He slurped a bite on the same bed
Wei Shuang's use of bitter medicine is comparable to the use of torture instruments by the Impermanent One.
Xiao Yu closed his eyes and struggled: "I haven't had dinner yet..."
After a month and a half of training, Wei Shuang had gained some understanding of Xiao Yu's methods. He made way for him, and behind him stood a row of eunuchs carrying food trays.
"Your Majesty, I will dine with you."
Xiao Yu: "..."
The rumbling stomach suddenly fell silent. Xiao Yu sat cross-legged on the edge of the dragon bed, looking at the palace servants busily dismissing Xiao Shanjun and setting up the table.
Wei Shuang also habitually sat down opposite Xiao Yu and picked up her bowl.
Because of the bitter medicine at the end, Xiao Yu had no appetite for the meal. Under Wei Shuang's swift and devastating eating, Xiao Yu was forced to speed up the process of picking up food with his chopsticks.
Xiao Yu intended to delay for at least 35 minutes, but after 15 minutes, the dining table and empty plates were taken away by the palace servants.
Wei Shuang didn't leave. He remained sitting opposite Xiao Yu, holding a bowl of medicine that was at a comfortable temperature.
"Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. Your Majesty, please do not hide your illness and avoid medical treatment." Wei Shuang stretched out her hand, her hand holding the medicine bowl was very steady, and the medicine soup in the bowl did not ripple at all.
“You feed me,” Xiao Yu said, acting like a spoiled child.
"..." Wei Shuang remained silent for a while, then nodded, "Okay."
As Wei Shuang brought the hot soup spoon to her mouth, Xiao Yu's mouth twisted, and she happily bit the wrong spot, leaving a triumphant tooth mark on Wei Shuang's tiger's mouth.
"Your Majesty." Wei Shuang put down her soup spoon, her face tense, but her suddenly deep voice no longer frightened Xiao Yu.
“When I have a hysterical episode, I often can’t see clearly and bite the wrong thing. Wei Shuang, feed me another bite, and I promise to swallow it obediently.” Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook his head, his face full of ignorance and unwillingness to correct his mistakes.
Wei Shuang patiently fed him another handful of dark soup, almost overflowing from the spoon. The steaming, brownish-black medicine emitted a suffocating bitterness.
This time, Xiao Yu had no way to avoid it, so she obediently bit the spoon.
The bitter taste of the medicine suddenly exploded on her taste buds. Despite being prepared, Xiao Yu immediately stuck out her tongue, and the osmanthus fragrance around her, which she couldn't smell herself, was also tinged with the medicine.
"Ptooey! It's so bitter!" Xiao Yu rubbed her cheeks vigorously with a distressed expression.
Wei Shuang couldn't help but chuckle, a smile playing on her lips.
"Wei Shuang, how dare you mock me!" Hearing another laugh from inside the room, Xiao Yu was displeased. "If you continue like this, I will exterminate your entire family."
Wei Shuang immediately suppressed her laughter, scooped up another spoonful of medicine and brought it over, saying in a serious tone, "Your Majesty, I did not laugh while you were taking your medicine."
Spoon by spoon, she was coaxed to swallow, and a bowl of medicine that should have been finished in a moment was dragged out for another 15 minutes. Xiao Yusheng leaned against the bed railing, sticking out her tongue, feeling utterly hopeless.
Wei Shuang handed over a few candied fruits: "The medicine is bitter, take it easy."
Xiao Yu, taking advantage of the situation, opened her mouth and said, "Ah—"
"Your Majesty, please accept it yourself." Wei Shuang stopped in her tracks, her hand holding the candied fruit still.
Xiao Yu ignored her, smacked her lips, and opened her mouth again: "Ah—"
Wei Shuang had no other choice but to pick up a slightly smaller candied fruit and throw it into Xiao Yu's gaping mouth.
I lost a finger.
Xiao Yu sucked on a mouthful of salty-sweet flavor, chewing innocently.
The warmth of Xiao Yu's lips still lingered on his fingertips, and the scent of wine wafted from Wei Shuang's body again. He stuffed the remaining two candied fruits into Xiao Yu's hand and hurriedly got up to say goodbye.
Watching Wei Shuang stagger away, Xiao Yu was overjoyed and picked up the tiger doll on the bed, closing his eyes.
——
The medicine contained a lot of calming herbs, but even though it was late at night, Xiao Yu was still wide awake, and the dragon bed creaked as it was turned over.
Without the aroma of wine, I couldn't sleep again.
Xiao Yu sat up with dark circles under her eyes, looked at the tiger puppet she had crumpled up, and made a bold decision.
