After being bound by the eating and broadcasting system, I became a heartthrob

After bringing him to the inn, Meng Zhenzhi went straight upstairs and carried him to the door, but hesitated again.

Chu Yu took the opportunity to pat Jiang Xing's head, and quickly said, "He seems to have a fever, let him sleep in my room first."

"No," Meng Zhenzhi refused without blinking his eyes, "Go down and open another room for him."

Chu Yu frowned, not knowing what he was awkward about, "I don't mind, I'd better put him to sleep and go to the doctor."

"I mind," Meng Zhenzhi kicked open the door of his room with a wooden face, threw him on the bed in disgust, and clapped his hands.

Chu Yu tucked the quilt up for Jiang Xing, dipped a handkerchief in water and put it on his head, then gently touched his hot hand, and urged, "Go to the doctor quickly."

Meng Zhenzhi folded his arms at the side, and said sourly, "He can sleep in your bed, but I can't."

Chu Yu,"……"

It happened that Liu Dazhuang who was poking his head at the door was seen by Chu Yu, and Chu Yu hurriedly waved to him, "Brother Dazhuang, can you call a doctor for me? This child seems to be sick."

Liu Dazhuang glanced curiously at the person lying on the bed, wondering who it was, when he heard what Chu Yu said, he turned around and went out to find someone.

Meng Zhenzhi was still talking sarcasticly, "Child? He looks older than you, not a year or two."

Chu Yu ignored him, looked down at the person on the bed, and silently wiped his face with a handkerchief.

After a long time, he lowered his voice and said, "I don't know why, but when I saw him, I thought of my childhood, when my mother and concubine, I was like this too."

Meng Zhenzhi wanted to say something just now, but he shut his mouth suddenly when he heard this sentence.

Chu Yu looked at the pale and thin young man on the bed, his expression was a little dazed, and some vague memories seemed to gradually become clear at this moment.

The day of Zhaoyi's death was also such a heavy snowfall, and Chu Yu fell ill the next day. He was so ill that he could sense that someone was taking care of him, wiping his face and feeding him medicine.

The man's movements were very gentle, and his hands were very warm. It was a life-saving driftwood for Chu Yu when his painful consciousness was ups and downs.

I thought it was Lan Er who was always by his side, but now it seems that that person is not Lan Er.

After many years, Chu Yu could no longer recall any more specific details, but at that time he seemed to smell a faint sandalwood fragrance, which was not very strong, so it made people feel at ease, and it was rare for him to get a good night's sleep.

Thinking of this, he had doubts again for a while.

When it comes to sandalwood, he can only think of one person.

Not daring to continue thinking about it, he soon put these messy thoughts behind him.

Liu Dazhuang quickly invited the doctor from the pharmacy in the town. The doctor gave Jiang Xing a pulse and prescribed a medicine to relieve heat and calm the nerves. After giving the prescription to the waiter in the inn, he quickly grabbed the medicine and boiled it. Then feed him and drink.

In order not to disturb his rest, Chu Yu did not stay in the room, but sent the doctor out with Meng Zhenzhi.

When the two walked downstairs, Chu Yu couldn't help turning his head, and looked strangely at Meng Zhenzhi who hadn't spoken for a long time. Meng Zhenzhi didn't say anything, but just smiled lightly.

Jiang Xing didn't wake up until night, Chu Yu listened to books downstairs as usual at night, but Meng Zhenzhi stayed by the side a few days ago, today was not so good, and he didn't see him at first.

Suddenly there was no one chattering beside him, and Chu Yu was still a little unaccustomed to being quiet, and wanted to ask Liu Dazhuang where he had been, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem to matter to him where he went.

The storyteller was always distracted and couldn't help looking towards Chu Yu, but Chu Yu didn't notice.

After a while, he suddenly remembered that Jiang Xing was still sleeping in Meng Zhenzhi's room, and he had no place to sleep when he came back. Chu Yu finally found a reasonable excuse to go to Liu Dazhuang and ask where he was.

Liu Dazhuang was in the room, rubbing his head blankly, "Open another room? No, no, no, brother Meng said hello to me, and he said he won't be back at night."

Standing outside Liu Dazhuang's room, Chu Yu was stunned for a long time when he heard these words, and after a while, turned around and left expressionlessly.

Without going downstairs again, Chu Yu went straight back to the room and closed the door with a snap.

Liu Dazhuang picked his face inexplicably.

Is this the first time I've seen this guy throwing a tantrum? Is this a quarrel with his Brother Meng?

midnight.

Chu Yu did not fall asleep after turning over a few times, then resigned herself to lying flat on the couch, and opened her eyes.

What happened during the day and all the words he said flashed through his mind over and over again, and finally settled on the last sentence he said to Meng Zhenzhi.

He got up, and there was a pot of cold tea on the table. After he poured a cup and drank it, he felt that his mind was much clearer.

The room was a little stuffy, and it would be disturbing to go out at this time, so Chu Yu went to the window, trying to prop it up for some air.

The night was as cold as water, and as soon as the window was opened, the cold wind poured in, and he shivered from the cold.

