Queen, I am dressing for you

Chapter 4 Smile

Xi Yazhu had diarrhea, vomiting, and low-grade fever.

An Junchen didn't know what mood he used to accept the disease that was pouring into his ears, and he just fell into a daze!

Bu Huo saved everything, he used lightness kung fu and hurried over, and when he landed in the Zhuxuan Hall, he saw Little Changzi outside beating his hands in a hurry, and when he saw An Junchen, he immediately lowered his body in joy When you go down, you have to salute.An Junchen raised his hand to help him, and asked straight to the point: "What's going on! Didn't it work well before!"

"This..." Xiao Changzi lowered his eyebrows, bowed his body, hesitated before trying to answer, but saw the impatient An Junchen brushing past him and rushing in.

When Xi Yazhu's slightly tired face came into his eyes, An Junchen was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He went directly to the bedside, held Xi Yazhu's burning hand, and asked eagerly, "What's going on."

The imperial doctor withdrew his hands respectfully, and saluted An Junchen: "Return to the emperor, Mr. Xi has a fever caused by improper diet. The old minister will prescribe a prescription for Mr. Xi to remove the fire. After a few days, the chief custodian regained his spirit."

"Don't go soon!"

"Yes, the old minister will leave."

"Come back!" Glancing at Xi Yazhu, who had half-closed eyes, An Junchen gritted his teeth and asked, "What did he eat wrong, and why did he become like this, can we find out."

As soon as the questioning ended, the imperial doctor trembled. After hesitating for a while, Fang panicked and said, "Master Xi is suffering from a lot of illnesses because he ate too much spicy food and his throat couldn't bear the heat. Your Majesty, old minister I dare to say a word of consolation, Mr. Xi grew up in the south all year round, and he is not used to spicy food, and he eats too much all of a sudden, his stomach can't stand it, please bear with me, Your Majesty."

A muffled thunder exploded in his ears, and An Junchen was stunned.

It turns out that Xi Yazhu's accident was caused by herself...

Feeling hot in the palm of the hand, shaking his body, he saw Xi Yazhu hold his hand with difficulty, shook his head and said lightly: "None of your business."

The whole face was pale and pale, but it took only one morning, and Xi Yazhu became so ill, why didn't An Junchen feel distressed.

Annoyed at what he had done, An Junchen hammered his thigh and said bitterly: "It's all my fault! Ya Zhu, since you can't eat it, why don't you say it!"

Slightly startled, Xi Yazhu shook his head weakly: "You are the emperor."

How did he forget it!Here, he is the emperor, saying that the sky is the sky, there is no reason for others to refute it, Xi Yazhu is the former prince, the reasoning is to be punished or exiled, it is not easy for him to keep him, how dare he refute.

"Yazhu!" An Junchen held Xi Yazhu's palm firmly, the heat in his hand made his heart feel cold, "Yazhu, if you feel any discomfort or dislike in the future, you must tell me, I... I am stupid, I don't know how to take care of you, I... I... I, alas, I can't speak, in short, if there is anything next time, you must tell me!" The young emperor, dozens of Over the years, I have always come directly to the Venerable Master, patted my ass and left. I have never said a few words of concern, so now when I say it, I am speechless.

Clinker, these clumsy words of letting go of the emperor's status, actually got Xi Yazhu a rare smile.In an instant, I suddenly feel the spring breeze all over my face, even if you are all kinds of flowers and all kinds of enchanting, you are not as beautiful as his instant beauty.

An Junchen was drunk.

We have been together for decades, loved and hated, but never looked at them properly.This face is beautiful, and it is even more beautiful when it smiles.

"The saliva came out."

He sucked, thinking that no one was watching, so he shrank back, but An Junchen suddenly came back to his senses, and saw the interest in Xi Yazhu's eyes.

Wipe the chin, there is no saliva, it is true that Xi Yazhu made a move!

"Okay, Xi Yazhu, I've given you a face, and you have a long face!"

Tsk, let out a muffled laugh, but Xi Yazhu was coughing continuously due to the dryness in her throat. She wanted to ask An Junchen to hand him water, but unexpectedly, the emperor was more caring than him, so he hurriedly brought water to his lips and fed him!

Of course, it would be fine if I didn't take this scalding hot water and pour it directly...

So, facing Xi Yazhu's scalded tongue sticking out, An Junchen was dumbfounded again.

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Thinking that he is a majestic emperor, but he can't take care of others, it's embarrassing, really embarrassing!

The embarrassment is not enough, but he was kicked out, the emperor is simply ashamed!

After pouring hot water, Xi Yazhu's face turned dark immediately, she rolled over and lay down, lifted the quilt and turned around, said coldly: "I'm not feeling well, I'm afraid it will be difficult to serve you in the future. Your Majesty, please don't send me off!"

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Let An Junchen coax and kiss him, but he remains unmoved. In the end, Xi Yazhu has no choice but to sit up and look at An Junchen quietly, without saying a word.The cold air invaded the body, and An Junchen left angrily. He wanted to express some concern and covered Xi Yazhu with a quilt, but he heard him say, "The emperor's hands are precious, and sinners dare not be lucky, so as not to pollute the emperor's holiness. Being condemned by God, I am terrified.”

