Beloved by the Universe [Quick Transmigration]

Emperor Jing Zhao hugged Xingye all the way into the bedroom, just now Emperor Jing Zhao didn't pay attention to look outside, and only when he entered the bedroom did he see Xingye's cheeks were gray and white, as dirty as a little cat, and his newly made clothes had elbows and There were rips at the hem, and it was obvious that the child had fallen hard before he knew it.

Emperor Jing Zhao's eyebrows froze immediately, because he didn't know where there was a scratch on his body, so Emperor Jing Zhao didn't dare to hug too tightly: "Does it hurt?"

The child in his arms did not answer him immediately.

Xingye buried his head carefully on the side of Emperor Jing Zhao's neck, and wrapped his arms around Emperor Jing Zhao's neck. When Emperor Jing Zhao asked him if it hurt, Xingye twisted his fingers uneasily: "Father, are you not angry with me?"

Emperor Jing Zhao paused: "When did I get angry with you?"

Xingye reminded in a low voice: "That's when Father suddenly left..."

Emperor Jing Zhao recalled the inexplicable irritability that had arisen in his heart just now, even though he hadn't figured out where the irritability came from, but Emperor Jing Zhao knew very well in his heart that he was not angry with Xingye.

Emperor Jing Zhao carefully placed Xingye on the soft couch, and invited eunuchs to change Xingye's clothes.

Xingye obediently let the eunuch take him off until only his clothes remained, and then the eunuch carefully rolled up his sleeves for Xingye, only to see that Xingye's entire forearm was obviously wiped with large bruises, and there were even tiny drops of blood near his elbow Exudate and coagulate into a blood scab.

Feeling the cold gaze of Emperor Jing Zhao, Xingye shrugged and put his hands behind his back.

Emperor Jing Zhao looked down from above, his voice was cool: "What is there to cover? I have already seen it."

Xingye took out his hand silently, someone had already offered the wound medicine, the eunuch gently bowed to apply the medicine to Xingye, Emperor Jing Zhao asked, "Where else is hurt?"

Xingye shook his legs uneasily.

Emperor Jing Zhao, who was paying close attention to the starry night all the time, immediately said, "Take his pants up."

The eunuch complied, and the injury from the calf to the knee was more serious than the arm, and there was even a big opening on the lower side of the right knee that was still slowly oozing blood.

The injuries on Xingye's body are nothing compared to Emperor Jing Zhao's. He has suffered more serious injuries than this, but on Xingye's body it looks horrifying. At least Emperor Jing Zhao's heart has already unconsciously tugged.

"Why did you put yourself in such a mess?" Emperor Jing Zhao felt that Qingfeng and those hidden guards were being punished lightly, and he actually caused his little master to suffer such serious injuries.

Xingye sipped for a while, took a peek at Emperor Jing Zhao, and said honestly: "I thought Father was angry, and I chased after Father, but I didn't catch him, and accidentally fell."

Emperor Jing Zhao swallowed the blame. He reflected for a while, and felt that it was wrong for him to leave the palace banquet without saying a word. Xingye was so young, and after returning from the cold palace, he was kept in front of him all the time. There was no one around him. The person in charge took care of her, but the maids and eunuchs only knew how to be obedient and did not dare to have the slightest objection to Xingye's ideas, which was a little inappropriate.

After all, it is impossible for him to follow Xingye at any time and tell Xingye what to do.

Emperor Jing Zhao pondered for a while, only thinking that it is really necessary to find a more sensible companion to read.

For some reason, a figure suddenly flashed in Emperor Jing Zhao's mind, Qin Liangye, who was serving as a slave guard at the Forbidden Palace's guard.

Just thinking of Qin Liangye's life experience, Emperor Jing Zhao gave up the idea, too complicated people are not suitable for Xingye.

Half an hour later, the eunuch wiped Xingye's whole body carefully, applied the wound medicine, washed the face of this delicate and excessive little prince, and rubbed the grease on his face. tender starry night.

When there were only two people left, Emperor Jing Zhao was a little speechless. He sat down next to Xingye in silence, and carefully hugged Xingye into his arms. The baby in his arms was sweet and soft. Emperor Jing Zhao even slowed down his breathing, and his chin rested on the With soft black hair, Xingye thought for a while and said, "I saw Xingye's birthday gift."

"The painting is very good, I like it very much."

Emperor Jing Zhao recalled his mood at that time.At that time, his heart was full of irritability and a little bit of grievance.

