Emperor student

Yin Ning's journey from the capital to Saibei is like a green pine being dug out from the deep rooted ground, thousands of miles away from home, and his energy is declining.

When he was wobbled to the horse, he wasn't completely unconscious, but he seemed so tired that he couldn't open his eyes or move.He could hear Dada's hooves, and he could also hear a man calling anxiously in his ear.

The other party seemed to be furious, but it wasn't frightening. There was too much concern in his voice, which made Yin Ning feel at ease in his heart.

At first, Yin Ning couldn't hear what he was saying, but after a while the horse was not running so fast, he finally heard what the other party was yelling.

"Yin Ning, Chang'an Flower!"

What it is?Yin Ning was in a daze, and his head was suddenly involved in a series of collisions. This was completely accidental, and he fell into a complete coma before he felt the pain.

King Saibei rode his horse directly into the king's city and arrived at the gate of the sleeping hall.From the city gate to the inner courtyard of the king's city, everywhere he passed was decorated with lights and red silk, the musicians, attendants, medical officers and painters had all been waiting here for a long time, seeing him coming, everyone's eyes lit up .

He got off the horse neatly and handsomely, and accidentally knocked Yin Ning's head on the saddle. He looked at his holding hands in shock, as if he didn't realize what he had just done.

The crowd who wanted to step forward to throw red color chips and congratulate them were stunned.

The little musician who was beating the gong was standing behind the crowd, with human heads densely packed in front of him, and he didn't notice the difference in time.Seeing the commotion in the crowd, he knew that the king had returned to welcome his relatives, so he hurriedly beat the big yellow gong in his hand with a hammer according to the training he had done before.

"Bang!"

The deafening sound of the gong reverberated in the royal city for a long time, everyone from the octogenarian to the boy learning language, except for Yin Ning, who had a big bump on his forehead, probably heard it.

King Saibei held back his anger and carried Yin Ning into the palace.

"Medical Officer Sheng, come in with me!"

The crooked old man in a long robe with a long white beard and the two little medical officers behind him carrying a small wooden box hurriedly followed in.

The king of Saibei placed Yin Ning on the couch covered with a big red brocade quilt very carefully. Doctor Sheng didn't dare to delay, and he wanted to make a quick diagnosis and treatment.

"Wait a minute." Doctor Sheng felt a thump in his heart when Wang Shang stretched out his hand to stop him.The man sitting by the bed took out a silk handkerchief from the wide sleeve of the big red wedding dress, folded it in half and spread it on Yin Ning's wrist.

Doctor Sheng, who was over sixty years old, sighed inwardly. He was already very old, and he would be inhumane long ago if he said a bad word. Even so, the king still refused to let anyone touch him.

He caught the pulse and cut it carefully for a long time.

"My lord, my concubine is suffering from a lack of both heart and spleen. Alas, she lacks energy and blood, and she has been working hard for many days. Mmm, worrying and worrying..."

"Is there any serious problem?" King Saibei interrupted him impatiently.

Doctor Sheng was stunned: "My lord, what did you say?"

He was a little deaf from the loud sound of the wedding gong just now, and the buzzing in his ears still hasn't slowed down.

The young medical officer holding the small wooden box behind him hurriedly leaned on his ear and said loudly: "Yes! No! Yes! Big! No way!"

Only then did Medical Officer Sheng understand, and shook his head like a rattle: "Nothing, Your Majesty can rest assured."

He asked the little medical officer with the medicine box to come over and said: "I can prescribe a dose of decoction right now. After taking it, the princess will be alive and well within an hour."

As he spoke, he took out the small gold scale, and was about to write the prescription and dispense the medicine immediately.

"Wait." King Saibei stopped him suddenly, thinking that the old man was deaf, he shouted loudly, "Is there any! Soothing! Decoction?!"

Now Medical Officer Sheng heard clearly: "Of course there are. Your Majesty, think twice, if you take the Anshen Decoction, you may not be able to wake up until tomorrow, and you will miss the auspicious time of worship and wedding night!"

King Saibei looked at Yin Ning's sleeping face. This person was originally slender, and he couldn't eat or sleep well on the road. Now he looked really pitiful and cute.

That's it.

King Saibei thought, even if he forced Yin Ning to wake up after taking the decoction, how could he endure the whole night of spring festival, and how could he be willing to torment him.

Suppressing the desire in his heart, he clumsily took off the silver crown from Yin Ning's head, and said, "Let's make soothing soup."

