The little general is my favorite [Rebirth]

Auspicious and festive red lanterns were hung on the trees beside the gate and in the courtyard, but Song Huai felt that Qi Xuan, who was standing in the courtyard at this time, was out of tune with this festival.

With a bad premonition in his heart, Song Huai ran over, saw Qi Xuan's red and absent-minded eyes clearly, raised his hand to hold his face, and asked distressedly: "What's wrong?"

Qi Xuan looked at Song Huai, his eyes slowly focused, getting brighter and redder.

"A Huai..." The words choked up, and Qi Xuan hugged Song Huai tightly.

Song Huai hugged him back, patted his back and coaxed softly, "I'm here."

Qi Xuan buried his face in Song Huai's shoulder, his body began to tremble...

The hot water droplets touched his skin, and Song Huai's heart trembled. He hugged Qi Xuan tightly, his nose was sore, and he almost cried along with him.

……

Song Huai pulled Qi Xuan into the room, twisted the handkerchief to wipe his face.

Sitting on the soft couch, Qi Xuan slowly calmed down, looking at Song Huai standing in front of him, suddenly felt a little ashamed.

It wasn't the first time he cried in front of Song Huai. The previous few times when he lost control of his emotions, it was all because of Song Huai. Every time Song Huai comforted him and made fun of him for crying.It was rare that Song Huai didn't laugh at him this time, and even wiped his face...but Qi Xuan felt extremely ashamed.

He hugged Song Huai's waist and buried his head in silence.

Song Huai hugged his head and stroked his head comfortingly. After a moment of silence, Song Huai asked him, "Are you tired? Sleep here?"

Qi Xuan looked up at him: "Don't you ask me?"

Song Huai rubbed his earlobe and looked at him with gentle eyes: "Do you want to talk?"

Qi Xuan raised his head, poked his chin into Song Huai's lower abdomen, and said with a pursed mouth, "I made my father sick with anger."

Song Huai pinched the hand on his earlobe, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong with him?"

Song Huai's question was general, but Qi Xuan knew that he was asking what Emperor Hongguang had done, so he would argue with him.

Qi Xuan lowered his head and sighed: "Just... some old things, sores that have rotted."

Qi Xuan did not dare to let Song Huai know what Emperor Hongguang had done. Although he had stopped in time and Song Huai would not take his anger out on him, Qi Xuan was also afraid that Song Huai could not bear the blame, or hesitated and flinched again, doubting whether they were necessary Get entangled.

Anyway, Liu Meishan's ending in this life was different from his previous life, so Qi Xuan classified it as "old sores" and didn't mention it anymore.

Moreover, Qi Xuan knew in his heart that his dispute with Emperor Hongguang was more due to the dissatisfaction and resentment hidden in his heart for many years.

"Don't be angry." Song Huai pinched Qi Xuan's earlobe, stroked his hair, and said, "It's his fault."

Qi Xuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Song Huai didn't know the truth, he just thought that he had been wronged because of the past, so he felt sorry for him, he would not ask him what kind of sores he had, he would not use filial piety to persuade him to forgive, and he could catch the fleeting moments in his emotions Guilt and intolerance, comfort him, it is the other party's fault, not his fault.

He is like a pool of warm spring water, delicately and gently wrapping all his pain.

Qi Xuan raised his head and asked him: "If I get into a catastrophe today, will you run away with me?"

He had already expected such a day with his father, and he was not unprepared. If his father really asked Long Yinwei to arrest him tonight, he might... just do it.

Song Huai frowned, as if thinking seriously, he said: "Then we have to take mother with me, and go to northern Xinjiang together." He grabbed Qi Xuan's ear and asked with a smile: "Is there still time to run now?"

Qi Xuan burst out laughing, looking at Song Huai's bright and smiling eyes, suddenly felt itchy.

He slid one hand down Song Huai's back, slid to the bend of his leg, and suddenly hooked his leg and lifted it up. With the other hand, he held Song Huai's waist and pressed him into his arms.

"Yeah—" Song Huai didn't stand still, and fell into his arms with a low cry, just sitting on his lap, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around his neck.