When he saw the exquisitely framed painting on the table, his first reaction was that the palace servants had sent the gift to the wrong place. Emperor Jing Zhao was in a bad mood at the time, and the reprimand was already on his lips, but he quickly swallowed it when he saw the content of the painting go down.

Emperor Jing Zhao already realized who put the painting there, and he slowly approached. It is undeniable that although the painting on the table is immature, it is really well drawn. It can be seen that Xingye is indeed talented in painting .

The painting shows Emperor Jing Zhao in black clothes, holding a little Xing Ye who also wears black clothes, and beside Xing Ye is a big yellow dog, and the three of them are standing together in a yard.

Emperor Jing Zhao thought the courtyard looked familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, he remembered that it was the courtyard where he first met Xingye. Looking closely, he could see a small black spot far away. Emperor Jing Zhao thought about it carefully, and guessed that it was probably Xiao Ran.

This guess made Emperor Jing Zhao's mood inexplicably better, and it also made Emperor Jing Zhao look at the painting of Starry Night again.

This time he found more surprises, which even made Emperor Jing Zhao feel as if he had eaten his childhood favorite sweet-scented osmanthus jujube cake.

A half-open mahogany box was placed on the stone table in the painting, and a piece of paper was pressed beside the box. On the paper was a crooked line of words: Father and Emperor live forever.

The characters are very small, even blurred into a ball because they are too small. It is very difficult for Emperor Jing Zhao to recognize these characters. These characters are a bit difficult for Xing Ye. I don't know when he secretly learned to write them.

In addition, there are many small surprises, such as the crooked writing on the leaves of the big tree behind the two of them, such as Ping, An, Yong, Jiu, etc., and Emperor Jing Zhao cobbled together many auspicious words. When I was about to put it away, I saw a line of small characters written in the gap between the scrolls: Xingye likes father the most

After carefully storing the painting in the place where he usually put the tiger talisman secret order, Emperor Jing Zhao inexplicably remembered the starry night who secretly hid the secret in the early morning and smiled guiltyly at him under the quilt.

The idea of ​​letting Xingye live in another palace that had arisen vaguely before was completely forgotten by Emperor Jing Zhao.

Such a cute, well-behaved starry night who can easily hurt himself if he doesn't pay attention, how can Emperor Jing Zhao put him in a place where he can't see him at any time?

What's more, his little prince is so kind and soft-hearted, if he was bullied where he didn't pay attention, and he swallowed it because of his soft heart, Emperor Jing Zhao just thought of this possibility, and felt as if his heart was being slowly pricked by fine needles In and out.

Xingye didn't know Jing Zhaodi's complicated mood, he was already very tired at this moment, his hands and feet hurt, and what was even more uncomfortable was his stomach, as if a sharp knife had been inserted into his abdomen, and then vigorously stirred.

However, after hearing what Emperor Jing Zhao said, Xingye still cheered up and said in a brisk tone: "Does Father like it? That's good."

Originally, Xingye had prepared a lot of things to say to Emperor Jing Zhao. He wanted to say that he is still young, so he is not as rare and unique as other people’s birthday gifts to Emperor Jing Zhao. He wanted to say that he likes Emperor Jing Zhao very much. Today’s palace banquet He was also very happy, and told Emperor Jing Zhao not to be angry, but he couldn't say these things. At this moment, he just wanted to lie in bed, curl himself up, and get through the pain in his abdomen one after another.

Xingye pursed her lips and endured it for a while, feeling a little bit of strength and quickly said to Emperor Jing Zhao, "Father, I'm a little tired, can I go back to Chang'an Pavilion to sleep?"

At this time, Emperor Jing Zhao didn't know how to pamper Xing Ye. When he heard Xing Ye's words, he wanted to agree without hesitation. But when the words were about to come out, Emperor Jing Zhao paused, and turned to coax Xing Ye gently: "Today It's my father's birthday, how about sleeping with my father on a starry night?"

Xingye hesitated for a moment, he was afraid that if he slept with his father, something would be wrong.

Emperor Jing Zhao only thought that Xingye was a little awkward because he left the palace banquet without saying a word: "I was wrong this time, and I won't leave you behind in the future."

I have to admit that Emperor Jing Zhao has broken many principles with Xingye. Since he took the throne, he has hardly apologized to anyone, let alone such a soft and coaxing apology?

Emperor Jing Zhao occasionally thought about whether he was a little too nice to Xingye, but now he felt that it was all worth it.