He tiptoed onto the dragon bed, passing by Feng Shun who was on night duty. He covered Feng Shun's mouth with his hand and blinked his golden eyes, which were filled with moonlight.
"I can't sleep. Go to the side hall and sleep with Wei Shuang. Don't make a sound, and don't come with me."
Feng Shun's eyes turned red instantly, making it hard for him to breathe!
He had barely opened his mouth when Xiao Yu stuffed a mouthful of candied fruit into it.
He who eats another's food is bound to him; Feng Shun was humiliated and pinned to the spot.
Xiao Yu, dressed in a bright yellow undergarment, sneaked into the side hall where Wei Shuang was, carrying a tiger puppet.
The bed in the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is three meters wide, enough for two people to lie down, and one more person like me wouldn't make a difference.
Years of military service had instilled in Wei Shuang a cautious and wary nature. Xiao Yu tiptoed to the bedside and almost encountered Wei Shuang's subconscious chokehold.
Fortunately, Xiao Yu's body covered in osmanthus fragrance first stimulated Wei Shuang's brain through muscle memory. Wei Shuang withdrew her clenched fist and stared expressionlessly at the golden eyes reflecting the moonlight in the room.
"Your Majesty, a night raid on a military general is very dangerous."
If it weren't for the strange osmanthus fragrance on Xiao Yu, Physician Li, who was staying at the Imperial Hospital, would probably have had to make another trip.
Xiao Yu was completely unaware of the danger. He held the tiger puppet and looked up, saying, "I can't sleep."
Wei Shuang then noticed what appeared to be a pillow in Xiao Yu's hand, and her heart skipped a beat.
"I'm having trouble sleeping again. I only feel sleepy when I smell the wine on Wei Shuang." To Xiao Yu, the wine scent on Wei Shuang was comparable to a high-quality calming incense. Xiao Yu moved closer to Wei Shuang and yawned with his eyes half-closed.
Before the strange osmanthus fragrance appeared on Xiao Yu, Wei Shuang would have thought that Xiao Yu was just talking nonsense and playing a prank on her again. But after the incident of falling off his horse in the hunting grounds, Wei Shuang had to take the changes in Xiao Yu's body seriously.
He injected the incense into Xiao Yu's body, marking her, so... Xiao Yu's body began to exhibit the symptoms that would appear in a newly marked Kun Zhe.
For example, it depends on the fact that it has marked its own client.
"Your Majesty, it is already against propriety for me to stay overnight in the palace. I cannot continue to share a bed with you..."
In just a few breaths, Xiao Yu was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. He didn't give Wei Shuang a chance to refuse and started climbing into bed under his breath.
"I'm not asking you to serve me in bed, I'm just letting you smell the fragrance." With that, Xiao Yu rolled himself in front of Wei Shuang and naturally wrapped Wei Shuang's arms around his waist.
Wei Shuang wanted to say something more, but the warmth emanating from her arms was accompanied by the undeniable sound of even breathing.
In the pitch-black room, only a few rays of moonlight shone in. Wei Shuang lowered her head to check Xiao Yu's breathing. When she got closer, she saw Xiao Yu's peaceful and unguarded sleeping face.
Xiao Yu, clutching the tiger doll in her arms, fell fast asleep, and brazenly snatched his pillow away.
“…Little tyrant.” Wei Shuang pulled her arm away and smiled.
The next second, with the weight off her, the sleeping Xiao Yu rolled over in dissatisfaction and wrapped her legs around Wei Shuang's waist.
After embracing Xiao Yu again, the person in his arms quieted down, and the fragrance of osmanthus, which resembled the scent of Kun Zhe Xin Xiang, generously filled Wei Shuang's nose.
"..."
Before long, Wei Shuang's expression changed. He chewed another calming pill, rolled off the bed, and panted heavily, using the cool floor to extinguish the surging heat within his body.
——
As dawn broke, the first rays of light pierced through the bed frame and entered the side hall. Xiao Yu opened his eyes with a groan, his biological clock, forced to be activated by the morning court session, striking precisely on time.
Not a dragon bed?
With no bright yellow decorations in sight, Xiao Yu became fully awake. He swayed for a moment, then remembered something else.
It seems to be... next to Wei Shuang.
A faint aroma of wine wafted through the room, and Xiao Yu slept soundly thanks to this fragrance, without even having a dream.
As consciousness returned, memories of last night slowly resurfaced. Xiao Yu covered her burning cheeks and shyly buried her face in the tiger puppet she was holding.
He remembered how he had forcefully jumped onto Wei Shuang's bed.
