in the name of calamity

Qingyun can be regarded as his first friend after coming here, even though Ning'er is also, but in terms of class concept, I'm afraid he can't really become friends.

But he can take it for his own use, how can he still think about it now, his body is not very good, he was kicked again, and he has been lying in bed for three days.

He has been in a daze, and when he really wakes up, there is another day of sunset outside the window

"Master..." Hearing Ning Er's happy voice, he wanted to answer, but when he saw the bowl in Ning Er's hand, he shut up immediately.

"Young master, you finally woke up, you scared the slave to death..." Seeing the young master's uneasy expression, he swallowed back the word "servant" abruptly, and the young master forbade himself to call himself a slave since he woke up.

"Young master, you drink the medicine first, slave, I'll get the porridge."

"Let's put it away for now." Drinking medicine, drinking medicine, has become a medicine jar.

"Why, are you disobedient?" Just as Ning'er was about to refute, a joking voice came, and then Yue saw the person walking into the door.

Instinctively look at the appearance, um, to be honest, the rigid outline, the evil smile, full of confidence, and the golden color of the whole body have stopped for a while, the annoying royal family.

"Did you see that this king is dumbfounded?" Walking to the bed, before Yue could react, he was already hugged in a big embrace. "You've lost a lot of weight, haven't you eaten?" These words were addressed to Ning'er.

Ning'er knelt down and said, "Report to the lord, the son is sick."

"What?" He raised his eyebrows, "It's been so long and you still haven't seen each other? How do you serve me?"

"My lord, please spare me!" Ning'er kowtowed.

"Have you taken the medicine?" He asked softly to the person in his arms.

Yue absolutely didn't want to talk to him, Ning'er immediately replied, "Not yet, the servant just brought it in."

"It's slightly hot, come, clean, drink the medicine." The prince personally brought the medicine to the man in his arms, but he glanced away and smiled faintly.

What a nasty medicine, the nasty prince, just as he was thinking about it, his face was pulled away, and then there was a soft thing attached to his lips, and a trace of liquid flowed into his mouth. When he reacted, Yue coughed violently, damn it.

He glared bitterly at the prince who was still smiling, and gave the medicine mouth to mouth, thanks to him being able to figure it out.It's just that because of illness, this glance doesn't have much power at all, instead it looks like a baby.

It's been a long time since King Hao touched the person in front of him. Under the half-angry and half-coquettish eyes, he pulled him over violently, and kissed him hard.

"Let go... let go..." Yue shouted feebly, damn it, he's still sick, does this bullshit prince want the overlord to force his bow?

When the person in his arms was out of breath, let him go, because the kiss just now made Jing's pale face a little reddish, really beautiful and delicious.

"What are you still doing here?" Waved to Ning'er, Ning'er sympathized but looked at Young Master Yan helplessly, and retreated.

Don't go, who will take care of this kind of horse when you go?Yue sighed in his heart, with his current ability and physical strength, it was absolutely impossible to stop this filthy prince.

Is he really going to lose his virginity?When she was secretly sad, King Hao had already walked down Xiulong's neck.

"My lord... my lord..." Pushing him away with great effort took a lot of strength.

"Huh?" It's a good thing to be interrupted, but it's not good, squinting at the perfect face under him.

"I'm afraid I'll let you down." There's no other way at the moment, so I have to bow my head to the evil forces, otherwise I won't be able to protect myself, and if I do, I'm afraid I'll die.

Gently kissing his hair, seeing how weak he was, King Hao resisted the impulse and let him go.

He sighed heavily in his heart, even though he was let go, the harassment still continued, Yue didn't have the strength to knock off the pig's hand, but it was better than being eaten clean.

Unable to fight back, he had no choice but to comfort himself. Thinking of this, he fell asleep again in a daze.

When I got up again, I didn't realize that another day had passed, and the annoying prince had already left.After eating something, Ning'er thoughtfully asked if he wanted to go out for a walk, he thought so, since he hadn't gone out for so long, he nodded.

Ning'er carefully supported him to walk forward, the building was beautiful and beautiful, and it turned around a thousand times, but there was nothing unusual about the layout of all rich people's houses.

But if it is replaced a hundred years later, everything will be an antique.

"My lord, I look much better today." Ning'er said while supporting me, "It's all thanks to the good medicine sent by the prince."

Lengheng, isn't it the culprit?But on the surface, he still has a flat expression. Yes, he is not capable now, and his health is not very good, so he should take care of him quietly.

Behind the Junliu Courtyard where he lived, there was a large plum grove. It was the time when it was in full bloom.

The wind blows, as if you are in a sea of ​​flowers, reach out to catch the falling pink, suddenly think of such a poem

The road is full of fragrance, and the snow is floating in the sea

The plum blossoms are still there, where can I find them in the sea of ​​snow

"My lord, this poem is so beautiful." Ning'er sighed, and she chanted unconsciously, whether the fate can be changed after all, but so what, sighing is still the feeling of parting.

"Young master..." Ning'er wanted to ask what's wrong, but saw the young master closed his eyes. At that moment, the young master was standing in the sea of ​​snow, his white clothes were floating, and the shadows were sparse and elegant, as if he was like a fairy from the sky, unreachable , That picture is so beautiful that people can't bear to break it.

This volume of beautiful pictures made King Hao and the other two people who came to see the plum forest stand together, and he was even more impressed when he heard his clear and soft poems.

No one would interrupt at all, but there are always some people who have time to relax.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Mr. Jing."