Bully

In the deep night, Rong Shang suddenly woke up from his dream, and reached out to touch the little emperor.Feeling the warmth of Ming Chuan's body and breathing lightly, his heart fell to the ground.Ming Chuan was lying beside him. Because of this serious illness, his complexion was severely weakened, and he often couldn't sleep well at night.Such a light move by Rong Shang woke him up.

"What's wrong?" Ming Chuan asked.

Rong Shang said: "I dreamed...it's nothing, you go to sleep."

"I'm a little thirsty." Ming Chuan said.

Rong Shang went down and poured a glass of water, and fed it to his mouth, the warm tea flowed down his throat.Ming Chuan felt a little more comfortable, and lay down again.

It was dim inside the tent, Ming Chuan could only see Rong Shang's figure, but not his face.

"Aren't you going to sleep? Or is it time to go to court?"

"It's still early." Rong Shang sat up and rolled the quilt for him, and said, "I'll watch you sleep."

Ming Chuan then lay down beside Rong Shang, with his hands in Rong Shang's.Rong Shang leaned against the head of the bed, watching Ming Chuan slowly fall asleep.

When Ming Chuan woke up the next day, Rong Shang had already left, and there were still many things that he needed to take care of in the previous court.After eating too early, Yan Ke brought medicine.

Suddenly hearing some Sanskrit sounds from outside, Ming Chuan asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Ke said: "The national teacher asked Master Wushi to chant scriptures and pray for His Majesty in Baohua Hall."

"Strange." Ming Chuan said: "Doesn't the national teacher not believe in these things?"

"These things are not good," Yan Ke said: "Your Majesty was kidnapped by traffickers in the spring, and fell into the water a few days ago. Why are these bad things only in the year of the crown? It is a bit mysterious." of."

Ming Chuan said with a smile: "Master Wu Shi also said that my fate is not good."

"Your Majesty's auspicious person and celestial appearance will surely turn bad luck into good fortune." Yan Ke comforted.

Ming Chuan smiled and said, "I remember, it was you who saved me."

"The slave shouldn't have let His Majesty fall into the water, so how dare he take credit for it?"

"It was an accident, no wonder." Ming Chuan remembered something and asked, "How is Concubine Shen?"

Yan Ke paused, and said: "Concubine Shen intended to murder His Majesty, and committed suicide two days ago in fear of crime."

Ming Chuan was taken aback, "Dead?"

"Originally, the national teacher just asked Concubine Shen to kneel down to pray for His Majesty. Later, seeing that His Majesty is not good, Concubine Shen is afraid, so..." Yan Ke did not want to say more, and said: "Your Majesty has just recovered from a serious illness, why bother?" Worrying about these things? Concubine Shen's murder of His Majesty is a serious crime against the Nine Clans. Not implicating Concubine Shen's mother's family is already merciful of His Majesty and the National Teacher.

Mingchuan sighed slightly, and said, "It was just an accident."

After the court, Rong Shang went back to Zichen Hall, Ming Chuan was on the couch by the window, depressed.

Rong Shang summoned Yan Ke and asked him how much food His Majesty had taken, whether the medicine was taken on time, and so on.Yan Ke answered one by one, and finally said: "Your Majesty asked about Concubine Shen."

Rong Shang glanced at him and asked, "What did you say?"

"Your Majesty asked me, I will not lie to him."

Rong Shang seemed to sneer, and stepped into the inner room.

"Why are you depressed?" Hearing the voice, Ming Chuan turned his head.

Rong Shang sat beside him and touched his hands and feet.

"The medicine is so bitter, how can I be happy." Ming Chuan said: "It was originally agreed to go out of the palace on Qixi Festival, but now I can't."

"I still want to go out of the palace." Rong Shang said: "I can't wait to lock you up in the Zichen Palace so that no one can see you. Naturally, no one can hurt you."

"That can't be done." Ming Chuan said: "In Zichen Palace, I'm going to be bored to death."

"That's why I asked Wu Shi to stay in the palace." Rong Shang said, "If you find it boring, why don't you call him over and talk to you?"

"So it's because of this." Ming Chuan said with a smile, "I really thought you believed Wu Shi's words."

Rong Shang smiled, neither saying yes nor no.

Ming Chuan said again: "I heard that during the few days when I was in a coma, you made the ministers wait in court every day, causing panic. Now that I'm healed, do I have to show my face?"

"If you don't want to, don't go."

"Then what's the matter?" Ming Chuan said: "Going to sit on the dragon chair can stop so many gossips, why not do it."

Rong Shang didn't say anything, and leaned forward to kiss Ming Chuan's forehead, "Good morning."

Ming Chuan took a nap at noon, as if he was caught in a nightmare. When Yan Ke woke him up, Ming Chuan's clothes were soaked with sweat.

"What did Your Majesty dream about?" Yan Ke asked while waiting for him to take a bath.

"I dreamed about Concubine Shen." Ming Chuan said: "The first time I saw her was in Putuo Temple, a girl's house in Cardamom's youth..." Ming Chuan didn't continue, but his face was somewhat melancholy.

Only at this time did Yan Ke feel a little regretful, feeling that he shouldn't have told Concubine Ming Chuan Shen about it.

The author says:

A very short chapter, let's use it as a transitional chapter