Starry Night deserves his treatment.

There was already fine cold sweat on Xingye's back. He was afraid that if he was hugged by Emperor Jing Zhao again, he would be discovered by Emperor Jing Zhao sooner or later. He did not lift his head, but after a while, he nodded.

Just such a very light nod, Xingye has already consumed too much energy.

Emperor Jing Zhao didn't find anything wrong with Xingye at first, he only thought that Xingye was unhappy because he was left behind, and he was still thinking about how to make up for Xingye.

It wasn't until midnight that Emperor Jing Zhao woke up because of the sudden heavy rain, and found that the child sleeping with him was cold all over.

Emperor Jing Zhao was startled, turned over, and called people to come in. After the bedroom was lit up again, Emperor Jing Zhao realized that Xingye's complexion was pale and bloodless, and fine and dense sweat condensed on his forehead into large beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks. Falling.

Emperor Jing Zhao hurriedly asked people to announce the imperial physician, and the sound of rain outside the window was pounding heavily on the ground, as if it had also fallen into Emperor Jing Zhao's heart. While waiting for the imperial physician to come, Emperor Jing Zhao felt for the first time that the time had been stretched so long.

He hugged his little prince in his arms, only to realize that Xingye's lips were bitten tightly by the white teeth. Xingye must have used a lot of strength, because his lower lip had been bitten into a mess. Emperor Zhao shook his hands and wiped Xingye's lower lip lightly with his sleeve, but small drops of blood still leaked out.

Emperor Jing Zhao could only keep urging the palace servants in a hoarse voice, asking when the imperial physician would arrive.

The imperial doctor didn't come too fast, because the rain outside became more and more urgent, but Emperor Jing Zhao didn't even have the thought of being held accountable. He gently put down Xingye and stood aside, a palace official came up and put a cloak on him, He waved away the palace man and tied the cloak casually, staring intently at the starry night lying on the bed.

After diagnosing the pulse, the imperial physician put his hand on the little prince's abdomen. As expected, it was as hard as a rock. The imperial physician turned his head and cupped his hands to Emperor Jing Zhao, "Your Highness, this is overeating, which damages the spleen and stomach. Don’t be afraid of raw or cold, stagnation of qi can’t move.”

The imperial physician hesitated for a moment and then said: "Besides, your highness is still young, and there are many things that cannot be eaten."

Emperor Jing Zhao's whole body was stiff, as if struck by lightning. At this moment, the scene of the palace banquet reappeared in Emperor Jing Zhao's mind. It was his first time raising a child. Where did he pay attention to these taboos? But he didn't consider whether he could eat it.

He thought he was doing a good job, when in fact he was just feeling good about himself.

The imperial doctor prescribed the prescription and went down to watch the medicine in person. Emperor Jing Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the small ball under the quilt. He reached out and fiddled with Xingye's sweaty forehead hair. After a long time, he suddenly let out a long sigh. A little helpless: "What are you thinking?"

"It's clear that you can't eat it, why don't you say it?"

It's a pity that Xingye has fallen into a coma and cannot answer Emperor Jing Zhao.

Someone answered the question: "Because he was afraid."

Emperor Jing Zhao turned his head and saw Fu Yu who came in at some unknown time.

Fu Yu was in a bit of a panic at this time, he was always neat and meticulous, but at this time his long hair was only loosely tied behind his head with a ribbon, and because of the heavy rain outside, half of it was stuck to his back , he was still wearing the dark blue wide-sleeved Confucian shirt from the palace banquet, which was already crumpled and even the belt was crooked.

Emperor Jing Zhao looked down and heard Fu Yu calmly say, "Please ask your majesty to fetch a pair of shoes."

Fu Yu actually came barefoot.

Emperor Jing Zhao nodded, and immediately someone went to fetch shoes for Fu Yu.

Emperor Jing Zhao spoke with a hoarse voice: "What do you mean by what you said?"

Fu Yu asked someone to push him to Xingye's bed and looked at his little cousin under the blanket. Fu Yu's cold brows finally softened. He stared at his little cousin with pity and connivance in his eyes, which made his tone seem to be Softer: "Your Majesty, after the death of the former empress and the first prince, did you trust anyone from the bottom of your heart?"

Emperor Jing Zhao corrected him angrily at first: "They are your imperial grandmother and father."

What Emperor Jing Zhao hated the most was Fu Yu's appearance of staying out of it no matter what he did.