The tiger doll in his arms deflated again, and Xiao Yu's heart pounded wildly. His beloved was resting behind him—Xiao Yu nervously touched the bed behind him...
All that remained was a cold, lifeless expanse.
Huh? It's empty!
Wei Shuang ran away?!
With the palace heavily guarded, where could Wei Shuang possibly run to?
Xiao Yu sat up abruptly, threw back the covers, and looked around.
The loud noise caused the bed to shake, startling Wei Shuang, who had been lying on the floor all night.
"Your Majesty?" A lazy voice rose from under the bed. Xiao Yu quickly locked onto Wei Shuang's direction and eagerly poked his head out from under the bed.
"Wei...Shuang?" Xiao Yu's joy turned to disbelief as he hesitated before speaking, his face filled with disbelief. "...I kicked you down last night?"
"That's not right. I didn't roll to the inside; I should have been kicked down." Xiao Yu frowned. "You... rolled down on your own?"
“My status is special, and it is improper for me to sleep in the same bed as Your Majesty.” Wei Shuang got up and dusted herself off.
What Wei Shuang said can be translated as: Wei Shuang would rather sleep on the floor than sleep in the same bed with him.
It was late spring, and the weather was getting warmer, but the floor was still cold at night. Even Xiao Yu, who was perfectly healthy, felt extremely cold when she ran over last night, let alone Wei Shuang, who had such a serious injury on her back.
Xiao Yu bit her lower lip, feeling stifled: "I didn't do anything to you! Why do you despise me so much?"
"Your subject dares not." Wei Shuang realized she had misspoke and instinctively bowed to Xiao Yu, which aggravated the large wound on her back, causing her to involuntarily gasp.
Xiao Yu reached out her hand worriedly, only to see Wei Shuang take a step back.
"Hmph, sleep on the floor if you want, I don't care anymore. It just makes me look bad to everyone, and the palace servants will say things like, 'I mistreat my loyal ministers and made my uncle sleep on the floor while injured.'" Xiao Yu got angry at Wei Shuang's wooden and oblivious look. He grabbed the tiger figurine from the bed, ignored everyone's attempts to stop him, jumped off the bed, and walked barefoot out of the side hall, heading leisurely towards the main hall.
They took away a rich fragrance of osmanthus, leaving only two dragon boots, one black and one white, arranged in the shape of a yin-yang symbol by the bedside, mocking Wei Shuangchen's awkwardness upon waking.
Xiao Yu, who was usually persistent and clingy, really kept his word this time. He said he would no longer care about Wei Shuang, and released her from the palace that very day.
Xiao Yu became increasingly angry as he idled in the palace. Seeing the piles of memorials in the imperial study only fueled his rage. He then sent Feng Shun to find Wang Ruofu.
No one knows what Feng Shun said to Wang Ruofu, but the next morning, Xiao Yu saw the old tutor with a deeply moved expression.
"This old minister has been thinking about this for several days since returning to his residence. Indeed, His Majesty's health should be the priority. I was too hard on His Majesty the other day." Wang Ruofu entered the room and saw Xiao Yu, whose complexion was even worse than a few days ago. With relief, he raised his sleeve and began to wipe away tears.
"Grand Tutor, what are you saying? You are a pillar of the Liang Dynasty and my teacher. Your strictness towards me is simply to help me become familiar with the Liang Dynasty's affairs as soon as possible so that I can assume personal rule sooner." Xiao Yu was quite satisfied with his feigned diligence.
Xiao Yu suffered a serious illness and finally had an epiphany, which greatly pleased Wang Ruofu.
But even the most satisfying approval couldn't hide Xiao Yu's still-sick body, his empty yet thirsty eyes, his bloodless face, his purplish lower lip... Wang Ruofu became more and more alarmed as he spoke.
Finally, after Feng Shun brought a bowl of medicinal soup to Xiao Yu, Wang Ruofu put down his book.
"Your Majesty, there's no rush with your studies. Please rest for a couple more days."
Xiao Yu also snapped out of his reverie. He bit the tip of his pen and saw Wei Shuang's shadow in the medicine bowl that was emitting a sour smell.
Enraged, Xiao Yu forgot the bitterness and picked up the medicine bowl, drinking it all in one gulp.
He frowned, turned his attention back to Wang Ruofu, and still couldn't hold back what he wanted to say.
"Grand Tutor, how do you think the two sworn brothers should be together?"
Wang Ruofu's heart tightened.
How did such a good seedling end up growing crooked?
A note from the author:
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[doge] Finally, we've reached the much-anticipated scene of directly chasing after a piece of wood.
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