Your Majesty is happy [rebirth]

Chapter 58

Xiao Chuqian jumped into the carriage and handed the water bottle to Ling Qiyou. Seeing that his moist red lips tended to be dry and cracked, he felt uncomfortable: "Drink some water, I just went to ask someone to come."

Ling Qiyou took it, drank half of it and gave it back to him: "Drink some too."

Xiao Chuqian smiled, took the pot, poured the last drop of water into his mouth, pulled Ling Qiyou over, and let him lie down.

Ling Qiyou leaned into his arms to change into a comfortable position, raised his arms and hugged his waist, closed his eyes a few times, and then said: "How far can we go?"

"It's coming soon, I just asked someone, and I will be able to reach their capital by this time tomorrow."

Ling Qiyou sighed softly, his voice was hoarse, his throat hurt badly, and his head was dizzy, since Xiao Mantou disappeared, he didn't sleep well one day, and then he and Xiao Chuqian followed the letter sent by Nanguo Those who asked, went to the Nan* camp to throw themselves into the net, and then they were escorted by their people on the road, driving day and night all the way to the capital of the southern country.

The climate in the southern country is very different from that of Dasheng Dynasty, it is dry and dry, and he can feel that his body cannot adapt to it and is very uncomfortable, but compared to the worry about Xiaomantou, these are really nothing.

Xiao Chuqian felt uncomfortable, hugged him tightly, and comforted him: "I just went to inquire about it. When we arrive in the capital tomorrow, we will be sent directly to their palace. Their emperor, Yuwen Minhao, will personally meet us. The little steamed bun should be right next to him hand."

Ling Qiyou nodded, and after a long time, he asked again: "You went down just now, did they make things difficult for you?"

"That's nothing," Xiao Chuqian said indifferently, "Without Yuwen Minhao's will, they would not dare to touch me."

Sure enough, most people in the Nan* camp knew Xiao Chuqian. Even though his current name was Chu Xiao, even if countless people wanted to stab him to death with a sword, they would not dare to act rashly without Yuwen Minhao's order, so this Along the way, Xiao Chuqian didn't have a hard time except for a few extra stares, not to mention that he himself didn't care at all.

Ling Qiyou didn't say anything more, he closed his eyes and rubbed against his face. Xiao Chuqian was very helpful. During these days, Ling Qiyou's dependence and intimacy with him even acted like a spoiled child. His actions are becoming more and more natural. Even though they don't have romantic thoughts at the moment, since they have settled on the idea of ​​living together and dying together, there seems to be nothing to be afraid of when they are together.

It was the evening of the second day when they arrived at the capital of the Southern Kingdom. After entering the city, they were taken directly into the Southern Kingdom Palace. Because the carriage was sealed, neither of them could see what was going on outside. They could only resign themselves to fate.

The southerners arranged for them to live in a side courtyard at the corner of the palace, where they were provided with delicious food and drink, and they did not treat them badly, but the only thing they wanted to know now was the situation of Xiao Mantou, and they asked to see Yuwen Minhao several times , the reply they got was to ask them to wait first.

Ling Qiyou fell ill after all, the load on his body had reached its limit, and because he could not see his son in the Nanguo Palace, he finally couldn't hold on and lay down, with a high fever and comatose, Xiao Chuqian was so anxious that he almost rushed out to meet outside The guards tried their best, and finally managed to get them to send a doctor to see Ling Qiyou and prescribe medicine.

It has been three days since they arrived at the southern palace, and Ling Qiyou has also been in a coma on the bed for three days, Xiao Chuqian's condition is not much better than him, while he has to take care of him, and at the same time, he himself is anxious and sleepless day and night, but even so, it is still Holding on with one breath, they haven't seen Xiao Mantou yet, if he also collapses, they really can't go back.

After taking the medicine, Ling Qiyou's high fever gradually receded and he woke up from the coma, three days later, when he opened his eyes, what he saw was Xiao Chuqian lying on the side of the bed and holding his hand tightly.

Xiao Chuqian had already fallen asleep, and the dark circles around his eyes showed that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. Ling Qiyou's heart suddenly felt sour, and he raised his hand to caress his face.

Xiao Chuqian, who was not a deep sleeper, woke up immediately because of his actions, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that Ling Qiyou had woken up and his eyes were clear, he was overjoyed at the moment: "You woke up? Feeling better Is there any discomfort, you wait, I will call the doctor to show you again. "

"Don't go," Ling Qiyou held his hand, a little anxious, Xiao Chuqian who was about to get up was pulled and sat down again by him: "I'm fine, don't go."

"I won't go," Xiao Chuqian leaned over, lowered his head and pressed a light kiss on his forehead: "Don't worry, I'll be with you."

People who are sick are always very fragile. Ling Qiyou stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and put his face against his face, trying to draw warmth from him. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice: "How many days have I been lying down?"

"It's been three days."

"small bun……"

"After a while, I will go to someone and tell someone that I must meet that Yuwen Minhao today no matter what."

Ling Qiyou nodded, calmed down the worry and anxiety in his heart, tilted his head and kissed him on the face: "Come up, go to sleep, and I'll wake you up when they bring the food in."