The creaking of the window was extra abrupt in this silent night, but fortunately, no one was disturbed by this sound, even the dog in the yard whimpered and continued to sleep soundly.

His window is facing the backyard of the inn. Usually there are a few tables and chairs here for day laborers to drink tea here. There was actually one person sitting.

After a while, Chu Yu said to himself, "This man is crazy."

He closed the window softly, turned around and went back to the room. After opening the door, he remembered something, and tiptoed back to the room again, taking a thick shawl.

Meng Zhenzhi was sitting in the yard, staring at the dead trees and the moon outside the yard in a daze.

It was too cold in the winter night, he put his hands in his sleeves, and there was a jug of wine that had not been warmed for a long time on the table next to him, but it should not be long before it would freeze.

Before it was frozen, he unscrewed the gourd and took a few sips.

There was a creaking sound from the chaimen at the back, and there was a sound of footsteps, and a person stood beside him.

Meng Zhenzhi raised his eyes to look at him, but before he could see who was coming, a fluffy shawl fell off his head and face. He quickly pulled it off and wrapped it around his body, squinting his eyes at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu saw that he had a relaxed face, and he was not angry. She was afraid of waking him up, so she asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Moon admiring."

Chu Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the dog lying at his feet, and the messy firewood piled around him, took a deep breath, and asked patiently, "Here?"

Meng Zhenzhi buried half of his face in his waistcoat, took a deep breath, and said vaguely, "With the moon in my heart, it's the same wherever I look. The important thing about enjoying the moon is not the location, but the person who admires the moon."

What he said was so convincing that Chu Yu laughed angrily.

He took his hand, "Come to bed with me."

Meng Zhenzhi lazily slumped on the chair, motionless. After a while, when he pulled, Chu Yu fell on top of him. He pulled the shawl away and took the opportunity to wrap both of them in it.

Chu Yu,"……"

Meng Zhenzhi leaned closer to his ear, and spit out warm breath on Chu Yu's face, staining it red, "I was wrong during the day, I apologize to you."

Chu Yu was about to struggle, but after hearing his words, she suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, he muffled, "I didn't blame you."

Meng Zhenzhi shook his head and said sincerely, "My mother has been very fond of me since I was a child. My father is a good man who listens to my mother in everything and never ignores me. I can't understand your feelings. I was the one who was rude at the time. I made you feel uncomfortable, sorry."

Chu Yu was silent for a moment, then laughed dumbly and said, "Is it because you didn't come back all night?"

Meng Zhenzhi rubbed the back of his head, "That's right."

He took out a small and exquisite hair button from his pocket, "It was originally intended to be given to you tomorrow, but since you found out, I will give it to you now."

He gently combed Chu Yu's soft hair with his hands, and tied it with a hair crown, "This is for you."

Other than Lan'er and his mother, no one else had ever tied his hair. Chu Yu felt awkwardly at the button of his hair, "I thought you went somewhere to drink again."

Meng Zhenzhi suddenly turned serious, "What? Is this the kind of person in the hearts of His Highness the Sixth Prince?"

Chu Yu nodded, looked at his depressed expression, and suddenly laughed, "Is the wine so delicious? I tasted it once, and I think it's nothing more than that."

Meng Zhenzhi put his head on his hands, thought for a while, and said, "I can't tell, I just think about it, besides drinking, there seems to be nothing else to do. It's good that you don't have to see the world clearly when you're drunk."

Chu Yu lowered his eyes and said casually, "I think you see things more clearly than most."

Meng Zhenzhi sighed, "Perhaps."

He raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yu, who was sitting on his lap, playing with his fingers boredly, and said in a complicated and half-joking tone, "If you say I can't see clearly."

Chu Yu waited for a long time, but said nothing more.

Suddenly, a jug was handed to his mouth, and he looked up at Meng Zhenzhi in puzzlement.

Meng Zhenzhi smiled and said, "At this time, the second prince can't control you anymore."

Chu Yu was really curious.

He stared at the jug for a long while, but in the end he couldn't hold back the temptation and let Meng Zhenzhi feed him a few mouthfuls.

After drinking a few sips of strong shochu, it was like swallowing a ball of fire, and the burned limbs and bones were all entangled. Chu Yu frowned uncomfortably, and felt a little dizzy after a while.

Meng Zhenzhi drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, lowered his eyes and looked at him silently.

I didn't expect to get drunk after getting so much, the child was blushing, leaning against his chest, frowning uneasily, extra cute.

He stroked his hair and comforted him softly, "Sleep, I'll take you back later."

Finally calmed down, Chu Yu fell asleep leaning on his chest, and not long after, only the sound of his even breathing was left.

I don't know how long I watched, Meng Zhenzhi wrapped the man with the waistcoat that Chu Yu brought, and wanted to hug him, when he heard that the man seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and he grabbed his sleeve extremely uneasily, whispering Shouted a few times, "Second Emperor Brother."

"........"

Meng Zhenzhi's movements paused, and he didn't know how long it was before he laughed at himself.

Holding him up, he got up and left.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the last lantern that was flickering on and off was also extinguished.

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Second brother's victory! (beaten)