Xie Heng felt the warmth of Jiang Bozhou's fingers and couldn't control the smile at the corner of his mouth. He likes that Zhouzhou's emotions are tied to his every move, just like what Zhouzhou does also affects his heart.
I can't remember how many years ago it was. Xie Heng saw the young man in black who had just transformed by the lake, and made up his mind to capture him with a net named Wen Wen. But unexpectedly, the prey jumped into the trap and thought it was him who caught the hunter.
"Why are you laughing!" Jiang Bozhou was a little at a loss by Xie Heng's inappropriate laughter. Is now the time to laugh? He is talking about serious things!
"Everyone listens to Zhouzhou." Xie Heng made a double entendre, not only agreeing not to go to Fengzhou, but also promising Jiang Bozhou not to laugh again. The raised corners of his mouth tightened into a straight line, but the smile in his eyes was still bright.
Jiang Bozhou finally realized how misleading his actions at this time were, and he retracted his hand like a thief and carried him behind his back, "Don't think that you can forgive you for calling me like this."
Xie Heng couldn't help but laugh. No matter his temper or status, Zhou Zhou could always make him laugh easily.
Jiang Bozhou said angrily, "We agreed not to laugh."
"Don't smile, don't laugh -" Xie Heng's words and deeds were inconsistent. He comforted Jiang Bozhou verbally, and the smile on his face became deeper. He took a step forward and walked to Jiang Bozhou. The two were only three inches apart.
Like a frightened rabbit, Jiang Bozhou took a few steps back and accidentally fell onto the leg of the chair. Seeing that Jiang Bozhou was about to fall, Xie Heng had quick eyes and quick hands and fished Jiang Bozhou up before he hit the ground.
Xie Heng breathed a sigh of relief. Although his Zhouzhou was not a pampered child, his injuries were unambiguous at all. He had obviously rubbed away the bruise on the back of his shoulder when he fell last time, but Zhouzhou spent double the time. Only then recovered. If Zhouzhou was really injured, he would feel more distressed then.
"Pinch if you want." Jiang Bozhou suddenly said something that made people confused.
"Huh?" Xie Heng tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't know what he was referring to.
Jiang Bozhou's eyes were darting around, and he felt guilty and did not dare to look at Xie Heng's face. He was so angry that he used too much force, leaving an obvious pink fingerprint on Xie Heng's chin.
"Just - forget it!" Jiang Bozhou gave up on himself, grabbed Xie Heng's hand and put it randomly on his face.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" Xie Heng gently scraped Jiang Bozhou's face a few times and held Jiang Bozhou's hand again.
"It's not interesting!" Jiang Bozhou was like a child in front of Xie Heng, getting into a temper whenever he disagreed.
Xie Heng freed up a hand, put it on Jiang Bozhou's chin, and stroked it back and forth slowly and gently, "Is this what Your Majesty means?"
From time to time, there was an itching sensation where his sweetheart's fingers came into contact with the skin. Jiang Bozhou could clearly feel his heartbeat, which kept beating. He had never realized so clearly that he had fallen, and that he was falling in front of him. Xie Heng was unable to get up.
Jiang Bozhou felt like he was possessed by a demon, entrusting all his wealth and life to an illusory relationship like a moth to a flame. This was contrary to his understanding of the past twenty years. A true emperor does not allow weaknesses, but Jiang Bozhou was soberly and deeply aware that he had weaknesses, but he was willing to do so.
As the emperor, Jiang Bozhou knew that he should be ruthless and cut off all factors that could threaten him, but he really couldn't do it. He loved Xie Heng more than the throne that he had worked so hard to obtain since he was a child, and even more than he loved himself.
"Why don't you speak?" Xie Heng approached gently and stopped Jiang Bozhou's retreat with his other hand. Xie Heng still had a clear smile on his face, but Jiang Bozhou felt something was different.
Xie Heng lowered his head and kissed Jiang Bozhou's lips. The bright yellow dragon robe leaned against the blue official uniform, and the faint scent of ambergris nestled in the cold fragrance of slightly astringent herbs. This kiss expressed Xie Heng's feelings for more than two years.
Jiang Bozhou collapsed on Xie Heng and weakly grabbed Xie Heng's sleeves. Has he ever experienced such stimulation? Usually, the two of them kissed each other in the simplest way, with no lips and teeth like they did just now.
"How do you feel, my majesty?" I have to say that Xie Heng has an indescribable bad taste for his Zhou Zhou.
"Not at all!" Jiang Bozhou couldn't help but retort, and as soon as he spoke, he noticed the hoarseness of his voice. Jiang Bozhou was so anxious that he bit Xie Heng's chin with all his strength, and Xie Heng couldn't help but take a breath.
Why does his Zhouzhou like to bite people so much?
Old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added. The combination of pink finger marks and white teeth marks gave Jiang Bozhou an indescribable charm. But this awareness is also a momentary thing.
Jiang Bozhou didn't expect this, and was so anxious that tears almost flowed out, "I didn't want this to happen - Zihuang, I'm sorry." He stretched out his hand to touch the wound, but stopped in mid-air when he was about to touch it, " Does it hurt?"
"What did your Majesty say?" Xie Heng's face was expressionless, and Jiang Bozhou suddenly became panicked.
"Why is your Majesty so stupid?" Jiang Bozhou's familiar clear smile appeared on Xie Heng's face again. He touched his chin, with amusement in his eyes, "I'm just worried that our relationship won't be kept secret."
