Winter hunting is the grand ceremony of the country, the scale is large, the accompanying team is as many as 10,000 people, leaving Xie Yanlin to stay in Beijing.

The team traveled, and it took nearly a day to arrive at the enclosure palace, and the camps were surrounded by each camp, and the hunt officially began tomorrow.

After tossing for a day, Ji Yuantong was resting in the hall with his eyes closed, and the hedge came in quietly with a bowl of hot soup, gently put the food table on the table, and went around to the back to reach out, when Ji Yuantong pinched his wrist.

She opened her eyes and frowned.

The hedge immediately bowed, "The slave had no intention of disturbing the emperor's rest, but seeing that the emperor was tired, he wanted to massage the emperor's relief." ”

Ji Yuntong didn't eat this, "Can't help it?" ”

The hedge raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of involuntary and longing, "The slave will never do anything to murder the emperor, the slave just wants to live, and I hope that the emperor will be pitiful." ”

Ji Yuntong seemed to be looking at him, but he was actually listening to the movement outside.

In order to create an opportunity for the hedge, he transferred Qiaosheng away from him, which was really painstaking.

She suddenly coughed violently, as if she was about to cough out all her internal organs, her face turned pale, and physiological tears forced out between her eyebrows and eyes.

Hedge panicked, "Diji, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ji Yuntong waved her hand, she couldn't control the itching in her throat, and then picked up the soup brought in by the hedge and took a sip, which made her feel more comfortable.

In this short period of time, his face suddenly turned a little pale, and the whole person curled up, "Cold." ”

The hedge immediately got up and brought a big coat and put it on Ji Yuantong's body, "Emperor Ji, why don't you call the imperial doctor to take a look at you?" ”

"No, it's an old problem." Ji Yuntong was a little resistant to calling the imperial doctor, and she wrapped the big coat on her body tightly, "What about Qiaosheng?" ”

The hedge lowered his eyes: "I didn't see Miss Qiaosheng when the slave came." ”

Ji Yuntong slowly lowered his eyelids, "The weather is cold and tiring, the palace is tired, you can retreat." ”

Hedge begged, "Emperor, let the slaves guard you, right?" ”

There was no response, the hedge looked up at Ji Yuantong, and saw that the person seemed to be asleep, and knelt forward two steps and called softly: "Emperor? ”

Confirming that Ji Yuntong was really asleep, a thoughtful touch crossed his hedge.

He glanced at the hot soup that had been drunk by Ji Yuantong, got up and cleaned up the back end lightly, and soon came back empty-handed, and after making the stove in the hall burn more vigorously, he quietly knelt in front of the collapse to guard the sleeping Ji Yuantong.

This is what Qiao Sheng saw when she returned, and she didn't say anything but waved at the hedge to signal him to come out.

"Why are you here?"

The hedge timidly replied: "Sister Qiaosheng, the emperor seems to have made an old mistake, she coughed badly just now, and she refused to call the imperial doctor to come and see ......."

He bit his lower lip, "The slave is afraid that the emperor will wake up and need someone to serve him, so he is guarding the side." ”

"Oh." Qiao Sheng looked at the hedge distrustfully, "You really didn't do anything else?" ”

"Nope!" Hedge immediately denied it, and then honestly confessed, "I just brought a bowl of hot soup from the kitchen, and Emperor Ji only took a sip." ”

Qiao Sheng twisted his eyebrows, "Don't make your own decisions in the future, you can step down." ”

The hedge secretly glanced at the hall, and his eyes were reluctant, but he still obediently retreated.

Qiao Sheng entered the hall and closed the door tightly, and Ji Yutong opened his eyes at this time.

"Your ...... Emperor"

Ji Yuntong put his index finger on his lips and silently "shhh

Qiao Sheng immediately realized, "Are you awake?" But feeling unwell? ”

Mao Dun Literature