Irony, great irony!Isn't it because you don't know how to take care of people? What's the big deal, I, learn, go!

So, a dozen old mothers and eunuchs were called, and the young emperor began to learn to take care of people day and night, from serving tea and water to dressing and bathing, and learned everything thoroughly. As a result, when he When we entered the Zhuxuan Hall triumphantly and with a happy face, our sick former Crown Prince had already recovered for several days and no longer needed his care...

"Your Majesty, are you so free today?" Xi Yazhu raised his eyebrows and looked at the person who was stunned there, and put down the tea lightly, with a smile clearly written in his eyes.Speaking of these few days, he who reluctantly accepted An Junchen's big change can be regarded as relieved. An Junchen had such a big change, and while he was happy, he was annoyed that he didn't know how to take care of others. After he went to learn to take care of others, Xi Yazhu It's really easy, little Changzi is not bad at taking care of him, and the disease will heal soon. If this person who doesn't know how to take care of him is allowed to come, he may be scalded and blistered the next day, or blown to death by the wind. I caught a cold.

Feeling the contempt deeply, An Junchen's face was red and blue, so ugly, he stepped forward, well, before he stood up and saluted, he got angry again.

"Why don't you be polite when you see me!" My temper suddenly picked up, and I didn't care about it, so I asked.

Xi Yazhu remained indifferent, got up respectfully, saluted without any mistakes, and then sat down slowly, as if he had never seen anyone before, took up the tea and drank it.

"Xi! Ya! Bamboo!" An Junchen felt that these three words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

She glanced slightly, "Your Majesty, why don't you sit down, what are you doing standing up?"

"Hmph! Did you let me sit and I sat down?"

"Then just stand."

"...I want to sit down!" Liao Pao sat down, and the movement was so large that the table was shaking.

There was a hidden smile on Xi Yazhu's face, and the corners of her lips were flattened, and she used the tea in her hand to cover up the smile on her face.

But An Junchen's eyes were so sharp, he saw Xi Yazhu's smile at a glance, and couldn't help touching his face with his fingers, and said softly: "Yazhu, you look so pretty when you smile, you might as well smile more."

Xi Yazhu paused slightly, shook her head and said, "I don't like to laugh."

"Then I'll make you laugh!" The young emperor slapped his chest confidently, and said with confidence.

But when you do it, you realize how difficult it is.

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Xi Yazhu doesn't like to laugh, she has a dull temper and doesn't talk about it, she is indifferent to things she doesn't like, and can't arouse the slightest interest.

What he likes most is reading, writing, calligraphy and painting, doing things that literati and refined scholars love to do.Before An Junchen came back to life, he was trapped in the Bamboo Profound Palace. Every day when he woke up, he would wear an outer garment, sit in front of the desk, spread a piece of paper, pick up a pen, and look at what was happening outside the window today. The flower bloomed, stretched a few petals, and then took the pen and paper to draw the delicate flower, even a drop of water, it was lifelike.Day after day, year after year, the flowers bloom and fall in four seasons, he sits here as always, even if the red flowers wither, even if there are only dead leaves left, he will draw them.After being resurrected, An Junchen got his painting from Xiaochangzi, along with his painting, watching the time when he was trapped in the Bamboo Profound Palace, he saw no loneliness, no sadness, the plain painting, simple Love, just like others, is so light that no emotion can be seen.

In order to make him laugh, An Junchen studied his schedule thoroughly. He got up early every day to paint, so he would go to court in the morning, and come back to accompany him after he retired.

An Junchen was born recklessly, he doesn't like these things, and his ligatures are so ugly that they couldn't be more ugly. It was Prime Minister Xu who knelt down and begged him to practice calligraphy with snot and tears, lest they, as officials, misunderstand and misunderstand. Picking up a pen, I barely practiced a "dragon, flying and phoenix dancing".

Watching quietly the person sitting not far away painting with a brush, the tea in An Junchen's hand was almost cold, and he didn't even take a sip.Xi Yazhu was painting flowers, but An Junchen felt that Xi Yazhu itself was a flower that treated people with confidence and brushwork, or that proud and blooming plum.If he becomes a painting, he will order someone to frame it, hang it on the bedside, see it day and night, and hold it in his heart.

When the last stroke was drawn, Xi Yazhu slowly put down the pen holder, and blew lightly on the rice paper. After the ink was completely dry, she handed it to the astonished little Changzi: "Go, bring it to the emperor."

Respectfully received it with both hands, and for the first time, Xiao Changzi felt that the paper was so hot in his heart that he couldn't help but lower his drooping head a little bit, his eyes only dared to look at his shoe toes, the slightest gaze He didn't dare to fall on the painting, for fear that his layman's eyes would stain this beautiful scroll.

An Junchen didn't know what Xiao Changzi was thinking at all, and when he saw a black head approaching, he was startled, and almost put the tea in his hand on Xiao Changzi's head.

"Xiao Changzi, what are you doing in such a startled way!" An Junchen didn't blush even though he was in a trance and blamed the crime on others. He took the painting from Xiao Changzi, thinking to himself It must be the flower that he has been tired of looking at for a long time, so he didn't take it to heart.

Clinker, just a simple sweep of his eyebrows, amazed his eyes.

"This is……"