Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

Rong Hui slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the goose-yellow gauze curtain above his head. He was lying on a bed at this time, and he turned his head to look around the room he was in. There were many rare treasures in the room. Treasure, it seems to be a rich family.

He moved his body, the tearing pain in his abdomen spread to all his limbs, he frowned and stopped moving.

He thought about what happened before he fell into a coma. He and his brothers from the same school were going to Jiangyue Tower to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference. On the way, they encountered a crow with black wings and a white mask that was sucking human spirit, so he chased after it. Going out, chasing to a forest, suddenly there was a thick fog, and I couldn't see. I was accidentally plotted by the crow, and I was seriously injured and passed out.

And who saved him?

"woke up?"

Rong Hui followed the source of the sound and saw a man wearing a purple wide-sleeved cross-collar gown and a golden crown came in from outside. His skin was as white as snow, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he was so beautiful that he didn't look like a mortal.

It was the first time Rong Hui saw such a beautiful man, if he hadn't spoken and his tall figure, he would have thought it was a woman.

He was about to get up in a hurry, but the man in purple came over and sat down on the side of the couch, and pushed him back, "What are you doing, doesn't it hurt?"

Rong Hui had no choice but to lie down obediently, he hurriedly said: "Thank you for saving me, my lord."

The man in purple looked at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Do you want to make a promise with your body?"

A faint blush surfaced on Rong Hui's pale face, after a while, he changed the subject and said, "My surname is Rong, my first name is Hui, I don't know how to call you, Young Master?"

"Yuchen."

Rong Hui called out respectfully, "Young Master Yu."

Yuchen corrected: "It was Yu Xingchen last night, Yu, not the surname."

"What's the young master's name?"

"No last name."

The surnames in this world come from genealogy. Anyone who has parents has a surname, but he said that he has no surname.

Rong Hui looked at Yu Chen who was sitting by the couch, and the other party stared at him unabashedly, which made him a little at a loss, "What, what's wrong?"

Yuchen raised his hand, his slender fingertips brushed across his side face, his fingertips were cold, his whole body tensed up, even the wound didn't feel pain anymore.

He heard Yu Chen say to himself: "It looks exactly the same, even the demeanor is nine points like it."

Rong Hui thought in his heart, could it be that he looks very similar to an old friend of his.

Just as he was about to say something, someone came in from outside, a woman in a blue dress named Hongyan.

Hongyan held a tray in his hand, "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

Yuchen said: "Bring it here."

Hongyan came over with a tray, Yuchen picked up the medicine bowl on the tray, scooped up a tablespoon as if to feed it, Rong Hui hurriedly stood up, "Don't bother me."

Yuchen looked at him, "If you feel that using your hands is an excuse, you can also use your mouth."

Rong Hui's bloodless face was a little flushed by the words of the person in front of him, "No need, I will do it myself."

After that, he took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Hongyan came over to take the bowl, and then said to Yuchen: "Your Majesty, you stayed up all night, go and rest first."

Yuchen glanced at the woman next to him from the corner of his eye, "Hongyan, when will you take care of my work and rest?"

Hongyan said: "Your Majesty was just seriously ill..."

Before Hongyan could finish speaking, Yuchen said, "Go down."

Hongyan hesitated to speak, so he had no choice but to bow, "Yes."

Rong Hui just listened to their conversation, and the woman called Hongyan called Yuchen the emperor, the emperor used to be the title of the emperor, could it be that he is already in another country?

"What are you thinking?" Yu Chen asked.

Rong Hui came back to his senses, looked at the man in front of him who looked like a banished fairy, "Dare to ask, my lord, where is this place?"

"Feather Creek."

This place name is very unfamiliar. Although he grew up in Linxiantai and rarely went down the mountain, he has read a lot of books and knows a thing or two about all parts of the world. He has never heard of this Yulingxi.

He chased a crow all the way into the forest in Luzhou, so this place should not be far from Luzhou.