Doctor Sheng retreated, and there were only two people left in Nuo Da's palace.

The wedding candles in the house were not lit, and the people who had been arranged to make trouble in the bridal chamber could only stand by on the spot. The cheerfully decorated room seemed extremely deserted.

"Yin Ning." King Saibei called softly, and patiently untied his complicated little braid wrapped with ribbons.

He thought for a while, and then called out, "Ning'er."

This Sai Bei's attire does not call him Yin Ning at all. When Yin Ning simply tied up his long hair, it was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, the most refreshing.

He took it apart for a long time, until his eyes were dazzled, and it was only half of it.Half of Yin Ning's hair, which had been removed from the braid, was curled up very coquettishly, making his face look as big as a palm, and King Saibei was fascinated by it for a while.

At this time, the soothing soup is ready.

Doctor Sheng was holding a small white jade bowl, which was full of thick black liquid, exuding an extremely bitter taste.

It smells bad.King Saibei frowned.

He stirred it with a spoon: "If Yin Ning doesn't take the decoction, when will Yin Ning wake up?"

Doctor Sheng's ears have fully recovered, and he immediately replied: "Maybe you can wake up after calling a few times, and it will take a few hours. This medicine contains the medicine of invigorating qi and strengthening yang, which is the most nourishing for the princess's body. I don't know. Your Majesty...?"

King Saibei hesitated.

He was even more timid when he was close to his hometown. Yin Ning, whom he had been thinking about for so many years, finally came into his arms, but he didn't know how to face it.

When the envoys of Emperor Daxi came to propose marriage, he was dismissive.But when his secret agent came to report and found out that the person who was about to come to marry him was Yin Ning, he changed his mind and accepted the proposal for peace.

After that, the upper and lower sides of Saibei King City worked day and night without rest, demanding perfection in all trivial matters.

The king of Saibei also studied the etiquette of the Central Plains hard, sharpened his gun before the battle, and had to personally inspect everything.

But when the person really arrived, he realized that his preparation was far from enough.

If he wakes up, what should I say first?

How should I call him, Ning'er, Yin Ning, Wangfei, it's not good.

King Saibei wanted to call his wife.

But Yin Ning is a man of seven feet, even though he is less than seven feet, he is still a man, so calling him a lady, I am afraid that he will be extra careful.

In the books I read, there is no talk about how men should call each other when they fall in love and get married.

father and son?

King Saibei frowned while thinking, and felt that this word was really not quite right.

It's better to feed him the calming soup first, let him have a good rest, and take advantage of this night to read more books, or ask others for advice.

Yin Ning is the person he puts on top of his heart, and he can't bear a word of grievance.

King Saibei made up his mind, took the white jade bowl, and asked the medical officers to wait outside.

He looked at Yin Ning's pale, blood-colored lips, his heart skipped a beat, he took out the well-placed medicine spoon from the bowl, and put it on the table next to him.

And he himself moved closer to the bowl, intending to drink a small mouthful of the soup and pass it by mouth.

Taking advantage of people's deep sleep to be frivolous is not what a gentleman does.But if you feed the medicine...that is open and aboveboard, which can be cited as a good story.

His heart beat faster and faster with this thought, and he was complacent that he could get close to Yin Ning with such a serious reason.

Yin Ning was still lying quietly, King Saibei took a deep look at him, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of soup without hesitation!

"Pfft!" He grinned his teeth in pain, and sprayed all of it on Yin Ning's face in an instant.

Is this what people drink? !

Looking back at the black concoction all over the place, King Saibei couldn't move for a while.

Yin Ning fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt a heat on his face, followed by a moist touch.

He slowly opened his eyes, enduring the lingering bitter smell of medicine at the tip of his nose, first he saw the big red curtain above his head, and then the tall and handsome man in a red wedding dress that almost blended into the background.

Yin Ning opened his mouth and couldn't help moaning.

His voice was soft, like a small paw scratching King Saibei's heart, numb and itchy.

The king of Saibei, who was strategizing above the court and killing people like hemp on the battlefield, was at a loss. He didn't know whether to wipe Yin Ning's face first or help him up first.

Yin Ning has not yet fully awakened, thinking like a child.He slowly reached into the quilt behind him, and after a long time he took out a red date with difficulty: "What is this, it's so painful."

King Saibei said heartbrokenly: "This is the precious son of Zaosheng."