After Gu Lingfeng and Gu Lingtian and his party left, under the lonely and cold moonlight, Qingchen reluctantly got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body indifferently. He raised his chin and turned to the direction of Changyuan Palace. A cold curve gradually condensed on the corner of his mouth. The shock on his face instantly disappeared, and it changed into a chill full of eyes. The air around him seemed to be condensed.
Under the moonlight, the light dust is covered with silver light, and dust is flying all over the body, reflecting the bright moonlight like silver powder.
The embarrassment just now seemed to be just an illusion. He stroked his sleeves and turned around and walked back to Xuanyang Palace.
His back is upright and his demeanor is extraordinary.
Back at Xuanyang Palace, Qingchen gently pulled open Yanzhi’s door and walked quietly to Yanzhi’s side, fearing that he would disturb him.
Yanzhi was still asleep, the hard lines on his nose cast a shadow on his face, and his agile eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if something painful was happening in a dream.
Qingchen felt ache in his heart, so he got up and went to the kitchen to deliver medicine to Yan Zhi.
He held down the medicine furnace on the fire with bare hands. The hot stove quickly burned his hand, but he didn’t even frown.
Qingchen lowered his head and looked at his burning red hands, thinking.
When he came to Yanzhi’s room with the medicine bowl that had filled the medicine for the second time, Yanzhi was awake and was struggling to look at him.
Qingchen hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Yanzhi, don’t move around, lie down quickly.”
Yanzhi then retracted his quilt obediently.
Qingchen stirred the brown-red medicine juice in the bowl, scooped a spoonful and put it on his mouth and blew it gently, dissipating the heat, and then took a sip and tried the temperature before sending the medicine spoon to Yan Zhi’s mouth.
Yanzhi drank it and felt warm in his heart.
Qingchen fed Yan a spoonful of medicine again, and when he raised his hand, Yan Zhi saw his hot and red little hand.
I saw through the sleeves that looked like blue and purple scars on his white arms.
Yan Zhi grabbed his wrist violently and tried very hard.
The spoon in Qingchen’s hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. He anxiously wanted to pull out his arm and kept dodging Yan Zhi’s gaze.
Ke Yanzhi had already lifted his sleeves, and the terrifying scars were exposed to the sight of the two.
Yan Zhi raised his head, his hands began to tremble constantly, and his voice almost squeezed out from his teeth, “How did you make yourself like this? Did the eldest prince and the third prince do it?”
Seeing Qingchen nodding his head weakly, Yan Zhi sighed with a bitter smile, and the blue veins on his forehead stormed, “I have told you all, why are you still…”
Qingchen raised his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a vast sea of stars in his eyes, and a light shining slightly.
He looked at Yan word by wordZhidao: “Because, I’m really angry. They made you look like this. I’m really angry.”
After saying that, his eyes began to turn red slightly. He pretended to bend down to pick up fragments of the spoon, and did not reveal his eyes. He comforted Yanzhi softly: “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt at all. Basically, there is no feeling. You don’t have to worry.”
Yanzhi looked at him like this, and his heart was overturned.
Qingchen picked up the fragments and stood up with his expression back to normal, but his tone was still a little unnatural: “Yanzhi, have a good rest, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After saying that, he picked up the half-empty medicine bowl on the table and left the room.
Yan Zhi’s expression is complicated and his mood is mixed.
When he met Qingchen, all his principles were discounted, and he could not make up his mind for some things.
Yan Zhi sighed heavily and closed his eyes tiredly.
Forget it, let it go, let it go.
At the time of Liji, the emperor went down to the Xuanyang Palace directly. Qingchen hurriedly went out to greet him: “My son welcomes the father to arrive.”
The emperor raised his hand to show his body flat, and Qingchen immediately stood up and followed the emperor.
The emperor walked into Xuanyang Palace and said, “Is this Xuanyang Palace comfortable to live in?”
Qingchen replied respectfully, “When I say goodbye, the terrain here is very good, gentle and nourishing, and my son lives well. Thank you for your care.”
The emperor nodded lightly, looked around the palace, and smiled with Qingchen, “I thought you had some good repairs, but I didn’t expect it to be the same as before. It’s good, I’m a frugal person.”
Qingchen nodded with a smile.
The emperor bent down and sat on the stool. Qingchen hurriedly
He handed over a cup of tea. The emperor took it lightly, lifted up the lid, skimmed the floating leaves on it, and sniffed it lightly. After a long time, he drank a few more sips, and said strangely: “The taste of this tea is really strange and hard to find. Did Chen’er, you brew it?”
Qingchen nodded and said: “It was made by Erchen. I know that my father was busy with all his life and was exhausted, so he fell into the root of a headache.”
“I added some cassia seeds and peony petals to the Xuejian Tea, which can clear the heart and eyesight and relieve fatigue.”