"And I am Xingye's biological father!" Xingye did not lose his closest and most dependent person.

Fu Yu ignored Emperor Jing Zhao's previous words and continued, "There is no difference between having this biological father or not."

"When he was abused by Qin Yu, his biological father wasn't around. He didn't have enough food or clothing to keep him warm. When he was taking care of himself all day long, his biological father wasn't around. Finally, someone who claimed to be his biological father rescued him from the sea of ​​suffering. In order not to lose everything This hard-won hope..." Fu Yu looked at the starry night and said softly, "I will probably try my best to be a good child."

Fu Yu finally looked away, and he looked at Emperor Jing Zhao: "Your Majesty, is my little cousin usually good?"

The hands under the sleeves of Emperor Jing Zhao clenched into fists at some point, and a slippery and cold liquid flowed out from the fingers. His eyes, which no one could see clearly in the shadows, turned slightly red at some point, facing the prostrate. Looking at Yu Yu's eyes, Emperor Jing Zhao said with some difficulty: "He has always...been a very good boy."

He is so good that sometimes Emperor Jing Zhao wonders if the child is his own. Emperor Jing Zhao remembers that he was very naughty when he was a child, but Xingye not only looks nothing like him, but also has a completely different temperament. Is it because you have always been afraid of being abandoned again?

Although he really wanted to guard his cousin, Fu Yu knew that it was impossible for him to stay in Emperor Jing Zhao's palace forever. After Xing Ye drank the medicine, Fu Yu left.However, tonight's experience made Fuyu more determined to bring Xingye back to Changxin Palace to take care of him personally.

When Xingye woke up, he was still a little dazed. He touched his stomach subconsciously, and the pain was still there, but it was not unbearable. Xingye had no memory of last night at all. He only thought that he had survived, so he quickly bent She bent her lips, feeling a little smug in her heart.

All these were brought over by the memorial early in the court to be dealt with, and Emperor Jing Zhao, who was watching the starry night nearby, took it into his eyes.

Emperor Jing Zhao felt sore again.

He remembered how Xingye wept quietly while obediently swallowing the medicine last night. At that time, Emperor Jing Zhao thought that Xingye was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it until Xingye finished drinking and mumbled something vaguely.

Emperor Jing Zhao didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked, "What are you talking about?"

The slightly conscious Xingye repeated it obediently.

Emperor Jing Zhao heard it clearly this time, and it was a very light and immature sentence: "It's so bitter..."

Do you dare not refuse when you are so bitter that you cry?That starry night who always smiles and is very happy no matter what he gets, when is he really happy?

At this time Fu Yu had already left, but Emperor Jing Zhao was not the only one left in the palace, there was also an old eunuch.

The old eunuch used to follow the former prince, but later the former prince was gone. Emperor Jing Zhao originally wanted the old eunuch to take care of Fu Yu, but Fu Yu refused. The reason turned out to be that Emperor Jing Zhao needed more care.

This reason seemed absurd to Emperor Jing Zhao, but Fu Yu insisted on not wanting it, so Emperor Jing Zhao had no choice but to accept it. The old eunuch followed Emperor Jing Zhao all the way, and now he is the head of the forbidden palace.

Perhaps it was too sad to see Emperor Jingzhao, the head of the Forbidden Palace, who had followed the first prince since he was a child, almost watched Emperor Jingzhao grow up, suddenly sighed to Emperor Jingzhao: "When I found out that your majesty had a child, the first prince was also very happy. .”

Emperor Jing Zhao suddenly remembered that he was happier knowing that Qin Yu gave birth to Lin'er's prince than his own concubine. He personally rode to the prince's mansion, leaving all the attendants behind: "My brother will really be an adult in the future. gone."

Emperor Jing Zhao, who was also a prince at the time, was very dissatisfied: "I was crowned two years ago."

The first prince looked at him with eyes that Emperor Jing Zhao didn't understand, smiled lightly and shook his head: "It's different, being a father is really different."

Emperor Jing Zhao repeated the former prince's words in a low voice: "Being a father is really different..."

His eyes were rare and somewhat confused: "Why?"

"The servant has never been a father, but the prince was a father before. Will your majesty listen to the servant?"

Emperor Jing Zhao nodded.

The Chief Inspector of the Forbidden Palace with gray sideburns recalled the former prince with a very gentle tone: "When the first prince got married, His Majesty was still a child. Maybe he didn't know that before the princess was pregnant, the former prince was no more tempered than the prince. How much better."