The intimate and shameful posture made Song Huai feel a little hot, struggling to get up: "Let go..."

"Don't let go." Qi Xuan wrapped his arms around his waist and hooked his knees with the other, holding him firmly.

Song Huai blushed and struggled, Qi Xuan's hand hooking his knee turned around, passed under his knee from the inside, supported Song Huai's hip, hugged his waist with the other hand, and stood up against him with his hip.

Song Huai was startled, and subconsciously hooked his arm back around his neck, and found that one of his legs was hanging on Qi Xuan's arm, and his hip was held in his hand.

Seeing Qi Xuan hugging him and walking towards the bed, Song Huai thumped his shoulder: "Put me down!" His voice was shy and angry, his eyelashes were trembling, and he didn't know where to look. Why do people who are depressed and need comfort suddenly become rascals like Meng Lang?

Qi Xuan hugged him and walked to the bed, stopped, turned around and pushed him against the bed frame, threatening: "Brother Sheng Xuan, we will go to bed, if you don't shout, we will stay here." He licked Song Huai's earlobe.

Song Huai's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Qi Xuan in horror. This posture?it's here?He hastily shook his head in protest.

Qi Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't shout? Then I'll take it as if you want to be here." Then he leaned over and pressed him firmly, kissing his neck with his lips, and freed a hand to untie his belt .

"Brother Xuan! Brother Xuan~" Song Huai tilted his head to hide the kiss, while grabbing Qi Xuan's troubled hand, shouting begging for mercy, his original tone was eager, but because Qi Xuan just kissed his Adam's apple, the ending suddenly changed, It's like singing softly.

Qi Xuan suffocated for breath, stopped moving, and buried himself in his neck to pant.

The rough panting burned Song Huai's ears red, he tilted his head, his face blushed with shame, and he was a little suspicious for a moment, which one is better, the "Brother Xuan" he just yelled out, or being ripped off right here? shame?

Song Huai took a deep breath, raised his hand to hook Qi Xuan's neck, and begged for mercy in his ear softly: "Go... go to bed."

Qi Xuan approached, pecked his lips, and coaxed against his lips: "Shout again."

Song Huai glared at him, seeing that he did not back down at all, he could only turn his head away from him, his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Brother Xuan..."

"Okay, let's try this position next time." Qi Xuan kissed him on the cheek, satisfied, and carried him to the bed.

Song Huai bit his neck bitterly, and cursed, "You're just relying on me not wanting to beat you."

Qi Xuan pressed on him, his eyes were extremely gentle, but his hand didn't know where he touched it, and his words were very incoherent: "I know you are reluctant, so am I not repaying you? It will definitely make you comfortable."

"Shameless—"

The man who was ashamed and angry still turned into a pool of warm spring water to comfort him, Qi Xuan did not stay overnight, but lovingly kissed his sweetheart, calmed down his emotions, and entered the palace again.

On the first day of the first month of the 11th year of Hongguang, Emperor Hongguang fell ill.

The officials who entered the palace to congratulate them only saw King Xuan and the third prince, and the Empress Empress received the wives of various families in Chaofeng Palace, and then hurried back to Chengming Palace to attend to the illness.The Spring Festival banquet originally scheduled for the evening was also cancelled.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the first court meeting of the new year was still presided over by King Xuan and the third prince.

The festive and auspicious Chinese New Year was clouded by Emperor Hongguang's illness.

In the Chengming Hall, Qi Xuan sat on the edge of the dragon bed with a medicine bowl in his hand, waiting for Emperor Hongguang to take the medicine.

With a "snap", the porcelain bowl hit the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

Emperor Hongguang who overturned the medicine bowl looked at Qi Xuan coldly.

Qi Xuan stood up, shook the medicinal juice splashed on his robe, and said calmly: "My son asked Mr. Yu to serve you."

"Did I allow you to leave?" Emperor Hongguang shouted.

Yu Youquan, who was about to step forward, stopped, seeing the father and son confronting each other, he was so anxious that his mouth started to froth.

He was aware of what happened that night, His Majesty was indeed wrong, he attacked Madam Hou, and he never put himself in the prince's position.

