The inner chamber fell silent for a long time.

Ji Moxiu absentmindedly stroked his hair with his fingers, his eyebrows and eyes were silent, and the color of his eyes was constantly changing, as if he was thinking.

As time passed, Ji Liangchen's eyes became more and more lonely as snow.

Sure enough, there was no expectation, and there was no disappointment.

Uncle Huang rarely made a promise, he should probably show a little touch, but the strength and domineering in his bones will never fade into existence, if his gentleness is only based on the premise that he is sick and weak, then Ji Liangchen would rather never enjoy such gentleness.

"What do you want?" Ji Moxiu lowered his eyes, staring at his sad and elegant face, feeling a feeling of something precious slowly slipping through his fingers, this feeling made him feel a little flustered.

I remembered the sudden pain in my heart when I saw his weak illness last night, and remembered the results of the doctor's diagnosis, the body bones were very weak, the body was weak due to excessive fatigue, the liver qi was stagnant, the qi and blood were insufficient, the limbs were weak, typhoid fever and high fever, and the pharynx was congested

Ji Moxiu suddenly realized that during the time he spent with him, this child was actually not doing well at all.

Otherwise, how could his body be so weak?

Where did his liver qi stagnation come from?

Typhoid fever and pharyngeal congestion are also due to their own brutality and deliberate disregard

The old doctor's words seemed to echo in his ears, "Even if the child is ignorant and makes a mistake, there should be a limit to punishment." ”

But Ji Moxiu couldn't think of it at all at this time, what mistake did this docile young man make and need to be treated like this by himself?

He is just a little gentle, kind, a little more generous, a little more affectionate, too submissive, if these are wrong, then this world, should it be the world of the wicked?

Ji Moxiu's thin lips gradually tightened, not only did he not know the severity of his actions, but also trampled on this young man's full of emotions, and even destroyed them with his own hands

Ji Moxiu stretched out his hand and uncontrollably hugged the young man into his arms again, the force was unconsciously a little bigger, as if he wanted to embed him in his body, "As long as you say, I will do it, okay?" ”

Ji Liangchen was startled, unable to believe what he heard in his ears.

was tightly bound by an iron arm in his hard chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat of Uncle Huang, it seemed to be beating very quickly, Uncle Huang is out of control?

The imperial uncle, who has always been calm and indifferent, actually has such a rapid heartbeat.

Ji Liangchen thought in a daze, but he heard the deep voice of his imperial uncle constantly coming from his ears, "Chen'er, I was not good before, you are right, no matter how much medicine you drink, it will not be worth the harm caused to you by this king, and the doctor who came to see you yesterday also said the same thing, I reflected on it carefully"

Reflection?

Ji Liangchen's mouth opened wide, his expression was a little sluggish, Uncle Huang would actually reflect?

These two words came out of his mouth, and he was more shocked than he was when he said, "This king is wrong."

Uncle Huang, who has always been omnipotent, can be rectified by a little mistake of others, and he has to be grateful to him, and he never thinks that there is anything wrong with his decision, but he actually said "reflection" in person?

What gloom, what loss, what sadness and helplessness, all of them are thrown out of the clouds at this time.

The only feeling left of Ji Liangchen is horror.

His imperial uncle, can't he be stimulated by something, right? But what is there in this world that can stimulate his family's powerful imperial uncle?

"Dust." Ji Moxiu frowned, let go of his hand slightly, and looked at the young man who had been silent in his arms, "Are you still blaming me in your heart?" ”

Ji Liangchen raised his head and looked at the angular and somewhat cold face of his imperial uncle, and his heart swelled with strong and deep love.

He couldn't deceive himself, no matter how ruthlessly Uncle Huang ignored him, he still couldn't help but love him, just seeing this face, he had a feeling of peace of mind and dependence.

Although peace of mind is often accompanied by heartache and dependence, he often feels helpless, but he still can't convince himself that he is ruthless.

If, at this time, there is a chance to improve their relationship, they don't have to separate, and they can make their situation better in the future, why can't he give it a try? Or, what awaits him in front of him is not necessarily a cliff, but a temple of happiness

Thoughts flashed in his heart, and Ji Liangchen said tentatively: "What Uncle Huang said is true? In the future, no matter how willful, arrogant, and playful I am, Uncle Huang will no longer lose his temper with me, nor will he punish me? ”

Seeing that he was finally willing to take care of himself, Ji Moxiu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and nodded affirmatively, "This king promises." ”

"No matter what kind of unreasonable demands I make, Uncle Huang will not refuse?" Ji Liangchen asked again.

Ji Moxiu still nodded.

"Uncle Huang will always love me, spoil me, indulge me, and be obedient to me?"

Docile and obedient?

Ji Moxiu was silent for a moment, and seeing that Ji Liangchen's face was about to change again, he hurriedly responded with a ghost, "Well, it's all right." ”

So easy to talk to?

Ji Liangchen felt a little unreal, it felt like a dream.

He frowned slightly, "Uncle Huang, can you let me pinch it?" I felt like I was dreaming. ”

The corners of Ji Moxiu's mouth twitched, because of his rare naivety, three black lines uncontrollably descended from his head.

Speechless for a moment, he said lightly: "Pinch." ”

After receiving the answer, Ji Liangchen raised his hand and really pinched his face, "Does it hurt?" ”

The corners of Ji Moxiu's mouth twitched, "It doesn't hurt." ”

That bit of strength is not as good as a cat scratch, and it doesn't even tickle for him, how can it hurt?

Ji Liangchen's expression darkened, "It seems that he is really dreaming." ”

Ji Moxiu: ""

Twenty-five-year-old young man, don't you suddenly go back to your childhood, is it really stupid last night?

Ji Moxiu stretched out his hand to probe his head, paused, and calmly withdrew his hand: "It's already feverish, don't talk nonsense." ”

When the words fell, Ji Liangchen's expression froze.

Not really a dream?

Ji Liangchen thought about it and felt that he should make some requests in time to verify his promise.

But at this time, his body is too weak and weak, and he can't do anything, and the emperor probably won't let him get out of bed, so what should he ask for?

After racking his brains and thinking about it for a long time, Ji Liangchen finally thought of a question that was most important to him and made him uneasy.

"Uncle Huang."

Ji Moxiu snorted.

"How much weight do I occupy in Uncle Huang's heart?" He spoke slowly, holding his eyes to hide the nervousness in his eyes, "Is Uncle Huang's bottom line important, or am I important?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Ji Moxiu's expression stiffened a little again.

After a while, he slowly hugged him tightly, and his deep voice no longer had any hesitation, firm and powerful, "Chen'er is the most important existence in my heart, and it used to be that this king was too stupid to stick to the bottom line, and he will never be again." ”