everything there is.”

"..."

"To shut up."

The emperor couldn't spit out ivory, Yan Yuliang obediently shut up.

……

Early the next morning.

Lan Wang's spirit has improved a lot, but Yan Yuliang still helped him to report his illness, and he was not allowed to go to the morning court.

"Nurture it again, be good, and raise it again to heal quickly."

He pinched King Lan's cheek, not aware that it was a childhood habit.

Lan Wang froze, slightly at a loss, took a booklet from the table and frowned.

The emperor picked up the porridge and blew on it to feed him.

Harmonious and beautiful, caring.Yunfei Yinger silently looked at her nose, nose and heart, pretending not to see it.

What can they see?Not to mention the scene where the regent reads the scriptures and the emperor feeds from the side. It looks warm, but it is so weird when you think about it.

Just talk about the sweetness of this early morning!well.One sickness after another, a minor illness is better than a newlywed.

A bowl of porridge was almost finished, Yan Yuliang dawdled for a while and couldn't hold back: "Qingqing, I'm going to ask you something again, I've been thinking about this for a long time but still don't know how to ask, so I'll just cut to the chase."

"Back then... Was the death of the old general Zhuang Xinhuo related to me?"

King Lan almost choked on a mouthful of porridge.

He coughed for a long time before he finally eased up, frowning in disbelief and distaste at Yan Yuliang, like looking at a fool.

Yan Yuliang felt that this question had to be asked.

Zhuang Xinhuo happened in the second year of Jinyu, and he was the ultimate beneficiary, and he also knew how stupid he was.

How can you not doubt yourself?

What's more, what kind of unresolvable grievances and grievances between him and King Lan could be suppressed until he vomited blood, he thought that Dingtian would be nothing more than revenge for killing his father.It can't be any bigger.

It is impossible to have national hatred on top of family feud. Where can the emperor and regent of a country have national hatred?

Zhuang Qingqu had an absurd face, angry and funny.

"Azhao knows that there will be no national hatred. I, a loyal family of the Zhuang family, were all ambushed and killed by the Beimo cavalry outside the pass. Is it possible that you, the majestic king of a country, wanted to betray the country and seek glory, and asked the foreigners from the Beimo to slaughter me?" Xia Zhonglie?"

This makes sense, and I'm speechless.

"Then Xiaozhuang, you were the only one in your family back then, aren't you...very, very sad."

"Did I pick you up and comfort you?"

"No matter how hard-hearted I am, I won't ignore you, right? Do you want to hug me?"

"..."

Zhuang Qingqu asked for that hug.

The light in the eyes flickered, flashing unbearable memories, but hugging the person in his arms tightly.

"Azhao would just think about it. Azhao has always loved me the most, so how could he ignore it? At that time, I was seriously injured and unconscious, and Azhao still knelt in the Tai Temple to pray for me, and poured his heart and soul for me for seven days."

Yan Yuliang: "Heart, heart blood?"

"Well, I was coaxed by Xun Chang's bastard fox. The fox pretends to be a ghost, but if he is sincere, he will be wise. This matter is a long story, and I will talk to Ah Zhao slowly in the future."

"Azhao, I'm actually very boring. I don't know how to talk about many things. But if Azhao wants to know..."

"You can ask."

"I won't dislike Ah Zhao, I will tell you well."

Yan Yuliang: "Okay."

Early in the morning, Chuwei Palace was completely rainy and sunny.

Outside Huadu City, there were waves of horses and horses raising dust, and two groups of people also entered the capital one after the other.

The former is Su Xu, the commander of Wuyiwei, who has just returned from Beimo.Brought the latest secret report from Beimo.

The latter was Xun Chang who returned to Beijing with a transfer order from Helan Hongzhu, and also brought the latest secret report from Beimo.