Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

"It's a long story, as long as Pei Qing knows that there is nothing serious about me!"

Pei Que's face was so heavy that water dripped out, and he glanced at the densely packed needles, "They're all tied into hedgehogs, isn't there any serious problem?"

"Does it have to be lying on the bed dying, with half a foot in the coffin, to be considered serious?"

Murong Shu pursed his lips, he really didn't want to say it.

How to say?Said I was poisoned?This poison is not fatal, but it hinders the birth of an imperial heir?

It's shameful for a man to lose the ability to pass on the family line!

What's more, he is not an ordinary man!

He is the emperor of a country!

Since ancient times, the royal family has strict requirements for selecting an heir—even a minor illness such as lameness can be a reason to abolish a crown prince, let alone a crown prince who cannot last a long time!

If people outside know that the current Murong family has come to the point where there are no children and grandchildren, I don't know how many people are ready to move, thinking about pulling him down from the throne!

How could this biggest secret of the Northern Zhou Dynasty be easily revealed to the outside world!

Murong Shu's eyes flickered, he turned his head away, his tone was as soft as ever, but his attitude was extremely tough, "I don't want to say it!"

He didn't want to say, firstly he felt embarrassed, and secondly, he didn't dare to hand over all the hole cards to Pei Que.

He is good to himself, but who knows how long this kindness can last...

a month?half a year?Still a year?

If the two of them get bored in the future, it will be easier for them to pull themselves off the throne by relying on each other's abilities and grabbing this handle!

It's true that he likes Pei, but in the deep palace, the rights are mixed...

Compared with these, love is a little too small...

He swore before his father's sick bed that he would be a good emperor and put the Murong family's family firmly on the throne...

He must live up to his promise!

Seeing him like this, Pei Ke felt anxious and sad.

He doesn't believe him!

Even if he surrenders his whole heart and is willing to sacrifice his life—his little majesty, he still doesn't believe him!

Pei Que drooped his eyelids, took a deep breath, comforted himself, and found reasons for the other party one by one

Maybe he has something to hide, maybe he feels even more uncomfortable...

Just don't force him!

Another thought welled up in my heart again, Jie Jie smiled strangely, "Look - who told you to choose this way to be with him?"

"Didn't I say it earlier, tied it up and locked it in Chengqian Palace, when the time comes, he will be yours inside and out, and you will be whatever you say!"

"Keep him completely in the palm of your hand, there is no secret that I don't know..."

"I really don't know what you are hesitating about!"

He squeezed his palm tightly, pressing down this eager thought.

He bent down, and said in a soft voice, "Okay... Your Majesty doesn't want to say it, so I won't ask what the disease is..."

He reached out and touched the other side's face, "Can the minister ask something else?"

Murong Shu turned his head back, his pupils were watery, as if he was about to cry.

She spoke with a nasal voice, "Pei Que, are you upset..."

The other party pursed his thin lips and nodded, "I'm a little unhappy..."

The man raised his eyes, his eyes were like cold stars but he did not conceal his gentleness, "But it doesn't matter, as long as His Majesty is happy..."

He rubbed the little emperor's cheek with his fingertips, "This disease...does it hurt when it flares up? Is it uncomfortable? How can it be cured?"

I saw water droplets hanging on the other party's long eyelashes, and she was about to cry, "Naturally it's uncomfortable..."

"I have had it since I was very young...this disease is not curable..."

"Fortunately, there is no danger of life..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Pei Que, "Sorry, I didn't tell you..."

Pei Que gave an "um" and continued to listen to him.

"Jinniang belongs to me, she is the master of the apricot grove, and she specializes in treating diseases for me."

"It's just that my illness is hidden and I don't want others to know about it, so I gave it a title and keep it by my side."

Murong Shu was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he scratched Pei Que's palm with his little finger, "I haven't touched her...From the beginning to the end, there is only you by my side..."

Pei Que tightened his big hands, holding his white jade catkin in his palm, "I know."

His voice paused, "Two days ago, Meiren Liu came to Chengqian Hall, did she have something to say, and she just left because it was inconvenient for me to be here?"

"I would go to Jinlan Garden every once in a while to see Jinniang for treatment. This time, it's been a long time, and she didn't see me, so she came here because she was a little anxious."

"Blame me."

Pei Que said in a low voice, "Blame me, I shouldn't have let her go that day."

"Pei Qing doesn't know about this!"

The little emperor bent his eyes and smiled at him, the wet eyes were extremely painful.

After a while, Jinniang pulled out the needle, and I'll be fine!It's all right! "

He rubbed his curled little finger against the other's palm, "Okay, don't be unhappy!"

Pei Quexue bent his eyes and smiled, but this smile floated faintly on the surface, if you look carefully, it has never reached the night, the lights are all the same, and the warmth is harmonious.

