The entanglement between the cannon fodder and the scheming male protagonist[Transmigration Book]

After being handed over, Yu Yunge was forced to sleep and waited for Jing Yuwei to come over. The tranquilizing effect in the medicine was too strong, so he couldn't hold on to sleep in the end.

At this time, the door of the palace creaked softly, and a figure wrapped in the coldness unique to Huaxue walked in.

"Waiting at the door."

Jing Yuwei didn't turn his head back to drink back Zhe Liu, but walked lightly into the inner room.

Zheliu looked at the tall and straight back of his highness, and sighed heavily in his heart, destiny.

The interior of Guanyun Hall is very warm, Jing Yuwei's hands and feet will heat up in a short while, so there is no need to worry about the large temperature difference waking up the sleeping person on the bed.

He didn't come here to know what was in Yu Yunge's hand, he just wanted to see if he was okay.

Very good, eat well and sleep soundly.

Jing Yuwei's fingertips slid across Yu Yunge's half-turned cheek, and the skin on his fingertips was very smooth, like a freshly peeled egg.

When his thoughts came back, he saw that his subconscious loved Yu Yunge's lips, and kept stroking them.

He didn't wake up, but he felt a slight frown on his brow.

Jing Yuwei didn't panic, he added some tranquilizing medicine to the bowl of medicine at noon, which was enough to make Yu Yunge sleep in a dark sleep, and let him move his hands and feet with peace of mind.

"You want to run." Jing Yuwei's hand ran along the slightly reddened lips that he twisted to the back of Yu Yunge's neck, where the skin was more delicate, which made him sigh, "You are lonely."

He murmured fascinatedly, lowered his head and leaned over to gently grab Yu Yunge's lips, crushing them over and over again, until his breathing became disordered and he had to let go.

In his sleep, Yu Yunge also breathed a little faster, unconsciously licked the lips that had been visited just now, rubbed against the pillow again and did not move.

Jing Yuwei's blood boiled all over, the tails of his eyes were red, and he almost couldn't control himself.

He couldn't stay here any longer, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist doing more excessive things to Yu Yunge.

Before the time came, he asked Yu Yunge to take the initiative to explain the matter clearly. If he could not do it for a day, it would be a year. As long as he was in Guanyun Palace, his wish would be fulfilled sooner or later.

When the night came, Yuyun Pavilion was awakened softly by the servant.

He sat up covering his forehead, opened his mouth to take a breath before speaking, and raised his hand to touch his lips, as if the skin was broken.

"Where's Your Highness?" He asked hoarsely.

The waiter spread the dishes on the small table on his bed, and after the four dishes and one soup were ready, he handed over the chopsticks with both hands.

"You eat first."

Is it because he is afraid that he will be angry and won't eat after speaking out?

No problem, Yu Yunge took the chopsticks and ate slowly, showing no sign of getting angry at all, which made the servant relax his vigilance.

After all, His Highness had ordered him to eat well and take good care of him no matter what, and if there was any deviation, he would be killed.

"Is my wound going to be changed?"

Yu Yunge had almost eaten, and asked about other things.

The servant served him a bowl of fragrant black fish soup: "Tomorrow the imperial doctor will personally change it for you."

The chef of the East Palace is very skilled in cooking, and a bowl of black fish soup can be cooked with a delicious fragrance. Yu Yunge drank two bowls in one go.

"Well, bring the medicine too."

At this time, he was very talkative, which made the inner servant feel more at ease, and hurriedly brought up the simmering medicine bowl for him to drink.

Guanyun Hall returned to silence, Yu Yunge propped his face and repeatedly looked at the new fan Zheliu sent.

Different from the one he lost at the foot of Wulang Mountain, the workmanship is more delicate, and the fan is still the unsightly Longyang [-] styles, different postures, and various classics.

Who chose this?

It should not be a broken willow.

Jing Yuwei probably didn't want people to know that he gave him such a blunt and obscene thing.

That can only be chosen by Jing Yuwei himself.

What kind of mood did His Royal Highness, who is as innocent as a girl, open the picture book, and what kind of expression did he choose these poses to explain to the artist?

Yu Yunge couldn't control his thoughts, and he opened his head, as if the sea was rushing up at high tide.

What mood does Jing Yuwei have in doing this?

It seems that the whole thing has gone wrong since he woke up. Jing Yuwei's behavior can't be explained at all, and he was imprisoned in the Guanyun Palace. What happened?

Unable to see Jiang Kai, let alone leave the palace, he became a wounded canary.

This unknown situation made him very uneasy, and he had to hurry up to contact someone. He put away the ivory fan, stretched out his hand and pushed open the window. There was a small, finger-wide gap. Pressing his finger on his lips, he blew a crisp whistle.

Not long after, a black bird landed on the window sill, tilting its head to look at him.

Yu Yunge tied the prepared letterhead to its leg, and teased the little bird: "Send it obediently, and I won't skin you."

The little bird bowed his head and gave him a tweet in retaliation, and was sent away with a slap on his ass.

The window was closed, and Yu Yunge's energy was exhausted, he burrowed into the quilt, his whole back was numb with pain, and he broke out in cold sweat, his body seemed to be washed after a while.

He had to find a way to meet Jing Yuwei, if he had known that staying in Guanyun Palace was just going to prison in another place, he would never have nodded.

What does this person mean? He couldn't figure it out. It was two parallel lines with the original story, and the known plot was almost useless.

And what he said is not only liking, what else is there?

his body?

It is not impossible.

It is still necessary to meet Jing Yuwei first to have room for development, and it is necessary to touch people first.

