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After a while, Zhao Lang came out of the house and called out to the people waiting outside, "Come in."
When Li Qun came in, he was holding a wooden box. He placed the box on the low table, opened it, and then reached out to take off the clothes of their prince.
His eyes swept across the marks on their young master's body, and he didn't dare to look at it again. Instead, he focused on treating their young master's wounds.
After removing the wet bandage, Li Qun frowned unconsciously when he saw that the wound inside had opened again and was bleeding.
Although the poison in their prince's body was suppressed by medicine, the wound on his body was difficult to heal because the poison had not been completely eliminated.
If the antidote is not found... Li Qun's heart tightened.
But his hands were still very gentle, because this was the nth time he had changed the medicine for their prince.
He skillfully changed the medicine and put on new bandages for their prince.
Before packing up and leaving, he couldn't help but say to their prince, "Master, next time... please pay attention to your injuries."
"I understand. You can go down." Zhao Lang's face was stern, but he actually felt a little embarrassed.
Before Li Qun even lifted his foot to leave, he asked their prince, "My Lord, you haven't had lunch yet. How about I have someone bring some food in for you so you can have something to eat?"
"Then send in some snacks." Zhao Lang had no appetite as he was eating alone. He just wanted to eat something to fill his stomach and then eat together after the people in the room woke up.
"Okay." Li Qun responded and went out.
But after a while, the food that was served included, in addition to snacks, a bowl of meat porridge and two side dishes.
Seeing these things, Zhao Lang knew that his subordinates had sent them on their own initiative. However, he did not refuse. He picked up the porridge in front of him, picked up the spoon and ate it mouthful by mouthful.
When Li Qun came in to clean the table, he saw that almost everything on the table had been swept away by their prince, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
After quickly putting the dishes on the table back on the tray, he casually asked, "My Lord, how long are we going to stay here?"
"Let's leave in two days." Zhao Lang said.
"But..." Li Qun was a little worried that if they stayed here too long, it would delay their prince's detoxification.
"Get out." Zhao Lang didn't want to hear more and told them to leave. "Don't let Ming Fei know that I was poisoned."
"Yes." Li Qun had no choice but to go out first.
***
When the sun sets, the sky outside becomes dark and the light in the house also dims.
Zhao Lang, the person who was sleeping with him, woke up, but Lord Lu in his arms was still sleeping soundly.
Are you planning to sleep in until tomorrow and have breakfast?
It had been more than half a year since they last saw each other again. At this moment, Lord Lu was lying in his arms, still asleep, and he could do whatever he wanted to him. He could not control his inner restlessness.
A kiss...
One more kiss...
“Hmm…”
"Stop it!"
When Lu Mingfei regained consciousness, he felt someone kissing him. He knew without a second's hesitation who was holding him and licking him like a big wolfhound.
In the end, he was kissed so hard that he had no choice but to open his eyes and stare at the person who kissed him awake.
The two people looked at each other.
Although there was no light in the room, they were so close that they could still feel each other's breath on their faces.
In the end, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh out loud first. "Disturbing someone's sleep is... evil behavior, you know?"
"Now I know."
Zhao Lang found Lord Lu's lips in the darkness and kissed him again before asking, "Have you slept enough?"
"Yeah, I've had enough sleep." Lu Mingfei chased after her unwillingly and kissed her back.
Zhao Lang couldn't help but laugh softly. Their Lord Lu was so cute.
"Don't laugh. You are allowed to kiss me, but I am not allowed to kiss you back?" Lu Mingfei snorted. He originally wanted to discuss with Prince Zhao that they should switch positions next time.
However, when he touched the straps on Zhao Lang's shoulders, he remembered the injuries on Zhao Lang's body and asked the man, "What happened to your injuries?"
"I was ambushed." Zhao Lang pursed his lips and said.
"Did your brother do it? Was it Zhao Rui?" The first person that came to Lu Mingfei's mind was Zhao Lang's half-brother.
In Beijun, he really couldn't think of another person who wanted to kill Zhao Lang.
"It should be him." Zhao Lang said.
Hearing this, Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes and made a gesture with his hand, "Find an opportunity to kill him?"
"Not yet. I haven't found any evidence on him that he is colluding with the Hu people. Let him live for now." Otherwise, Zhao Lang would not have let Zhao Rui jump around until now.
"If you can't find any evidence, just forge a fake one for him, right? Get rid of Zhao Rui first, and then deal with those barbarians! It doesn't matter what evidence he has by then!" This was not a difficult task for Lu Mingfei.
Zhao Lang thought for a moment and said, "I'm just worried that it will be difficult for my father to pass that test."