The needle on Murong Shu's back has been pulled out, and Jinniang was sent back to Jinlan Garden by Li Wenzhong.

He rubbed his face with both hands, sat cross-legged on the dragon couch, waiting for Pei Que, who was washing outside, feeling very complicated.

On the one hand, he told himself that there was nothing wrong with doing so. Could it be that the emperor should tell his courtiers everything?On the other hand, he felt guilty.

He said he didn't want to talk about it, so Pei Que didn't ask any more questions.

But the other party lowered his brows and eyes, obviously a little unhappy...

The relationship between the two of them, on the surface, couldn't be more intimate...

But as long as he looked a little deeper, he didn't dare to think about it...

I don't dare to think whether the cause of the emperor's death really has nothing to do with him...

I don't dare to think if Pei Que will always treat me well...

I don't dare to think why he treats me so well...

Is it the result of love, or a whim?

He thought about it, and his mind was going to be messed up...

"What is His Majesty thinking?"

The other party's clear voice was damp, and there was a faint feeling coming from the door.

Murong Shu looked up, "I'm thinking about Pei Qing."

The man strode in and sat on the edge of the bed. His body was still wet with moisture, and the corners of his eyes and brows were covered with moisture.

"Oh? Miss me?"

He raised his eyebrows, "What does His Majesty want me to do?"

Murong Shu felt guilty, wrapped his arms around his neck, and rubbed his head against the side of the other's face, "If you want Pei Qing, you want Pei Qing!" He looked up at the other person, "Do you want to find a reason for Pei Qing? ?"

As he spoke, his little hand slid into Pei Que's skirt, and touched the other's strong chest suggestively...

He wanted to make up for Pei Que, so he softened his voice, "Pei Qing...zhen one by one"

His wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he raised his head in confusion, and met the other's calm eyes, "Your Majesty," the man interrupted him, "Your Majesty, it's late at night, and you have to come back tomorrow." Host a banquet to bid farewell to Bei Yu's envoys, get some rest early!"

The little emperor was a little taken aback, and it took him a long time to realize what the other party meant.

Pei Que treats him in bed like a hungry tiger rushing for food forever, and the storm will crush him.

Occasionally there are times when he is sticky and gentle, but never such a time—he offered to ask for sex, but was rejected

He was a little confused, and a little flustered, and a trace of uneasiness came out, piercing his heart sourly.

His eyes were red, his round eyes were wet, his voice trembled, "Pei Qing...you don't like me anymore?"

Pei Que rolled his Adam's apple, held his face in his big hands, and kissed him on the lips.

"How come? Your Majesty is my favorite!"

He left those bright red lips and lowered his eyes—I like you so much...

I like you so much that I want to monopolize you, I like you so much that you have no secrets, completely under my control...

I hope you can rely on me wholeheartedly, not because you don't trust me, seeing me anxious to kill, but still not saying anything...

I like you so much that I offer up my country, my body and mind, and I can give you everything—but your Majesty... your love for me is limited... ...

This kind of unequal love is a kind of torment, tormenting my heart and burning up the fire...

But in order to reassure you, I still have to shut up and say nothing...

"Pei Qing likes me..."

The little emperor tightened his arms anxiously, "Since he likes me, just now...how could he reject me..."

Pei Que raised his eyes, and met the little emperor's anxious eyes, with sporadic smiles in his eyes, "Too many things happened today, and I'm a little tired..."

He touched the little emperor's face, "Alright, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."

Then he pulled away the brocade quilt involuntarily, and stuffed the little emperor into it.

Pulling over the quilt by herself, sleeping next to him, and feeling worried, she leaned over and kissed the other person's puzzled and aggrieved eyes, "Okay, go to sleep."

The little emperor turned over, stuffed himself into his arms, and looked up at him.

"Pei Qing..."

Pei Que grabbed his hand that was about to be stuffed into his skirt furtively, put it on his lips and kissed, "Okay, Your Majesty, go to bed early!"

Being rejected again and again, Murong Shu became angry, snorted, turned around and went to sleep.

Pei Que pulled up the quilt for him, looked at the other's angry back, and the last trace of smile disappeared from his eyes.

So many things happened today...

First, in the early court, Xu Jie changed his words in prison, the key evidence disappeared, and the corruption case of Beidi Flood had to be tried again;

And when he came back after approving the memorial, the little emperor cried and called his father in his dream, and asked himself if he would deceive him;

Later, during the meal, Hu Yanhao, the great prince of Beiyu, came to see him and said that he would leave Shangjing and go back to participate in the Bonfire Festival;

Then the secret about the little emperor surfaced, but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to let himself know...

Is there any relationship between each piece of makeup?

He frowned, a trace of impatience appeared on his face-

All of this, is it someone who made a game behind the scenes and deliberately planned it?

And are I and this little thing stepping into each other's puzzle step by step without knowing it?What was that person doing all of this for?