Chapter 16 My waist hurts, I can’t get up. Wherever the prince goes, the servant will naturally accompany him...

When Ji Zhiyang woke up, it was already bright. The room was empty. He was lying on the bed, covered with a satin quilt.

He wanted to get up, but after just a slight movement, he frowned at the soreness and fatigue spreading all over his body. His whole body felt like it was falling apart and he had no strength at all, especially the part around his waist, which seemed to have been crushed and was about to break.

"Hiss..." Ji Zhiyang hissed softly.

Take care of that bastard! How many times did you take him last night?

He remembered that when he fell asleep, Gu Huai was still asking for...

Beast!

Even if the degree of fit is high, you can't be so troublesome!

He put his hands on the bed and tried to get up, but the pain in his waist made him fall back. He had no choice but to lie on the bed, motionless, squinting his eyes and looking to the side.

He felt something chilly, looked up and saw two medicine bottles on the table, and instantly understood what he meant.

Asshole! Damn it!

At this rate, he will definitely not be able to get out of bed today.

Ji Zhiyang felt his throat was dry and thirsty. He wanted to drink water, but he didn't have the strength to get up.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. Ji Zhiyang looked sideways and saw Yun Fu walked in.

Yun Fu saw Ji Zhiyang awake, and walked up to him and said respectfully, "Master Ji, you are awake. Let me help you change your clothes."

"Butler Yun, pour me a cup of tea." Ji Zhiyang was extremely thirsty. He felt like his throat was about to smoke. His voice was extremely hoarse and he urgently needed a glass of water.

"Yes." Yun Fu responded quickly, poured a cup of hot tea and brought it to Ji Zhiyang's bed, "Master Ji, drink some tea to moisten your throat first, and I will wash you up later."

Ji Zhiyang lay on the bed and wanted to get up to drink tea, but his waist was so sore and uncomfortable that he had no strength at all.

Seeing this, Yun Fu quickly put the tea to his mouth.

Ji Zhiyang raised his head slightly, opened his mouth and drank a sip of tea that Yun Fu brought to his mouth. He immediately felt much more comfortable. He lay back down again, leaning on the pillow, squinting his eyes and resting.

"Master Ji." Yun Fu called out.

Ji Zhiyang opened his eyes and looked at him. Yun Fu said, "Let me help you change your clothes. The prince is still waiting for you."

Wait for me? Why are you waiting for me?!

Ji Zhiyang complained in his heart, he felt as if his whole body had been run over by wheels, how could he have the strength to get up.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yun Fu continued, "Let me help you change your clothes."

He could see that his prince cared a lot about Master Ji, otherwise he would not have sent him to serve Master Ji. Although his prince seemed cold and taciturn on the surface, he was actually very thoughtful.

Although the prince would not marry a man, it was possible that he would keep him in the palace as a male pet.

He had been in the palace for many years and naturally knew how to please his master.

"I can't get up. You go tell the prince that I won't go today." Ji Zhiyang said, closing his eyes and resting.

Who knows what Gu Huai asked him to do?

Besides, doesn’t Gu Huai know that he can’t get up?

He was a little suspicious, wondering if it was intentional!

Yun Fu was stunned for a moment, "This... I'm afraid it's not a good idea. The prince has told me to bring Master Ji to him."

After hearing this, Ji Zhiyang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Yun Fu, and said, "Then ask the prince to find a sedan chair and two people to carry me over."

It's so difficult for him to move now, how can he have the strength to walk?

Yun Fu was startled. "Isn't this... inappropriate?"

Ji Zhiyang glanced at him and said, "What's wrong? I really can't get up. If the prince insists that I go, then find someone to carry me."

"......" Yun Fu was silent for a moment, "Master Ji, please take a rest first, I will come back later."

Ji Zhiyang closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Yun Fu bowed and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Ji Zhiyang lay on the bed, rubbed his sore waist and hips with his hands, and cursed Gu Huai hundreds of times in his heart.

What a bastard!

Perverted alpha!

...But...I think I lost control of myself yesterday...

Why am I so obsessed with his body?

It was a strange feeling...

Forget it, get pregnant earlier, give birth to the baby earlier, and go back earlier, so as to avoid long nights and many dreams...

But his waist... he needs to be more restrained in the future...

After Yunfu left, he went straight to the study.

Gu Huai was sitting behind his desk, flipping through an account book.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head and looked at the person coming.

"Your Highness, Young Master Ji said he is not feeling well and can... not come." Yun Fu reported.

Hearing this, Gu Huai put down the account book and raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Yun Fu said: "I am not too sure, but... it seems... that his waist is injured... and he can't get up..."

Gu Huai raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, seeming quite satisfied.

Yun Fu carefully observed the expression on Gu Huai's face and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, would you like to ask the imperial physician to come and check on Master Ji?"

Gu Huai continued to flip through the account book and said casually, "It doesn't matter. Since he is not feeling well, let him stay in the room."

"Yes." Yun Fu responded with his head down, then turned around and walked away.

Gu Huai watched Yun Fu leave, pushed the account book aside, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked outside.

Ji Zhiyang was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, rubbing his waist with his hands.

He closed his eyes and tried to rest for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep.

All I could think about was the madness of last night.

Not only the body, but also the soul...

After Yunfu left, no servants came again. Several hours passed, and he still had no strength left.

The room was silent, and apart from his breathing, no other sound could be heard.

Where are the people?

Does this mean you don't care whether he lives or dies?

He has only drunk one glass of water since he woke up.

