Yuanzhong poultry

The sentence from Li Dehai was "Young Master Yu has a high fever, and his life may be in danger", so it's no wonder that Zhao Jun's footsteps are so urgent.

It was night, and there was a lot of wind and rain.An oil lamp was dimly burning in the attic, and the shadow of the lamp was messed up by the cold wind and rain outside the window. Inside the heavy curtains, Yu Bai's body was covered with a snow-white brocade quilt, and he was sleeping peacefully.

When Zhao Jun rushed here covered in wind and rain, Yu Bai was frowning and whispering sleepily, as if he was calling someone's name.He lingered for a while, took off the cloak and went over to his ears, and heard Yu Bai whispering the name "Zhao Jun".

Not "Elder Sister", not "A Niang", but "Zhao Jun".

For a while, it was difficult for Zhao Jun to describe his mood.Should he be happy that the person Yu Bai misses in his sleep is himself, or should he feel sorry for their broken relationship?Occupying the first place in Yu Bai's heart was once Zhao Jun's dream, but now this position is useless.

Yu Qingyu didn't expect Zhao Jun to come so soon, and hurriedly saluted: "I've seen Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, Mr. Yu's illness was originally a common cold, but the old injury has not healed, the mind is depressed, and excessive drinking has exacerbated the condition. It's really dangerous today, but Weichen prescribed medicine, so it's okay to come here after tonight."

"Drinking too much?" Zhao Jun frowned, then probed Yu Bai's forehead, and got a little closer, and there was indeed a faint smell of alcohol lingering.

This is how much he drank——Zhao Jun thought that Yu Baijiu's capacity was so poor, and he probably only needed one or two glasses to drink it like this, but when he turned around and saw at least four or five bottles of Luo Fuchun, he was silent.

I don't drink much, but I can make it.He sighed softly in his heart, waved his hand, and Yu Qing porridge retreated knowingly.

On the bed, Yu Bai's eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was unsteady, he obviously didn't sleep soundly, his fever subsided a little, and under the dual effects of illness and alcohol, his pale complexion was slightly flushed abnormally.He watched in silence for a long time, then gently reached out and touched Yu Bai's fingertips.

Yu Bai seemed to be aware of the soft touch even in his drowsy sleep, his pale fingertips moved, and he held Zhao Jun's fingers tremblingly.He was clearly ill and had no strength, but holding Zhao Jun's hand seemed to be holding on to a life-saving straw. It even made people suspect that if he wanted to break free, he would have to fight the seriously ill man.

... This is the embrace he misses in the wind and rain, even if he has deceived him, humiliated him, and misery him.

At that moment, Zhao Jun almost had tears in his eyes.

Only at such moments can they meet without hostility, fingertips touching fingertips, palms against palms, and be the most intimate lovers in the world in places where the light does not reach.When Yu Bai wakes up and recovers as before, the expression looking at him will be cold and indifferent again, like an old enemy on the verge of a sword.

He remembered Zhao Jing's words again.Some things, by no means the tighter you grasp, the less you will lose them.It's like the gravel in the palm of your hand, it's so tightly gripped, but it slips away through the fingers.

However, keeping Yu Bai by his side, there may be room for change for a long time, if he is released from the palace, where would he go to find his A-Bai?

... The cranes are singing to the sky, and they should be flying for thousands of miles, without being hurt by the cage.

This crane, which only sings so loudly, had its wings broken by him in the end.

At that moment, Zhao Jun could hardly contain the surging emotion in his heart, he breathed slightly, leaned over and kissed.Yu Bai knew the truth when he was deep in it, and he fell in when everything was shattered.

Yu Bai's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes.

He allowed Zhao Jun to press a kiss between his eyebrows, and the turmoil in his heart gradually calmed down, and finally turned into a sigh when the world collapsed.

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After midnight, the wind and rain had stopped, and a pink hibiscus floated on the water canal.Yu Bai slept until midnight, and the fever subsided by half, but his mouth was very dry, and he muttered vaguely for water.

Zhao Jun quickly woke up from his light sleep.

The tea was prepared in the middle of the night, and it had been simmering on the stove to keep warm, and it is still warm until now.Yu Bai didn't drink it without lifting his eyelids like the previous few times this time, he took a sip of the taste, and suddenly raised his eyelids to look at the person serving the water.

——At that moment, Zhao Jun's heart jumped wildly, and he couldn't even hold the cup of tea steadily.