He asked again: "Is this place still in the border of Luzhou?"

"No."

"That is?"

Yuchen said: "It's just a barren mountain."

Rong Hui listened and listened, suddenly his eyes were a little blurred, a deep sleepiness hit his forehead, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, he forced his eyes to open, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, "I... Can't stop..."

Yuchen pressed his shoulders to make him lie down, "It's the effect of the medicine, you should sleep first."

"Okay." Rong closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yuchen looked at the sleeping man. He had a heroic face, but he was also a gentle person down to the bone. He raised his hand to trace his sword eyebrows, and said helplessly, "I forgot about you!" clean."

At this time, Hongyan said respectfully at the door again: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest."

Yuchen took his hand back, got up and walked towards the door, glanced at Hongyan, somewhat dissatisfied, "Hongyan, what you care about is getting wider and wider."

"The subordinates are also thinking about the king's body."

With a cold face, Yuchen bypassed her and went to his bedroom.

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Ronghui slept very deeply at that time, and had a dream, dreaming that when his mother was still alive when he was four years old.

Since he could remember when he was three years old, his mother was depressed all day long, often staring at the plane tree outside the window in a daze.She once asked him, "Hui'er, do you know why mother named you Hui?"

He shook his head and said he didn't know.

The mother's red eyes were filled with tears, "Because Mother hopes that one day your father will come back."

After that, she bowed her head again, holding her face in her hands and sobbing, "No, he won't come back, he's dead."

Later, his mother entrusted him to the master. When she left, she bent down and said to him, "Hui'er, you will follow your master in the future. I'm going to find your father."

He was still young at that time, and he didn't know what his mother meant by this sentence, and he didn't understand until later.

Rong Hui opened his eyes and woke up from the dream, what happened just now was not a dream, it was real, but it was too long, he couldn't remember it, it was only clear in the dream.

The light yellow gauze curtain was still on top of his head, Rong Hui propped himself up and sat up, the thin silk quilt slipped off his body, he looked left and right, but no one was there.

At that time, he fell into a deep sleep, and began to suspect that the man named Yu Chen he saw yesterday was also the person in his dream.

He lifted the quilt and sat on the side of the couch, and suddenly remembered the injury in his abdomen. He raised his hand to touch it, and it didn't hurt much. He lifted up the obscene clothes and took a look, and the wound was almost healed.

This……

Presumably it was because of the bowl of medicine he drank yesterday.

He stood up and took a few steps, looked left and right, his clothes had gone to nowhere, even if he guessed, he couldn't wear them anymore.He was only wearing obscene clothes, it would be rude to go out like this.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Hongyan came in from the outside, holding a new suit of clothes in his hand.

Rong Hui still remembered her name, and hurriedly cupped his hands, "Miss Hongyan."

Hongyan put that suit of clothes on the couch, "This is a new suit, I asked Xiu Niang to make it according to yours."

"Thank you."

Hongyan put down his clothes, and then said: "Your Majesty said, if you wake up, go to Ziyuan Pavilion to look for him."

Rong recalled the man who looked like a fairy yesterday, he was really curious about him, "Miss Hongyan, may I ask, which country is Mr. Yuchen the king of?"

Hongyan said: "Your Majesty is just the master of this Yulingxi, not some kind of monarch."

"I see."

"You change your clothes first, I'll wait for you outside, and I'll take you to Ziyuan Pavilion later."

Rong responded, "Okay."

After Hongyan went out, Rong Hui changed into the clothes, it was really the same as his previous clothes, even the patterns were removed.

After he changed his clothes, he opened the door and went out, and Hongyan led him to Ziyuan Pavilion.

He followed behind Hongyan. He had been asleep for a long time in the past two days, and he hadn't had time to come out to take a look. Only now did he see the place called Yulingxi clearly. From a distance, it was surrounded by mountains, and the valley was surrounded by a circle. Strictly speaking, the house is built close to the mountain, with scattered pavilions, gurgling water, and many flowers and plants, including purple kites, orchids, and hibiscus. There are not many people, and occasionally one or two maids and servants are seen.