Jiang Bozhou opened his mouth, but said nothing. This was his selfish intention. He wanted everyone to know that Xie Heng belonged to him. From the moment he brought Xie Heng into the imperial study room, he had expected this result. But the accidental injury to Xie Heng was indeed beyond his expectation.
Seeing his lover's expression, Xie Heng finally calmed down from the worries he had felt since he got the news last night. Xie Heng has this self-confidence. Even though his lover has no memory of the past, he will regard him as the focus of his life just as he loves Chong Zhouzhou.
Since Zhouzhou dared to reveal the news that the two were together, he must be sure to ensure his safety. This happened to mean that the struggle for power had come to an end.
"Don't worry." Jiang Bozhou took the initiative to hold Xie Heng's hand and secretly decided to speed up the next arrangements.
"I believe your Majesty." Xie Heng squeezed Jiang Bozhou's fleshless palm, "Your Majesty is too thin." His hands were also very cold.
"Zihuang is not very healthy either." Jiang Bozhou could guess what Xie Heng wanted to do with just a hair.
This may be Xie Heng's occupational disease. When he catches a sick person, he wants to prescribe a prescription to treat him, regardless of whether he is happy or not. He had only opened a small medical clinic in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River for a few days before his reputation spread. However, the reputation was not good at first. The reason is that Xie Heng always treats no illness as illness, and small problems as big problems, and each one is more serious than the last, which makes no one happy to hear it. But the miraculous thing is that Xie Heng got it right one by one, and the small medical clinic that had been empty for several months suddenly became lively.
Because there were too many patients, Xie Heng couldn't bear to deal with them, so he changed his professional habit of treating people whenever he saw them. But the life in Jingcheng Tai Hospital is really leisurely, so won't the little habits that have been suppressed come back? Jiang Bozhou, who has attracted much attention, is naturally in trouble.
Jiang Bozhou had a really bad life when he was a child. The first time Xie Heng took his pulse, he clearly realized that Jiang Bozhou's health was in bad shape. He looked good from the outside, but apart from Wangchen's poison, he was also very bad inside.
After he ascended the throne, he did not pay attention to his health and never called an imperial doctor for treatment. Perhaps because he was pushed into a pool in winter when he was a child, Jiang Bozhou's body was weak and cold, and his hands and feet were still cold indoors with a stove burning.
"I can eat with your Majesty." Xie Heng was waiting for this sentence. As for what to eat, of course it's medicine to condition the body. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xie Heng really couldn't believe that his arrogant lover, both internally and externally, would secretly throw away the boiled Chinese medicine.
"Don't eat." Jiang Bozhou pushed Xie Heng away with his elbow and sat back on the chair dejectedly. Are Chinese medicines something people take? Why are there such tortured objects in the world? But when he thought about Xie Heng taking bitter and astringent Chinese medicine for two whole years in order to find him, his heart ached terribly.
"This is not something His Majesty will eat if he wants. I want to be with Your Majesty for a long time. Could it be that you don't want to?" How awesome.
However, Jiang Bozhou couldn't appreciate this kind of beauty. Whenever this happened, he always felt a deep sense of disobedience. He always felt that he should be the one who spoke like this.
Jiang Bozhou's guess was indeed good, and Xie Heng learned from him. Whenever he acts coquettishly like this, Xie Heng always expresses his gratitude. Incompetent in thinking, he agreed to many things in a confused way.
By the same token, if Xie Heng spoke like this, Jiang Bozhou would not be able to withstand him.
"How could I not want to?" Jiang Bozhou said, only then did he realize what he had promised.
Xie Heng's mouth was filled with a smile, "You have nothing to say~"
"Get out of here!" Jiang Bozhou's cheeks turned red as he pushed Xie Heng and threw him out the door.
The door of the royal study room was closed tightly. Jiang Bozhou inside the door breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time his heart lifted again. Will Zihuang be angry? He pricked up his ears and listened to the movement outside the door.
Sanbao was really startled by the sudden opening of the door. When he came to his senses, he saw Xie Heng being pushed out by His Majesty.
Jiang Bozhou moved too quickly, and Sanbao couldn't see his face clearly, so he couldn't tell what His Majesty meant.
But Sanbao has lived in this palace for decades and has his own set of strategies for dealing with people. Their majesty has been patient for more than ten years, but once he ascends the throne, he shows off his sharp edge and does whatever he wants. If he is angry, he usually breaks out on the spot. Now that His Majesty has not expressed his position, he can just treat Doctor Xie as usual.
"Doctor Xie have reached an agreement with His Majesty?" Sanbao was still holding the fly whisk, his wrinkled face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
Xie Heng turned around and replied calmly, "That's true."
The tooth mark on Xie Heng's chin fell into San Bao's eyes. Sanbao's pupils dilated, as if he was frightened by something terrible.
"Third Eunuch?" Xie Heng was a little confused when he saw San Bao frozen on the spot.
Sanbao came back to his senses and quickly cleared his mind. Looking at his stupid mind, it turned out that the young couple had a quarrel. Fortunately, he didn't show off to Xie Heng, otherwise when the two reconciled in the future, they would still be the ones who were angered.
"Nothing, where is Doctor Xie going now? Do you need my servant to prepare a sedan chair for you?" Sanbao suggested.
Jiang Bozhou inside the door cursed secretly, cunning old guy.