Chapter 220 The Fake Daughter of the Imperial Palace 26
Hello……
Su Youran's eyes widened as she looked at the face approaching her. Stunned and at a loss at first, she was brought back to her senses by the other person's touch on her lips. Her clear eyes soon became moist.
It wasn't fear, nor was it anger, it was all shame. He...he actually...licked it!
The footsteps in the yard were getting closer and closer, as if they were already going up the stairs, and it would only take a moment for them to push the door open.
Su Youran was anxious. Her heart was pounding. The hand that was holding the flower box couldn't help but press against the chest of the person in front of her.
Coming in...
Zong Zhenghao was addicted to the tender touch. It was really just a momentary impulse. Seeing that such a good opportunity to get close to her was about to be lost, he was really unwilling to accept it.
If they miss this opportunity, the distance between them will probably return to the starting point, and it will not be easy to encounter such a favorable opportunity again in the future.
Something had to be changed; this was the only thought in his mind at that time.
He didn't want to hear her calling him "Brother Zheng" in a polite yet distant way, nor did he want to continue watching her get close to other men, but he was in no position to stop her.
He wanted to be special to her.
But when he really kissed those lips, he couldn't remember anything.
This feeling was so wonderful that he couldn't help but want to get closer... deeper, and last longer.
“Of course!”
Su Jingxi pushed the door open, holding an old man with gray hair in his right hand. The old man was gasping for breath heavily, making people worry that he would faint with his eyes rolled back in the next second.
"How are you?"
Su Jingxi let go of the doctor and looked up. The dormitory was not big, and he could see the situation inside clearly from the door.
At this moment, the person he had been worried about all the way was sitting on the bed. He didn't know whether it was because of the heat or the pain, but his cheeks were flushed and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he could hardly bear it.
Su Jingxi suddenly became more anxious, and pushed the doctor over in two or three steps: "Doctor, come and take a look, where is the injury?"
Zong Zhenghao carefully put Su Youran's feet down and stood up from the bed. He looked calm and composed, as if the examination was normal.
"It shouldn't be a big deal. I just checked and there's no bone damage. It could be that he stretched his tendons on the court before."
Then he naturally brought a stool for the doctor to sit on: "Please take another look to confirm."
The old doctor sat in the chair for a long while before reaching out his hand to take Su Youran's pulse. Su Youran stepped back uncomfortably and looked at Su Jingxi. He was shocked:
"Hey, no need to take my pulse, any injuries are external!"
Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?
The old doctor was so depressed that he almost said nothing. He was chased along the way and several times he felt that he might die here today.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough not to be killed by this reckless, rude, and disrespectful guy.
However, he had a lot of resentment in his heart, and now he was being questioned on his professional level. The fact that he was able to hold his temper and not walk away showed not only that he had good self-cultivation, but also that he had a heart as a doctor to save lives.
The injury is important, everything else can be put aside.
"Does it hurt here...what about here...how does it feel here?"
After a careful examination, the old doctor stood up, his tone still a little stiff: "It's okay, just rest for two days and don't do any strenuous activities. You don't even need to take any medicine."
Young people are impetuous. Such a small injury made them feel like they were about to become disabled and almost broke their old bones.
Su Jingxi was still a little worried. He was clearly feeling so uncomfortable before and felt like he couldn't move, so how could he be okay? Could it be that the doctor's skills were not good enough and he missed the diagnosis?
"How about you take another look?"
The old doctor blew his beard and glared, hey, you still don’t believe me, then go down the mountain and find another one yourself!
Su Youran quickly grabbed Su Jingxi’s sleeve and said, “Brother, I’m really fine. It just hurt for a little while, but I didn’t feel anything after I came back.”
Zong Zhenghao took out a small box and handed it to the old doctor, holding his arm as he walked out:
"Thank you for your hard work today. I don't have anything good to give you here. I hope you will accept this as a small token of my appreciation for this."
The old doctor thought he was stuffing silver into his pocket, and was about to get angry, but when he heard these words, his expression immediately softened a lot.
He is not an unknown person, he has a high prestige in the medical community. It can be said that he is the Gong Zuling among doctors.
Given his status and age, he could have enjoyed his retirement and raised apprentices, but the reason he still practiced medicine in the academy was, firstly, because he and Gong Zuling were old friends, and secondly, because he valued talent.
After all, most of the children who can study here will be the future pillars of society.
To give money to such a person with great sentiments is an insult to him.
Zong Zhenghao knew this, and he was not someone who could not lower his airs. It should be said that emperors were all rather "cunning".
How to make the ministers under your command obedient, how to balance the relationships in the court, and how to achieve your wishes without being criticized even when others disagree, all these require knowledge.
But it can't be achieved just by being majestic and cruel.
Sometimes, appeasement is also important. The black-hearted Zong Zhenghao is very familiar with this:
"I have a rare medical book that I treasure. I didn't bring it with me this time. I'll have someone bring it to you next time I take a day off. See if you can use it. It would be a waste if it's in my hands."
The old doctor smelled the tea leaves in his hand. It was top-quality tea. The depression in his heart immediately disappeared. He had no other hobbies but tea tasting.
The two men walked out chatting and laughing, and the more they talked, the more they got along. In the end, the old doctor almost treated Zong Zhenghao as a close friend regardless of their age difference.