The side of the road leading to the Ziyuan Pavilion is full of purple purple irises. At the end of the path is a pavilion with white gauze hanging around the pavilion. It is faintly visible that there are people inside, and the sound of the piano can be heard from the pavilion.

Hongyan said outside Qingsha: "Your Majesty, people have brought it."

A man's lazy voice came from inside, "Come in."

Hongyan turned around and replied to Rong: "Your Majesty let you in."

Rong Hui nodded to her, then stepped forward to push aside the veil and entered the pavilion.

I saw Yuchen sitting on the floor, with purple robes spread all over the floor, leaning against the short table next to him, with his right elbow resting on the short table to support his side face, and the slender jade fingers of his left hand holding a crystal clear white jade cup, Like the people in the painting.

Rong Hui cupped his hands, "Young Master Yuchen."

Yuchen pointed to the soft cushion opposite with the finger holding the cup, "Sit."

"Thank you."

Yuchen made a gesture towards the man playing the piano in the pavilion, and the man who was playing the piano picked up the piano, bowed and stepped back.

After a while, Hongyan came in with tea, it was for Ronghui, who had just recovered from a serious injury, and he couldn't drink yet.

Occasionally, the wind blows in outside the pavilion, wrapping the gauze and carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

Rong Hui opened his mouth first, "For the past two days, thank you for taking care of me, my lord. I will never forget the kindness of saving my life."

Yuchen turned the white jade cup in his hand, "It doesn't matter if you don't say thank you, you won't promise it with your body."

Rong Hui's ears turned red at first, and then he smiled lightly, thinking he was joking.

Yuchen looked at him and asked, "Are you still used to it here?"

Rong replied: "The scenery here is very beautiful, like a fairyland, it is a good place."

"If you want to live longer, you can."

Rong replied: "Young Master Yuchen's kindness, I accept it wholeheartedly."

Yuchen put down the white jade cup in his hand, picked up the jade bone fan on the low table and opened it, the white fan was painted with purple irises, "Tell me how you feel?"

"I?"

Yuchen shook his fan lightly, "I only know your first and last name, but I don't know where you live and whether you have a wife or children."

Rong Hui hurriedly said: "I'm from Qizhou, a disciple of Linxiantai, and I haven't married a wife yet."

"What a coincidence, I haven't married a wife yet."

Yuchen looked straight at him, and Rong Hui would get distracted every time he looked at him like this, he picked up the teacup on the low table and took a sip of tea to avoid his gaze.

Yuchen put away his fan and propped his chin, "What about the parents?"

Rong Hui was silent for a while, and then squeezed out two words, "Father is dead, mother..."

There was silence in the pavilion for a while, and Rong recalled the dream he had. His mother hadn't come back to him for 20 years, so she must be gone.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from outside the pavilion, "Father!"

A little bun about four or five years old barged in. The little bun was also wearing a purple robe and a small gold crown on his head. He had red lips and white teeth. He was very cute.Seeing Rong Hui, he plunged into his arms, "Daddy, you're awake."

Rong Hui looked at the little bun in his arms, a little at a loss, the little bun raised his head in his arms, "Daddy, Yan'er misses you so much."

Rong Hui looked at the little bun in his arms, and softened his voice, "Young master, you've got the wrong person."

Xiao Baozi's eyes were like those glass beads, and his eyelashes fluttered, "No, Yan'er won't mistake Daddy." Then, he took out a piece of jade from his neck, "This is what Daddy gave me. Yan'er has been wearing it."

Rong Hui had a headache, he looked at Yu Chen, "This young master is..."

With a smile on his face, Yuchen said, "My son."

The author has something to say: Opening the article, I haven’t written pure love for a long time, I want to write a lot of opening speeches, but after thinking about it, I still think it is more practical to give out red envelopes.

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