But the prince placed eyeliner around His Majesty, and made arbitrarily advocating to deal with His Majesty's people, which is really disrespectful.

His majesty questioned the prince, but he hoped that the prince would be soft, but the prince wanted to argue with his majesty, which made him very angry.

Now, His Majesty did not punish the prince's crime of disrespect, but changed the law to make things difficult for the prince.On the surface, the prince endured it, but in fact, he might have lost his heart.

"Change a bowl of medicine." Qi Xuan didn't get angry, and followed Hongguang Emperor's wishes, and sat back on the side of the bed again.

Emperor Hongguang closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

He suffered a stroke and could not move the left side of his body. The government was handed over to Qi Xuan, and Qi Xuan was obliged to serve him when he ate, drank and lazed.But the more Qi Xuan pretended to be pleasing to the eye, the angrier he became, and the more he wanted to make things difficult for him.

But no matter how he made things difficult, Qi Xuan always had the attitude of being indifferent and not paying attention to him at all. Hongguang Emperor not only did not relieve his anger, but became more and more unhappy.

The little eunuch brought in another bowl of medicine, and after being tested, Yu Youquan brought it into Qi Xuan's hands.Qi Xuan tried the temperature, and it was still a little hot, so he was not in a hurry to feed him, and persuaded him: "I know you are reluctant to mess up the government, and Ah Heng is still young, so even if you don't want to, you can only hand it over. Give it to me. But lying down and venting on me like this won't change your situation."

Emperor Hongguang opened his eyes and looked at him bitterly: "You really think I dare not kill you?"

"Of course you dare." Qi Xuan took a small spoonful of medicine and brought it to his mouth, "I know you dare, you are the Ninth Five Supreme, so why not dare."

"But I won't catch you without a fight. The slower you recover, the more power I have in my hands, and the more you can't do anything to me. Think about it yourself, is it worthwhile?"

Emperor Hongguang stared at him viciously, opened his lips reluctantly, and drank the spoonful of medicine.

Qi Xuan continued: "General Song is coming back."

Emperor Hongguang's eyes sharpened.

Qi Xuan brought the spoon to his mouth, and said, "I'm more afraid of him knowing than you, so I keep it from you. So please do me a favor and don't make any more trouble."

Emperor Hongguang trembled with anger, turned his head and refused to drink the spoonful of medicine, this resistance caused the spoon to tilt, and the medicine juice spilled on Emperor Hongguang's beard and neck.

Qi Xuan hurriedly put down the medicine bowl, took the veil handed over by Yu Youquan, and wiped it for Emperor Hongguang. I don't know if it was persuasion or ridicule: "You are so old, why can't you let go of the bad things back then?"

Emperor Hongguang was ashamed and angry, his eyes closed tightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched in anger.

Qi Xuan still didn't spare him: "Half of his body is buried in the ground. If you don't want to live, I won't beg you. If you want to live and don't mention the relationship between father and son, then I will repay your kindness of childbearing. For a while, you treat me better, and I treat you better, okay?"

"Nizi!" Emperor Hongguang opened Qi Xuan's hand, pointed at him and cursed, "Nizi!"

Qi Xuan picked up the medicine bowl again and looked at him calmly: "You scold me, I'll listen."

Emperor Hongguang was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he beat the bed furiously: "Yu Youquan! Drag this rebellious son out! Drag him out!"

Qi Xuan twitched the corners of his lips helplessly, handed the medicine bowl to Yu Youquan, stood up and walked out of the room.

The sun was hanging high outside, gradually revealing the warmth of spring.The late plum is resting on the last bit of cold at the end of winter, facing the first wind of early spring, blooming bright red.

Winter is over.

Song Xiao arrived in Beijing in time for the Shangyuan Festival, and went to the palace to face the saint.

The author has something to say: Xuanxuan: Huaihuai, let's not spend every time we meet in bed.

Huaihuai: That's right, you don't have to always have sperm on your head!

Xuanxuan: No, I mean, besides the bed, we can unlock many places.

Huaihuai: ...You just rely on me not wanting to beat you!

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