Ji Zhiyang wanted to get up, but the pain in his waist made it impossible for him to move. He gritted his teeth and reached out to crawl to the bed.

With a creak, the door opened.

Ji Zhiyang raised his eyes and looked, and a maid came in carrying food.

"Master Ji, it's time to eat." After saying that, he put the food on the table and turned to leave.

"Hey." Ji Zhiyang shouted.

The maid stopped and turned to look at Ji Zhiyang, saying, "Master Ji, the prince said that you are not feeling well and asked you to rest in your room. If you need anything or are hungry, just call me."

After saying that, the maid turned around and walked out.

Ji Zhiyang looked at the maid's leaving back, with a trace of speechlessness in his eyes.

"Hey! I can't move! How can I eat the food when it's placed so far away?" Ji Zhiyang shouted, his voice hoarse and with a strong nasal tone.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

Ji Zhiyang lay on the bed, staring at the food on the table, feeling hungry.

It was intentional. Gu Huai definitely did it on purpose!

He lay on the bed and reached out to reach the food on the table, but it was too far away and he couldn't reach it at all.

His eyes were fixed on the food on the table, and his stomach was singing the empty city plan...

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when the food is right in front of him but he cannot eat it.

What a great irony...

Ji Zhiyang lay in bed for a day before he recovered a little.

The next day, Gu Huai indeed ordered Yun Fu to summon him again.

Ji Zhiyang dressed up reluctantly and followed Yun Fu to the study room reluctantly.

Although he was able to get out of bed, his waist still ached a little.

Gu Huai was sitting at his desk, writing. Hearing the noise, he looked up and glanced at the person who came in.

"Your Majesty." Ji Zhiyang walked closer and bowed slightly.

"Yes." Gu Huai put down his pen and looked at Ji Zhiyang and said, "I heard that you were not feeling well?"

Why are you pretending? Don't you know whether it's appropriate or not?

"Yeah." Ji Zhiyang said.

Gu Huai's mouth curled slightly, "You seem to be in good spirits, don't you look unwell?"

"..." Ji Zhiyang was speechless.

Can't he see? His waist is almost broken, he can't even walk straight, how can he look energetic?

Seeing that he was silent, Gu Huai coughed lightly and said, "Grind the ink for me."

"......" Ji Zhiyang glared at Gu Huai speechlessly.

Call him over just to grind ink?

Who can't grind ink? Why bother him?

Although Ji Zhiyang was unhappy, he did not dare to show it, so he had to go to the inkstone to grind ink.

He lowered his head and in his heart used words that were full of motherly meaning to greet and care for her.

After grinding the ink, he stood in front of the table.

Gu Huai lowered his head and wrote something on a piece of paper, frowning and frowning from time to time.

After a while, he stopped writing, looked up and asked Ji Zhiyang: "Have you written down everything? Do you need to find a time to pass it on?"

Ji Zhiyang: …

You must be crazy!

What did you write down? I didn't even read it, okay? Besides, what should I post? I can't post a shit!

Ji Zhiyang raised his hand and rubbed his waist, complaining in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.

"If the prince is worried about me, I will wait outside." Ji Zhiyang said.

Gu Huai looked up at him and said, "No need. Continue grinding the ink. I want to paint."

Ji Zhiyang: ...

Gu Huai threw the paper on the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to paint.

He paints landscapes, and his painting skills are good. His paintings are beautiful and vivid.

Ji Zhiyang stared at the scenery on the paper and was absent-minded for a moment.

When he came to his senses, Gu Huai had already finished the painting.

He picked up the pen and was about to write something, but suddenly stopped. He fixed his eyes on Ji Zhiyang and said, "I remember you said you could write poetry?"

"yes."

Gu Huai handed him the pen, pointed to the blank space on the painting, and said, "Go ahead."

Just do it.

Ji Zhiyang took the pen, looked at the painting and thought for a moment, then he started writing in the blank space of the painting and wrote Li Bai's "Wanglushan Waterfall".

Gu Huai looked at the poem written by Ji Zhiyang and recited it unconsciously: "The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke. Looking from afar, I see a waterfall hanging in front of the river. The waterfall drops straight down three thousand feet, and I wonder if it is the Milky Way falling from the sky."

After reading it, he looked at Ji Zhiyang with admiration and said, "Your poem is very good."

Of course not. After all, I have attended nine years of compulsory education. I can recite 300 Tang poems by heart!

Ji Zhiyang was humble and said, "Your Highness, I am too kind. I just know a little bit."

"Very good, but the handwriting is a little poor." Gu Huai said, looking at Ji Zhiyang with a smile, as if mocking him, "But being able to read is good enough."

Ji Zhiyang's mouth twitched twice. What's wrong with him? He has been practicing hard on his own for several years! Is it so difficult to admit that others are excellent?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Gu Huai didn't care and said, "I have something to do and need to go out of the palace. You can go down first."

"Yes." Ji Zhiyang turned around, took a few steps, and suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Huai and said, "Does the prince want to go to Xianpinju?"

Jiang Wangke said that the two brothers Gu Huai went to Xianpinju almost every day.

Since Gu Huai doesn't let him go, it's okay for him to follow him to the head office, right?

Gu Huai looked at him, frowning slightly, "Why? Do you want to go too?"

"Your Highness, you misunderstood." Ji Zhiyang waved his hand, "I promised Your Highness that I would not go again, but as Your Highness's personal attendant, I cannot be idle. Wherever Your Highness goes, I will accompany him closely."