The Emperor only has a cold this time, not a high fever, but it is late August now, and his body temperature is still not low.
Huo Qinghe fell into the Emperor's arms, the heat from his arm alone was enough to make her tremble.
The room, which had been relatively cool, suddenly became stuffy and hot because of Huo Qinghe's fall.
Even Pei Yuanhui's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
The pear syrup candy that Huo Qinghe was holding in her hand landed directly on his lips.
In fact, the piece of pear syrup candy had already brushed against Pei Yuanhui's lips the moment Huo Qinghe fell into the emperor's arms.
The pear syrup candy was still a bit sticky. Even after just a quick rub, Pei Yuanhui already felt a greasy sensation on the area where his lips had been touched.
With a beautiful woman in his arms, he merely gave an uncomfortable twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"I wonder if you're the patient, or if I'm the patient? You can't even stand up straight?"
Huo Qinghe collapsed into the Emperor's arms. She looked up at him slightly, biting her lip, and said, "My legs are numb, and my hands are numb too..."
Her hand was held tightly by the official, and she was somewhat powerless, so she simply let the official loosen his grip.
Her words were also spoken in a soft, weak tone.
"Your Majesty, have you eaten this pear syrup candy? It smells so tempting."
The official glanced at her, but didn't even look at the pear syrup candy she was holding.
"eat."
The Emperor only uttered this one word. Huo Qinghe seemed to hesitate upon hearing it. After two seconds, she raised her arm and carefully placed the pear syrup candy to the Emperor's lips.
She was in the Emperor's arms at the moment, which was certainly not a convenient or comfortable position.
Pei Yuanhui tilted his head slightly: "You eat first."
Huo Qinghe blinked, seemingly lost in thought: "Your Highness, I would never poison anything. The food was tested for poison before it was brought in."
Her tone sounded somewhat aggrieved. She lowered her beautiful eyes, bent her arm slightly, and silently took a bite of pear syrup candy.
Actually, the pear syrup candy made in the imperial kitchen tastes quite different from the pear syrup candy she loved to eat when she was a child. The pear syrup candy made in the imperial kitchen is sweeter and has a stronger pear flavor.
It's different from before.
Huo Qinghe naturally knew that the Emperor's decision to feed her was most likely not because he suspected her of poisoning him or anything like that—that would be too foolish. Besides, the pastries that were indeed served to the Emperor had all been inspected.
This was obviously a deliberate act of feigning ignorance.
She ate the pear syrup candy absentmindedly, taking small bites, but she had already eaten half a piece.
As soon as the official stood up, Huo Qinghe came to her senses.
Pei Yuanhui sat up, and Huo Qinghe followed suit.
He first lowered his head to take the half piece of pear syrup candy in Huo Qinghe's hand, and his hand had already slid down and circled Huo Qinghe's slender waist without him noticing.
Huo Qinghe was still in a daze when Pei Yuanhui lowered his head and found her lips.
With their lips and teeth touching, the heat emanating from the official's body was even harder to ignore.
Huo Qinghe's eyes widened, and her free hand fell limply, clutching the official's sleeve.
They rubbed and licked it little by little until the sweetness of the pear syrup candy was indistinguishable between their lips and teeth, and they could no longer tell what the pear syrup candy tasted like.
It didn't last long; before the pear syrup candy between Huo Qinghe's lips and teeth had even melted, the official had already taken away much of the sweetness.
Pei Yuanhui's hand remained on Huo Qinghe's waist, but Huo Qinghe suddenly called for a stop.
It came to an abrupt end.
"Your Majesty! Your illness is so severe that it might infect your concubines..."
Under Pei Yuanhui's watchful gaze, Huo Qinghe's voice gradually faded.
"It's nothing, it's just that I've recovered from my illness and won't be able to see Your Majesty for the next few days. I'm truly the one who's wronged..."
Huo Qinghe bit her lip as she looked at the official, her lips moist as well.
Pei Yuanhui hummed in agreement with Huo Qinghe's statement: "Didn't you already come to see her today?"
In response to the official's question, Huo Qinghe uttered a very vulgar remark.
"I've often heard people say that a day apart feels like three autumns. I think that makes a lot of sense." She even nodded as if she was in complete agreement.
Pei Yuanhui's recent "cold" was caused by Consort Cao's pregnancy. Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since he had summoned any of his concubines.
He was intrigued by Xiao Huo's words, but after listening to Huo Qinghe's words, he lazily lay back down.
The two had clearly been aroused by their kiss, but Huo Qinghe stopped them.
But... he was being absurd.
Not to mention that this is the Funing Palace, and he is currently ill, he is indulging in absurd and unrestrained behavior at this moment, but the consequences may not be so good afterward.
Pei Yuanhui gestured to a spot beside the bed: "Sit for a while before going back."
Huo Qinghe sat back down on the edge of the bed as instructed.
Would Your Majesty like some pear syrup candy?
Pei Yuanhui lifted his eyelids and stared at Huo Qinghe's moist lips.
"Go to the shelf, pick out a book, and read it to me."
Huo Qinghe subconsciously pursed her lips again, not noticing Pei Yuanhui's deepening gaze as she stood up.
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