National teacher, he is a sick beauty

Ceremony of worshiping heaven...

Chu Lang reminded him that there is still one month before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, so he must leave the capital within one month.

Shen Ci turned around and said: "One month later, the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is a good day for offering sacrifices."

"Okay," Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci, staring at him closely, as if he was afraid that he would run away, "Since Mr. is a national teacher, then I will leave it to Mr. to take care of many matters of the ceremony."

Shen Ci's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Chunwei will be in two days. There just happens to be a vacancy at the Ministry of Rites, and one or two positions can be filled. Let the Ministry of Rites handle the ceremony?"

If he still took over the arrangements for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, it would be even more difficult for him to leave Beijing.

Chu Lang raised his eyebrows, looked at Shen Ci with a little scrutiny, and slowly approached Shen Ci: "This is the first time, sir, to refuse my will."

If Shen Ci didn't participate in the preparation of the ceremony, wouldn't it be different from his previous life?

But it doesn't matter, he won't let Shen Ci die, at least not yet.

Shen Ci stood where he was, and said in a low voice: "It's the minister who has overstepped the rules. It's just that the minister has been in charge of the affairs of the spring, so the matter of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven should be handed over to the Ministry of Rites. , don’t be too biased.”

Hearing this, Chu Lang stopped three steps away from Shen Ci, and chuckled lightly: "The matter of the harem... My harem, sir, do you want to teach me how to manage it?"

Shen Ci lowered his eyes: "It's the minister who talked too much."

Chu Lang shook his head, and pulled Shen Ci to walk in: "Although the harem is still empty, there will be some in the future. It's okay for you to start teaching now, sir."

Shen Ci followed the little emperor and walked inside. He turned his head and glanced outside the door. The guards were guarding the left and right. Without Chu Lang's order, he could not leave at all. Chu Lang was determined to keep him.

Shen Ci was led by Chu Lang to the desk. Before he could react, he was pressed by Chu Lang and sat on a chair. In front of him was the golden seal of the Son of Heaven that Chu Lang had placed casually just now.

Shen Ci pretended to be panicked: "Your Majesty, this is unreasonable..."

Who knows that Chu Lang held him down and refused to let him get up, and even said with an aggrieved face, "Sir, you are not as close to me as you used to be."

Shen Ci looked at the little emperor acting coquettishly, a little unnatural, after the emperor and the crown, he rarely showed such an expression in front of him: "Your Majesty is a king, and a minister is a minister, so you shouldn't be close, your majesty needs..."

"You need to keep a distance from your subjects in order to establish the prestige of the Son of Heaven," Chu Lang accepted Shen Ci's words, "I know it all, but before that, the master tied my hair and dressed me, held my hand to teach I read and practice calligraphy."

Shen Ci was slightly stunned: "Your Majesty... this is all about your childhood."

Chu Lang was puzzled: "I could get close when I was a child, but now I can't? Should the emperor be a loner?"

Shen Ci didn't know what the little emperor was going crazy with today, so he suddenly played emotional cards with him, so he had to say: "You will marry the queen in the future, the queen is your relative, and the minister is an outsider after all."

Chu Lang stopped Shen Ci and refused to let him go: "I will be a teacher for a day and a father for life, and my husband will be my family."

Shen Ci was helpless: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, and I should go back."

Chu Lang glanced outside, it was already late at night, he smiled and said: "Sir, the gate of the palace has been locked, sir, please stay in the palace with me."

Shen Ci retreated again and again: "Then His Majesty would like to rest, and I will go to the side hall to stay overnight."

He got up to leave, but Chu Lang stopped him again: "I want to get closer to my husband, but why does my husband reject me again and again?"

Shen Ci only felt a little tickle in his throat. He turned around and looked at the pitiful little emperor who was like a puppy, his face was cold: "Does your majesty want to imprison the minister in the palace?"

Chu Lang held Shen Ci's hand for a while, and said after a while, "What did you say, sir?"

Shen Ci nodded, and walked towards the side hall, but the itching in his throat became more and more serious, and finally he couldn't help coughing.

Chu Lang quickly went around to him, and asked with concern, "Mister is sick?"

Shen Ci waved his hand, originally wanting to say that he was fine, but when Chu Langfu approached, he was entangled with the smell of ambergris, and coughed even worse. He pressed his heart, coughing violently with The invisible wound from the previous life ached together.

He was coughing so hard that he could barely catch his breath, and seemed to be hugged by someone on his knees while he was drowsy. The more intense ambergris scent lingered at the tip of his nose. He coughed and couldn't speak clearly: "Your Majesty...cough...excuse me."

Chu Lang couldn't help but hugged him into the bed behind the screen, Shen Ci struggled to get up, but was held down by Chu Lang, coughing continuously, which made him lose much strength.

"Doctor Xuan." Chu Lang said loudly to Eunuch Zhao who was waiting outside.

Chu Lang pressed Shen Ci's hand, feeling that there was not much flesh on that white hand, and his fingers were cold. He pulled the quilt aside and wrapped Shen Ci tightly: "When did you get a cough?"

