"Not this time."

No?

This was a bit unexpected by Fang Tianyou.

The oily-haired staff member was slightly stunned, and then said, "So, it's-"

His tone unconsciously raised, halfway high, and stumbled coldly.

Then he subconsciously lifted his eyelids and swept around several times, coughed lightly, and lowered his voice into a line uncomfortably, and then tried to explore the tunnel, "Your Majesty?" ”

An Dinghou lifted his eyelids leisurely, "Do you think Your Majesty will find me unhappy?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, the little one just looks at Hou Ye as if he is ......" Fang Tianyou gave him this unusual description that made him break out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously blurted out a belly full of manuscripts.

Halfway through his words, he was stared at the corners of his forehead, but he suddenly felt a blessing to his heart, and his voice changed, "Master Hou, the little one has ordered someone to prepare wine and food, all of which are dishes that Master Hou likes, do you want to-"

As soon as these words came out, Pei Yi finally withdrew his eyes and said "hmm" half-lukewarmly.

Without waiting for Fang Tianyou to ask more, he exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired, and leaned heavily on the cushion behind him.

"Today, I'm a little tired, let's go back to the house."

Fang Tianyou immediately responded sharply, stopped his mouth in time with a very good look, and didn't say anything more - he felt that An Dinghou had something in his heart, but he didn't know what it was.

But since Pei Yi didn't say it, he must have his own reason.

The fat powder on Fang Tianyou's skin tasted very thick, but it did not affect the clarity of his heart at all, and he knew very well what to say and what not to say.

sent away the hot potato of Andinghou, and Song Yuxun didn't plan to go back to the study.

From the moment he saw the little palace maid beside the queen stumbling towards the main hall, his heart, which had always been unfazed, was suddenly pulled out of his throat.

His Majesty always looks indifferent and calm when Mount Tai collapses in front of him, but now he suddenly shows such a side, which really scares the little palace maid.

While crying, he grabbed the corner of his skirt and ran to Qiwu Palace, and he didn't care about wiping it for a while, and his snot and tears were piled up on his cuffs.

The person who was supposed to lead the way turned into a tail.

When Song Yuxun pushed the door in, he happened to see Mianmian leaning on the head of the bed, her lips and face turned white into a piece of paper, and under the splendid and complicated skirt, a looming delicate figure was outlined.

He moved so lightly that he could barely hear the door.

But Mianmian seemed to feel a small cold wind sticking through the crack in the door, so she immediately tensed up and sat up, and her barely calm face instantly turned to horror.

The imperial doctor thought that some kind of little palace maid or chamberlain who didn't have long eyes came to disturb, but he was a little impatient for a while, raised his eyebrows and glared at him, and a "tsk" stuck between his lips and teeth, almost overflowing.

Unexpectedly, when he looked up, a wisp of bright yellow suddenly passed in front of him.

Through a layer of dim old eyes, the old lady who was over sixty years old saw the person clearly, and was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground suddenly, and quickly choked the complaint that was about to come out in her throat.

Song Yu took three steps and made two steps to the edge of the couch, and the moment his eyes swept over Mianmian's blue and black circles, he suddenly turned into two long knives, cutting through the void air, and rushed towards everyone in the hall.

The old lady doctor never expected that His Majesty, who was in the morning court, would come so soon, and silently clutched a cold sweat in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh a little, and he almost wanted to kneel down and beg Master Zu for forgiveness.

Forgive him for having an empty stomach full of economy, as a sincere doctor who should have made dry bones and flesh with the heart of hanging pots to help the world, but he could only survive in this boxy palace wall.

Bending your waist for five buckets of rice is really undignified.

After repenting like this for a while, the old lady felt a lot better, and decisively weakened her knees and was about to kneel.

Song Yuxun turned his back to him, turned around and sat on the edge of the couch, and waved his hand lightly, "Go out and wait, I'll ask you later." ”

So the old lady was busy rolling, and she was full of luck when she escaped.