Hearing this, Lu Mingfei realized something. He held Prince Zhao's face with both hands and asked, "No, I want to ask you a question. Do you care about what your father thinks of you?"
This question stumped Zhao Lang.
Does he care what his father thinks of him?
It seems so.
From a young age, he studied hard, practiced martial arts, learned horseback riding, and practiced archery, all in the hope of receiving praise from his father. Because if he performed well, his father would come to his mother's courtyard, and his mother would be happy, and he... would be happy too.
Later, he was sent to Kyoto Prefecture as a hostage by his family. Even during those years in Kyoto Prefecture, he would always think of his family behind him in everything he did.
He was afraid that his father would be disappointed in him, and he was also afraid of seeing the disappointment on his mother's face...
"Okay, I get it. You don't have to answer." Seeing that Zhao Lang didn't answer his question for a long time, Lu Mingfei understood it.
He couldn't help but think of the years when Zhao Lang was a hostage in Kyoto Prefecture. He still remembered the unconcealable sadness on Zhao Lang's face when his relationship with his family became increasingly distant due to time and distance.
If it weren't for caring about his parents and family, how could someone with Zhao Lang's personality have been a hostage in Kyoto Prefecture for more than ten years?
If it were someone who was heartless and didn't care about the lives of his parents and family, he would have run away long ago.
But Zhao Lang didn't.
During those years, Zhao Lang had been staying in Kyoto Prefecture as his hostage. Aside from a few fights with the princes in the palace in his early years, he later restrained his edge and became an unknown prince of Dingwang in Kyoto Prefecture.
He was such a dazzling and ambitious person, but he was willing to stay in Kyoto Prefecture and be a mediocre person.
He didn't believe that Zhao Lang didn't care about his parents and family.
"Since we can't kill him, let's find an opportunity to take a little revenge. He gave you an arrow, so we'll send two arrows back to him and ask for a small interest." When Lu Mingfei thought about her man being bullied by others when she was away, she wanted to kill the other person.
However, they cannot kill him now, so they will just be patient for now and ask for some interest first!
"Okay." Hearing this, Zhao Lang couldn't help but laugh.
He hugged his young man with both hands. His heart swelled when he thought of their Lord Lu who had been giving him advice for so many years and could not bear to see him suffer any injustice or be bullied.
This is... the feeling of being favored by others, right?
The two of them stayed in bed for a while, until Lu Mingfei's stomach rumbled, then they got up and went out to eat.
It was already completely dark outside.
Unlike the bustling Kyoto, this small border town is deserted of pedestrians and vehicles on the streets as soon as dark falls, and even most of the restaurants and inns on the street are closed at this time.
So when they set up the table and ate in the yard, it was quiet outside, without any noise at all.
The surroundings were so quiet that Lu Mingfei didn't dare to speak loudly. "It's so quiet here at night."
"Well, everyone goes to bed here when it gets dark." Zhao Lang picked up the wine glass, and just as it touched his lips, a hand grabbed his hand.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Lord Lu's eyes.
"I remember you were injured, right? Can you still drink?" Lu Mingfei took the wine glass from Zhao Lang's hand, and even took the wine jug to his side.
Then he picked up the soup spoon and the bowl in front of Zhao Lang and poured a bowl of soup for the man, "You should drink the soup."
"..." Zhao Lang looked at the soup that was handed to him and had no choice but to take it. "Thank you, Lord Lu, for your kindness."
"You're welcome." Lu Mingfei sat back in his seat and continued eating.
Zhao Lang looked at the man happily eating and even picked up his chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat for the young man. "You still haven't told me why you were transferred here to serve as the county magistrate?"
"This is a long story."
"Then keep your story short."
Lu Mingfei organized his words in his mind and told Zhao Lang about some things that had happened in Kyoto Prefecture over the past year, as well as his calculations and deliberate provocation of Prime Minister Wan, which forced the emperor to demote him.
Meeting Zhao Lang's gaze, he told him, "Don't be moved. I'm not here just for you."
"I came here to benefit the people here!"
"Well, Lord Lu's ideals are great." Zhao Lang wanted to get a glass of wine to toast Lord Lu, but couldn't find the wine glass. Then he remembered that his wine glass had been taken away by Lord Lu. He had to use tea instead of wine. "Come, let me toast you, Lord Lu, on behalf of the people here."
"You're welcome." Seeing that Zhao Lang was drinking tea, Lu Mingfei also changed to drinking tea to respond to their young master.
The teacups in the hands of two people clinked together, and when they looked into each other's eyes, they were filled with tenderness and smiles.
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