He's already full, and you're giving him something this sweet and disgusting, he doesn't want to drink it.
Qu Yunmie didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. He had already eaten all the dishes as Xiao Rong asked, so it wouldn't be a problem if he didn't eat any.
However, after he finished saying that, Xiao Rong was immediately stunned, and Ashu also looked caught off guard. He even uttered a low sound, and then looked at Xiao Rong with some sympathy.
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He was confused by the reactions of the master and servant. After seeing Xiao Rong slowly pursing his lips, his pitiful IQ finally regained its high ground.
"…You made this yourself?"
Xiao Rong didn't say anything, but when Qu Yunmie saw that he didn't want to talk, his heart sank into the water.
This time he didn't dare to say anything. He picked up the bowl of sweet soup and drank it all in two big gulps.
No one knew what this sweet soup was made of. It was filled with transparent ingredients. Qu Yunmie's face turned grim after drinking it, but he still had to say against his will, "It's really delicious."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He then spoke: "Your Majesty, don't force yourself. Most medicinal foods don't taste good, but they can replenish qi and blood. I'll have to trouble Your Majesty to drink a bowl of them with every meal until your injury heals."
Qu Yunmie stared at him blankly: "Drink at every meal?"
Xiao Rong smiled: "Yes, and it's the same meal as mine."
That is three meals a day, plus afternoon tea and occasional midnight snack.
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
It would be better to just kill him.
After dinner, Qu Yunmie originally planned to go out for a walk and see the soldiers who were injured yesterday, but Xiao Rong did not let him. He raised three fingers to Qu Yunmie and emphasized each word.
"The doctor said that the king must stay in bed for three days. During these three days, the king cannot go anywhere and can only lie in bed."
Qu Yunmie disagreed, as this was more uncomfortable for him than drinking sweet soup. However, Xiao Rong was determined to watch him. He sat on the edge of the bed with his arms folded, as if he was looking at a prisoner. As long as Qu Yunmie moved slightly, his eyes would dart over to look over.
Qu Yunmie: “…”
In desperation, he gave up the idea of going out. However, as soon as he raised his hand, Xiao Rong looked at him warily again.
Qu Yunmie raised his hands slightly, as if in surrender, and then reached out one hand to the old clothes beside the bed. These were the blood-stained clothes he had taken off earlier. Xiao Rong originally wanted to have them thrown away directly, but the listless Qu Yunmie suddenly stopped him, so Xiao Rong had to throw them into the corner.
I don’t know when Qu Yunmie picked it up again.
His hand groped inside and finally found the thing. He carefully pulled the paper out of his clothes and handed it to Xiao Rong.
Qu Yunmie's expression was somewhat smug and he couldn't hide it: "Look, I figured it out."
Xiao Rong looked at the paper in his hand. It was wrinkled, as if it had aged ten years overnight. When he asked the commander of the guards to send it out, the paper was still intact, but now there was not a single flat spot on it, and there were some faint stains on it. He didn't know how many methods Qu Yunmie had tried, and how he had tried them one by one without damaging the paper.
But he finally succeeded. Light yellow handwriting was already visible on it, and he treasured the paper just for the moment when he would hand it back to Xiao Rong.
It was just something written casually, just to help Qu Yunmie pass the time. Even a fool like Zhang Biezhi could think that this might just be a blank piece of paper. Qu Yunmie was at least smarter than him.
It’s not that he couldn’t think of it, but he believed in himself, so he tried his best to decipher it.
There were only eight words on the paper, which read "Congratulations, Great King" and "Your wish has been fulfilled." Qu Yunmie waited for a while, and found that Xiao Rong remained silent, so he couldn't help but urge him, "Is it your turn to fulfill your promise?"
With a light laugh, Xiao Rong folded the paper and put it in his arms. He stood up and smiled at Qu Yunmie: "Of course, Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will bring the gift in."
It was naturally a happy thing to receive a gift. Qu Yunmie pursed his lips and hummed modestly. He hid the expectation on his face in his heart, but his eyes were always honestly staring at the curtain. After a long time, Xiao Rong finally came back, holding the gift he was going to give him. Wait. Holding?
Xiao Rong pushed Song Suo, who was licking a stick of maltose, in front of Qu Yunmie, and introduced him enthusiastically: "Your Majesty, please look, this is Song Suo, the eldest son of the Xiangdong Song family. Young Master Song is extremely talented, hardworking, simple, quick-witted and studious. The one who gets Young Master Song is like a tiger with wings. Are you satisfied with this gift?"
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
He has lost the ability to speak.
Song Suo looked at the dazed Qu Yunmie, and then at Xiao Rong who was holding him tightly.
With a pair of innocent big eyes open, Song Ruo continued to lick the maltose in his hand.
Meow meow meow? Hardworking and simple, quick-witted and studious, is this describing me?
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