Several palace maids behind him looked at their noses and noses, lined up in a row in fear, and followed out against the wall, not forgetting to close the door intimately.

The mother of a country didn't seem to expect him to come, and her frightened look hung on her face, and it took a long time to fade a little, and the remaining part converged into the corners of her eyes, not completely digested.

Her sharp and thin chin like an awl was firmly nailed to her chest, and under the luxurious splendid palace dress, she was wrapped in a handful of extremely thin bones.

"Did you eat well in the morning?"

Song Yuxun asked softly, casually raising his hand to stroke the few strands of shredded hair on her face.

"Eat."

Mian leaned softly against the head of the bed and nodded her chin softly.

"What did you eat?"

Mianmian raised her eyelids and stared at him with a blank stare

- Not so much looking at him, but looking at some empty place in the air in a daze.

Song Yuxun grabbed her shoulders, slowly helped her into his arms, and asked more gently, "Drink red bean porridge?" ”

It's like waking up from a dream," ...... Oh...... Red bean porridge. ”

Song Yuxun smiled, "Did you also eat the steamed buns stuffed with bean paste?" ”

He paused word by word, extremely gently, and his tone was dyed with a relaxed smile.

As he spoke, Song Yuxun straightened her body so that she could lean on her chest, and then took out a free hand and took out a bright yellow brocade handkerchief from her chest and stroked the corner of her lips.

When I rubbed it gently, it was a faint, almost empty red.

"The corners of the mouth are not wiped clean, just like a child." He hung the stained Jinpa back on his waist without changing his face, "Eat more these days, you have lost a lot of weight recently." ”

As he spoke, Song Yuxun stretched out two fingers and silently held her thin white wrist.

The palace lamps in the Qiwu Palace have been lit day and night for many years, and the candles suddenly shoot out through the lampshades.

After all these hours in the upper study, it was the first time that he was able to see her face carefully.

After a few days of not seeing her, Mianmian's already not very plump body has lost weight again, and the circles under her eyes and the corners of her mouth are a little blue.

She looked at him at the moment, and the spirit was clearly barely hung by fear and nervousness.

The spirit is an illusion that is forced, and it is afraid that it is an empty scene.

Silently, sitting softly, like a clean and beautiful fake flower.

After a while, she suddenly blinked her eyes slightly, and a slight ripple finally appeared under her dark eyelashes.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, and she seemed to be trapped in a dream, and everything was Song Yuxun's illusion that she was alone.

And she really woke up.

“...... Your Majesty? She let out a soft cry, as if there was doubt in her eyes.

Then he was about to get up and salute, and the words he was familiar with came as soon as he opened his mouth, "The concubine doesn't know Your Majesty'......"

"Okay, it's just you and me here, and there are no outsiders." Song Yuxun gently pinched her fingers and smiled comfortingly, "No need to be formal." ”

Mianmian tightened his face violently, not relaxing at all because of his words.

Her pale and even slightly blue lips were tightly pursed into a thin line, and she stopped talking for a while, as if she wanted to say something.

In the end, nothing was said.

Song Yuxun didn't delve into her, and only calmly held her elbow.

The next moment, his warm and slender fingertips slid down her wrists, wrapping her thin fingers into a ball and clenching them in the palm of her palms very naturally, "I got off the morning court and came to see you." ”

It is said in ancient books that people are prone to cold hands and feet when they are short of qi and blood.

For many years, there has almost never been a time when there is qi and blood, and a pair of slender jade hands are as cold as three feet of ice.

Song Yuxun easily held her fingertips and rubbed them repeatedly in his palm.

"It's me who is not good."

In front of her, the young son of heaven naturally put down the title of "I".

He sighed and said, "There have been a lot of things going on in the past few days, and I haven't come to see you much." ”

Mianmian blinked her eyes, and after a moment of her eyes, she gently tugged at the corner of her lips.

Her eyebrows and eyes were already slender and soft, the kind of deep clear water that was moistened in the jasper hall, and when the corners of her eyes were gently raised, they seemed to contain the rippling waves of the whole spring.