"Don't worry. A doctor must not only have excellent medical skills, but also keep his mouth shut. I will never tell anyone else your secrets."
The old doctor stood at the gate of the hospital and patted Zong Zhenghao on the shoulder with a meaningful expression. The skeletons of men and women are different. In his situation, he knew what was going on at a glance.
But he didn't care. Young people have their own way of living.
As a doctor, he has seen countless strange things, like women disguising themselves as men to enter the academy and men and women living together.
What a big deal!
The old doctor went back leisurely with the tea leaves in his arms. Zong Zhenghao looked at his back and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. Some wisdom could not be accumulated without time.
Just like him and Su Jingxi.
Su Youran lay on the bed, watching Su Jingxi busying around, constantly asking about her well-being.
Sometimes he would feed her water, and sometimes he would ask her if she was hungry. He was really caring and sincere.
However, compared with Zong Zhenghao who took the initiative to deal with the follow-up, the gap was apparent.
Although they are both of royal birth and are not much different in age, there is an obvious difference between someone who has become an emperor and someone who is still just a prince.
The height at which he is located determines his way of thinking.
Su Youran closed her eyes. She knew that Duan Junze and Shao Xin would come over after they finished the competition. She was too lazy to deal with them right now, so she decided to take a nap.
Su Jingxi, who was about to say something, immediately stopped talking when he saw her like this, and the dormitory became quiet again.
Su Youran really did have a good sleep. She was still a little tired from the past few days. When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark and quiet, with only a few shallow breathing sounds.
She tilted her head slightly. Su Jingxi was sleeping soundly on the other side. They were so close that they could touch each other just by raising their hands.
"woke up?"
The sudden sound startled Su Youran. She turned her head quickly and saw a figure squatting beside her bed under the dim moonlight.
If it’s not Zong Zhenghao, then who else could it be!
"you……"
Just as Su Youran opened her mouth to say a word, her lips were covered. Zong Zhenghao gestured to her to keep quiet and leaned close to her ear, speaking almost in a whisper:
"Shh, be careful not to wake them up."
So what are you doing by my bedside at this time? It's scary!
Zong Zhenghao chuckled. Maybe it was because he was too excited, but he couldn't fall asleep. He just lay on the bed sideways, looking at her sleeping face, unwilling to look away.
All he thought about and saw was her. The first time he saw her was in the guest room of Tzu Chi Temple, when she was also fast asleep.
But at that time he didn't dare to stay for long or let her find out, so he could only leave in a hurry before she woke up.
And now, not only can he see her every day, but he can also be by her side the first time she wakes up. It feels like...
“I’m so happy.”
Zong Zhenghao tucked her hair behind her ears. His eyes were softer than the moonlight, and he spoke softly:
"I'm so happy that I can't sleep. I just want to keep looking at you."
What did I do to be so happy? Su Youran stared at me at first, but then she couldn’t help but blush.
Let go first, I can’t breathe.
I'll help you.
Zong Zhenghao took his hand away, but did not leave. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers again.
I give you my breath, and from now on we will share the same breath and destiny, okay?
In the four-person dormitory, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Duan Junze and Su Jingxi were sleeping soundly.
He had no idea that on the bed at the other end, there were two people huddled together, intimately exchanging each other's breath.
Su Youran closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Her small hands pressed against the shoulders of the person in front of her, and it was unclear whether she wanted to push him away or to please him.
Zong Zhenghao supported her cheek with one hand and held her waist tightly with the other hand, leaving no space.
Suddenly, Su Jingxi, who was almost head to head with them, moved, and Su Youran's body instantly became extremely stiff.
Zong Zhenghao maintained his original posture and waited for a few breaths, but there was no other movement.
He opened his eyelids and saw Su Jingxi was still breathing steadily and sleeping soundly. He thought that what happened just now was probably just an unconscious action in his sleep.
Zong Zhenghao couldn't tell how he felt at the moment. He felt relieved, but if he was discovered like this, Xiaoran would definitely be furious and embarrassed. He was afraid that she would no longer want to pay attention to him.
But at the same time, I was a little disappointed. It was a pity that I didn't notice it. Otherwise, I could have walked to the front of the stage openly and let others recognize my identity.
Never mind, there is still a lot of time.
Zong Zhenghao pinched his subordinate's slender waist, indicating that there was no need to worry, it was safe.
But when Su Youran finally came to her senses, she felt a little embarrassed. She shook her head slightly and pressed her hand against his shoulder more firmly.
Let go, this is not good.
Zong Zhenghao understood what she meant. Not only did he not let go, but he pushed it down again. With a light push of his long legs, the quilt rolled up and fell down, completely covering the two of them.
From the outside, you can only see a raised arc, wriggling slightly like a small snake.
The author has something to say:
The second update will be at nine o'clock.
I also want to ask a small question (laughing and crying). Do you guys like Danmei? Do you mind if romance authors write Danmei?
I opened a pre-collection of BL novels, but I am a little worried that this might offend the darlings...
I personally read both BL and romance novels, more romance novels, and BL novels are a small part. I have always wanted to start a new book, and I have been struggling for a long time whether to put them together or start a new account. To be honest, I really lack these "common sense knowledge" (covering my face)
But there will definitely be no Danmei in romantic novels, only fake gay people like Ranran, hehe
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