Yu Yunge is in pain, his body hurts, and he hurts from being annoyed.

Not long after breakfast the next day, the servant came in with the imperial doctor. It was still the old man with gray beard who showed him his neck last time.

The old man's surname is Chunyu, a compound surname that is not very common, so far he has only heard of Chunyu Mumo, the royal consort of the Yan Kingdom.

The Imperial Physician Chunyu was obviously a frequent visitor to Guanyun Hall, so he ordered the servants to bring tea and water before moving a high stool.

Yu Yunge leaned against the head of the bed in fox fur, watching with relish.

The old man glanced at him: "He is in good spirits, and it seems that the wound is recovering well."

"Okay, will your old man be able to see it later?"

"Not necessarily." The old man shook his head and complained to him with a stinky face, "The old man was going to give you a bandage that day, but he was kicked out by His Highness. Those who didn't know thought I was a Mongolian doctor, and he was the imperial guard. medical."

"It's too disrespectful. I'm used to pointing fingers at the old man's diagnosis and treatment. I haven't noticed that he has so many things in the past. I'm so careful that I don't let the old man check your wounds. Practicing medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, and asking. If you don't see the wound, how will the old man know how you are recovering? How to adjust the prescription, both external application and oral administration, so that you can recover early."

Yu Yunge didn't speak for a long time, thinking to himself, he misunderstood the old man, it turned out that this unsophisticated bandage was done by Jing Yuwei.

"Let the old man feel the pulse first." After complaining, the old man felt comfortable, and he didn't know how to reveal Jing Yu's danger in a few words.

Yu Yunge stretched out his hand cooperatively.

The wrinkles between the old man's brows loosened. He felt that His Royal Highness had a lot of shit and was well taken care of. Yu Yunge's pulse was stable, except for...

"I'm losing qi and blood, I'll prescribe a medicine to make up for you later."

This is what it should be, Yu Yunge has no objection, and puts his retracted hand on the lace of the obscene clothes: "Change the dressing?"

The old man glanced at the quiet outer room from the corner of his eye, then turned back to look at Yuyun Pavilion, stroked his goatee, smiled and said nothing.

In the Donggong Study Room, a conservatory a hundred steps away from Guanyun Palace, Jing Yuwei looked outside thoughtfully after reading the book Zhe Liu sent.

Zheliu finished researching ink and stood beside him, waiting for him to make a decision after deliberation.

Those assassins were all silenced, and there was very little evidence available at the scene, and nothing was found after repeated investigations. In the end, Jing Xici kindly gave a piece of evidence in private.

It was that piece of evidence that made Jing Yuwei's feelings towards Yu Yunge complicated and contradictory.

"Did he make a fuss?"

Zheliu almost didn't turn the corner. Is this the first time when he talked about the business, he turned the topic elsewhere?I can't count them all: "No, it's time for the Crown Princess to change her dressing."

"Change medicine?"

"It's like this. The princess told the maid at breakfast in the morning that she was hot and sweated last night, and the wound was not very comfortable. She wanted the imperial doctor to change the medicine."

Jing Yuwei's expression changed: "Why didn't you tell Gu?"

Zhe Liu murmured: "Didn't Your Highness say that as long as the Crown Princess does not come out of Guanyun Hall, it's fine to do anything?"

"Gu let you eat, how do you know that rice should be eaten with side dishes?"

Zhe Liu was stupefied, and hurriedly chased after Jing Yuwei, who was striding forward: "Then, the princess also said that after changing the medicine, the servant will send some hot water to help him wipe his body..."

As the words got to the end, the confidence became weaker, and it was almost impossible for people to hear what was said.

How dare Zheliu say it, just Jing Yuwei turned his head and stared at him suddenly, he was so panicked that he would be punished if he said a few more words.

Jing Yuwei was so angry that his teeth itch. First, Qi Yuyunge failed to show his terrible possessive desire;

It's horrible, he thought, what the hell is he going to do?

On the way from the study to Guanyun Hall, Jing Yuwei, master and servant, was nervous and hurried.

Inside Guanyun Hall, Yuyun Pavilion is holding a celadon bowl filled with goat milk and the old man who is drinking tea is staring.

"Are you really trying to tease me?"

"Young people are so impatient?" The old man didn't want to make people angry, His Royal Highness the crown prince has a big temper, and there will be no good fruit if he provokes it, so there is no harm in waiting.

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, the wound hurts from being stung by sweat."

The old man couldn't drink the tea, and the injured were the most serious. He took the wet cloth twisted by the waiter, and said in a anxious tone, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yu Yunge rolled his eyes: "Didn't I want to see what tricks your old man has?"

"Curiosity is really heavy." The old man finished counting and waited for him to untie the tie, seeing that the knot was about to fall off.

Hearing the footsteps like the torrential rain, the servant raised his head and knelt down to greet him in surprise: "I have seen His Royal Highness."

This report stopped the two of them from moving, and they both looked over.

Jing Yuwei's face was extremely ugly, cold and not good, staring at Yu Yunge's hand holding the lace of his obscene clothes, his thin lips parted slightly, hinting at anger: "Get out."

Zheliu hurriedly helped the imperial doctor Chunyu pack his things, and in the blink of an eye, only Jing Yuwei, who was covered in frost, and Yu Yunge, who looked up with a smile, were left in the hall.

The author has something to say:

Slightly revealing Xia Jing Yuwei's delicate nature~

Encounter this kind of fast running in reality!

感谢在2021-10-3114:22:28~2021-11-0510:26:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Lu Minhui;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!