Xiao Chuqian did not refuse, but first called the doctor to see Ling Qiyou again, fed him medicine once more, made sure that he was fine, then took off his coat and went to bed, and quickly fell asleep with Ling Qiyou in his arms past.

He was indeed tired. After so many days, he was exhausted to the limit. Ling Qiyou, who had been lying down for three days, no longer felt sleepy. Before Xiao Chuqian fell asleep, he hugged him into his arms, and now he was lying on his pillow. Ling Qiyou stared blankly at Xiao Chuqian's sleeping face in front of him, feeling sore and astringent, but felt at ease inexplicably, as long as he was by his side, no matter how big he was, He can also force himself to face things calmly without panicking.

They had been entangled for so many years, and at this moment, Ling Qiyou had to admit that he couldn't leave him, whether he hated or loved him, he couldn't leave the man beside him, and didn't want him to leave.

Leaning over, branding a kiss on his lips, Ling Qiyou sighed and closed his eyes.

It was two hours after the two of them woke up again, and their spirits were much better. Xiao Chuqian got out of bed and poured water for Ling Qiyou, who also propped himself up and sat on the head of the bed, to moisten his throat. Ling Qiyou just took a sip and left. When he got to the side, he raised his chin at him: "Go and ask someone when we can see Yuwen Minhao."

Xiao Chuqian picked up the cup and signaled him to take another sip, comforting him: "Don't worry, the food delivery person will be here soon."

Ling Qiyou didn't answer, his eyes fell on the slender fingers he stretched out in front of him, he paused, then raised his eyes to look at him: "If we can go back safely with the little steamed buns..."

"Ok?"

"The previous things are wiped out, let's live a good life in the future." He said, as if he was a little embarrassed, he looked away uncomfortably, and stopped looking at Xiao Chuqian.

A burst of ecstasy surged into Xiao Chuqian's heart in an instant. Ling Qiyou's words meant that he was going to let go of the past, and he had waited for so long for just this sentence.

Just as he was thinking about what to say, the door suddenly opened with a creak, and the person who came in was the servant of the Southern Kingdom Palace who brought them meals.

The visitor didn't talk much, he put the meal on the table and was about to leave, but Xiao Chuqian stepped forward and stopped him: "We have been here for three days, when will your emperor be willing to see us?"

The other party didn't answer, but Xiao Chuqian stopped him when he missed his body and wanted to leave, his voice also raised: "I said, when will your emperor be willing to see us? How long will we be left here? !"

The man still wanted to break free, but Xiao Chuqian had already grabbed his throat with one hand, his eyes were filled with coldness: "Speak! Are you dumb?!"

"Let... let..."

The man struggled painfully, but he couldn't resist his strength at all.

Seeing that the face of the person in his hands was bruised and almost breathless, Xiao Chuqian finally let go of Shi Shiran, and said coldly: "Go and tell your emperor that we are going to see him now, why don't you Blame me for being rude!"

Frightened by him, the visitor obediently responded, his body shaking like a sieve, he broke free and ran away quickly.

Two quarters of an hour later, the door was pushed open again, this time a few guards came in, and said with a blank expression: "Your Majesty, please, let's go."

Xiao Chuqian and Ling Qiyou looked at each other, got up and followed them out the door.

The architectural style of the southern court is not much different from that of the Dacheng Dynasty. Of course, this is not surprising. These southern barbarians covet the vast territory of the Central Plains Dynasty and learn from the Central Plains Dynasty everywhere. Nor is it surprising.

The two of them had no interest in watching, and all they could think about was whether they would see Xiao Mantou for a while.

The guards took them to an inconspicuous side hall. After letting them in, they waited for another quarter of an hour. When Ling Qiyou was already impatient and wanted to be reminded, there were finally some belated steps. The sound rang out.

The two of them raised their eyes at the same time, and it was a tall and burly man with a firm face and a full beard who came in. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and his aura was not angry. His yellow robe had already shown his identity. Sitting up, his playful eyes turned around between Ling Qiyou and Xiao Chuqian, and finally fell on Ling Qiyou: "It's a pleasure to meet you, His Majesty the Emperor of the Dacheng Dynasty."

Ling Qiyou was not interested in thinking about how he recognized Xiao Chuqian between himself and Xiao Chuqian at a glance, and only asked straight to the point: "Where is my prince?"

The other party smiled and clapped their hands. Ling Qiyou and Xiao Chuqian turned their heads at the same time, and the servant who came in was holding the little mantou who had fallen asleep.

The two strode forward, stretched out their hands and hugged him, Xiao Mantou lost a lot of weight, and the flesh on his face was almost gone. After Ling Qiyou hugged him, he slowly opened his eyes and saw When they opened their mouths and cried, the two of them were taken aback at the same time, and Ling Qiyou looked up angrily at Yuwen Minhao who was sitting high on the seat, and asked sharply: "How did he become like this?! What on earth are you doing?" What did you do to him?!"

Although Xiao Mantou was crying loudly, he couldn't make a sound at all!