Yu Bai didn't notice the stiffness of the person in front of him, he tried hard to open his sleepy eyes to try to identify the person who came, and he came to some conclusion, so he pursed his mouth and expressed his dissatisfaction: "Why did you come here?"

Zhao Jun was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out: "I'm late."

Yu Bai retorted half awake and half confused: "You come late every day."

Even though it was inappropriate, Zhao Jun couldn't help but want to laugh, and felt sad while smiling.How long has he not seen such a willful and willful Yu Bai?It's only at this time... He tightened his arms and coaxed people half-truthfully: "It won't happen in the future."

Only ghosts believe you... Oh no, even ghosts don't believe you.Unexpectedly, Yu Bai snorted sullenly: "It hurts."

Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly touched Yu Bai's forehead, feeling the moist warmth in his hands.He couldn't figure out exactly where Yu Bai was suffering, so he searched and asked, "Is it a headache?"

Yu Bai didn't answer, and even let go of the hand that had been holding him—he seemed to have finally realized that the person in front of him was no longer the former Zhao Jun.Zhao Jun was immersed in the thought of "Where does Ah Bai hurt?" In the end, he didn't dare to treat the disease like a dead mouse. After thinking for a while, he decided to call Yu Qingzhou next door who was on call at any time.

Before getting up, he habitually patted Shun Yubai's back: "Hey, I'll go to the imperial doctor, and the pain will go away after drinking some medicine."

Yu Bai reacted quickly: "I don't drink medicine."

Of course, Zhao Jun couldn't let him lose his temper, so he got up from his side and replied, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

He originally thought that Yu Bai would frown and retort, "Your Majesty, why don't you say sour at this time", just like they used to tease and play-but he suddenly felt an unusual tremor.

Yu Bai was trembling, trembling in his arms.

Just the reason of "fear of suffering" is not enough to explain Yu Bai's current situation, Zhao Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized where the source of Yu Bai's fear was - medicine.

That is... that is the medicine that Yu Qingzhou secretly prepared after Yu Bai showed signs of memory recovery in the past, in order to delay or even eliminate the recovery of Yu Bai's memory.He watched and coaxed those pitch-black soups with his own eyes, and fed Yu Bai every drop.Perhaps it was a long time ago, he forcefully pried open the boy's lips and teeth, and poured all the thick bitter medicine into it.

Yu Bai knew all of this.

"I don't drink medicine... Zhao Jun, I don't drink it." Yu Bai's eyes were a little red, as if soaked in tears for a long time.He repeated vaguely but firmly, refusing to let go of the hand holding his sleeve: "Water...water, I can just drink water."

Zhao Jun was silent for a moment and asked, "Why don't you drink?"

He let go of Yu Bai's arm, forced Yu Bai to look directly at him, and repeated again: "I'm sick, why don't you take medicine?"

Fearing that Zhao Jun would pry open his lips and pour the medicine in, Yu Bai pursed his lips tightly, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.The face of the person in front of him was distorted into an extremely strange shape, like a wandering undead in a grotesque dream. Is he Zhao Jun?Or the culprit in his dream?Or, in fact, they were originally one person?

Even now, he also knows that it is useless to confront Zhao Jun head-on at this time - this is the conclusion he has reached in the past many years of personal trials.Yu Bai avoided Zhao Jun's dark eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "I...my heart hurts, medicine is useless...I won't drink it."

The mountains collapsed suddenly, turning into a long sigh.

Zhao Jun closed his eyes and hugged Yu Bai again.

This was the first time he knew that it would be so uncomfortable to feel distressed.

When Yu Bai was pulled into his arms, he was still a little dazed, his thin shoulders were hard on his chest, and also hard on his heart.

"It won't hurt after waking up...don't take medicine, come, just drink some water and you'll be fine."

This pose seemed to please Yu Bai very much.He turned his face away and rubbed Zhao Jun's chest, lowered his eyes again, drank the small cup of tea in Zhao Jun's hand in this posture, and finally licked his lips like a kitten.

The soft tip of the tongue touched Zhao Jun's thumb, causing a slight tingling itch.The lights were dim and the curtains were deep, Zhao Jun quietly embraced the person in his arms, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, the young man's breath gradually becoming even and long, suddenly he had an illusion, as if a night was a lifetime.

But in the end, he slowly broke away Yu Bai's finger that was holding him, and put him back on the bed.He tucked the quilt tightly and whispered in his heart: "Sleep, I'm here."

In a stormy world, this attic is the only paradise.