Shen Ci couldn't answer his words, and when he coughed, even the pain in his heart broke out, and his face suddenly became much uglier.

Fortunately, the imperial physician rushed over quickly and took out Shen Ci's hand to diagnose his pulse.

Standing beside him, Chu Lang's eyes fell on the exposed wrist, which was so slender that it would break if folded.

This is very different from the Shen Ci in his impression. In his impression, Shen Ci was cruel and indifferent. Even when he was young, he tied his hair and dressed him, held his hand and taught him how to read and write. The expressions are the same, both are cold.

Later, when he reached the crown, Shen Ci would not always be by his side to take care of him, and the two gradually became estranged. Even later, Shen Ci delayed returning the golden seal of the emperor in an attempt to monopolize power, and the two also therefore became an enemy.

But it was undeniable from the beginning to the end, in his impression, Shen Ci has always been very strong, so powerful that he planned everything, even when he died, it was because of Shen Ci, such a powerful, terrifying person.

So now seeing Shen Ci lying weakly on the bed, with a thin body, I feel very strange.

Chu Lang's cold gaze was captured by Shen Ci, and the little emperor's murderous intentions towards him only increased. It seemed that returning the emperor's golden seal could not dispel Chu Lang's doubts.

The imperial doctor quickly let go of Shen Ci's hand after taking the pulse, as if if he stayed for a second longer, his hand would be cut off by Shen Ci's design and sent to him the next day.

Chu Lang withdrew his wandering thoughts and asked, "How is sir?"

The imperial doctor respectfully said: "Your Majesty, the Master of the State Teacher just suffered from the wind and cold, and he was a little... weak. After the cold air entered the body, he contracted a cough. I prescribe a prescription, and it will be cured after taking it for seven days."

Chu Lang nodded: "Go."

The imperial doctor hurriedly resigned, Chu Lang walked to the side of the bed, his expression still caring, he took Shen Ci's hand and put it under the quilt: "Sir, let's lie down here today."

Shen Ci finally relieved a little, and the pain in his heart also weakened a lot, he hurriedly got up slightly: "It's not right, I'm lying on the dragon couch, it's not reasonable, Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, you need to be careful in every move you make."

Don't be afraid, does the person on the side of the couch have murderous intentions?

Hearing this, Chu Lang chuckled lightly, turned on the bed neatly, embraced Shen Ci and fell asleep together: "Sir, I was sick when I was young, and you often slept beside me, why is it not possible now? "

Shen Ci was pulled into Chu Lang's arms, and his whole body tensed up immediately: "Your Majesty, you were still young at that time, and you were not the Son of Heaven. It is the duty of a minister to take care of you."

Chu Lang nodded: "The emperor also has to be grateful. Now that my husband is sick, it is only natural for me to take care of you."

"No, Junchen..." Before Shen Ci finished speaking, his eyes were blindfolded, and only Chu Lang's soft voice could be heard in his ears, "Sir, the medicine will take a long time to heal, go to sleep first, you tired."

Like a soothing lullaby, Shen Cizhen just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chu Lang glanced at the hollow carved incense burner next to the window, his gaze was deep.

He deliberately didn't kill the ambergris today, but ordered it to be more intense. Shen Ci didn't like the smell and would feel a little uncomfortable after smelling it, but he didn't expect such a strong reaction.

However, Shen Ci should have noticed the difference today, but he didn't propose to kill Ambergris, and now he is still sleeping so calmly beside him, without any precautions, does he really feel that he dare not kill him?

Chu Lang couldn't figure out the doubts in his heart until the imperial physician brought in the decocted medicine.

Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci who had calmed down and stopped coughing, and decided not to wake him up yet.

Because of the cough just now, Shen Ci is now curled up in his arms.Like a fox sleeping peacefully with its tail crossed and wounded, it is lazy and pitiful.

Chu Lang couldn't help staring at him for a long time. It seems that such a person made Lin Yu and Gu Qing betray themselves for him. It seems that it is not unreasonable...

Shen Ci didn't sleep well, and woke up before dawn. When he woke up, he was still held in the arms of the emperor and couldn't move. For fear of waking up Chu Lang.

Shen Ci hesitated for a while, but decided to get out of the little emperor's arms first. It was not appropriate for him to sleep on the dragon couch by a courtier.

After he gently moved Chu Lang's arm away, he was about to get out of the quilt when he was grabbed by Chu Lang again. He staggered, but returned to the original place, and almost hit the emperor.

Only Chu Lang said bitterly: "Why did you betray me?! I trust you so much!"

Shen Ci didn't know what he was talking about, he thought he was a nightmare, and was about to wake him up, but the man rolled over and held him down, strangled his neck with one hand, the strength was so great that he almost first separated.

Shen Ci quickly grabbed his hand, but couldn't even utter a word.

Although Chu Lang had his eyes closed at this moment, he exuded an invisible coercion, which Shen Ci had never seen before, like a claw stretched out from one end, showing sharp teeth, intending to bite the prey wolf to death, but also failed. sanity.

"Even you betrayed me? That's right... that's right, Shen Ci is just a fox who came to mess with me!"