Emperor Jing Zhao subconsciously didn't believe it. After all, in his impression, the former prince had always been the most kind and tolerant elder brother, but at that time he was a well-known demon king in Shangjing.

The chief steward of the inner court continued: "But one year later, the princess was happy. The prince was so happy at that time. He rode a horse outside the city alone in the middle of the night. When he came back, there was a curfew, and he didn't want others to know. Such a disgraceful behavior, so he wandered outside the city for a whole night alone, and only came back in the morning covered in dew."

"After that, the first prince gradually changed. His temperament became softer, and his edges and corners gradually flattened." The head of the inner court sighed in his tone, as if the former prince was still in front of him: "Having a child is really different. , The newborn child is really small, one foot is not as long as a servant's finger, the whole body is red, soft everywhere, softer than water, and even a sickness can kill half of it."

"After having a child, the prince will no longer bring sharp things on his body when he goes to the princess, and there will be no edges and corners in the house, otherwise the child will bump into bumps. There are many things that children cannot eat. These princes are more sharp than the princess. Still need to understand..."

In the end, the head of the inner court looked up at Emperor Jing Zhao disrespectfully, the emperor he had grown up with, his face was drooping, he couldn't see the expression of Emperor Jing Zhao clearly at this time, so he lowered his head again , and finally said: "The first prince, I have always told my slaves that Your Majesty will become a very good father."

Emperor Jing Zhao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there seemed to be a young man riding a white horse in front of him. The young man was as gentle as jade, and that was the former crown prince. He got off the horse neatly, and strode towards the door. Prince, brows are full of joy, he walked in front of the young prince, patted the young prince's shoulder vigorously, and finally said: "My brother will really be an adult in the future."

After the head of the inner court finished speaking, he didn't look at Emperor Jing Zhao anymore, but took two steps back to a deeper corner and became a completely transparent person. The whole bedroom was quiet, and the autumn rain outside was still beating the ground non-stop.

After Xingye played alone for a while, he realized that there were people beside him. He turned his head and saw Emperor Jing Zhao who was bowing his head and approving the memorial.

Staring at it for a while, Xingye called softly: "Father..."

Emperor Jing Zhao seemed to have just realized that Xingye had woken up. He put down the pen in his hand, walked up to Xingye and looked at his face carefully: "Are you awake? Do you want to eat something?"

Xingye wanted to shake his head subconsciously, he didn't want to eat anything now, but when he thought of Emperor Jing Zhao, he stopped shaking his head only half way: "What does father want to eat?"

Emperor Jing Zhao couldn't help stretching out his hand and caressing Xingye's forehead. He stared at Xingye for a long time, until Xingye thought he had said something wrong, and then said: "I want to eat some white porridge, will Xingye accompany Emperor Father?"

Xingye didn't want to eat anything at first, but the taste of white porridge automatically appeared in his mind. The Royal Chef of the Forbidden Palace would stew ordinary white porridge soft and sweet. It was clear that nothing was added, but it had a unique sweetness of white rice.

Xingye swallowed, and found that he really wanted to eat, he was immediately grateful in his heart that he didn't refuse just now, and nodded repeatedly: "Thought."

After Xingye finished drinking the porridge, another palace servant brought a bowl of black juice, Xingye probably guessed that it was medicine.

Facing the little prince's uneasy eyes, Emperor Jing Zhao looked away sadly, and said softly: "It rained heavily last night, and the imperial doctor said that it is easy to get sick when the season changes."

Then Emperor Jing Zhao pushed the bowl in front of him towards Xingye: "We all want to drink."

Xing Ye thought that something uncomfortable about him was discovered, but he didn't expect it to be just the medicine that everyone wanted to drink. He felt relieved, and smiled unconsciously, the dimples on his cheeks looming.

After Xingye finished drinking the medicine, another person brought a plate of exquisite candied fruit. Emperor Jing Zhao picked up one and smiled at Xingye: "I'm a little afraid of suffering, do you want Xingye?"

Xingye's eyes brightened in an instant, he nodded vigorously, and swallowed a piece of candied fruit sweetly, he felt that everything today was very good, so good that it was like a dream.

If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.

The author has something to say: Emperor Jing Zhao has finally awakened~

I'm going to bed, see you in the afternoon

I don’t dare to say that I’m going to have a third update. If there is an update in the future, it’ll be a surprise.

However, an update at nine o'clock every day is still necessary

If I don't update at nine o'clock that day, I have to update it the next day

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