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In the extremely silent palace, the man said without any ups and downs: "It's a pity."

As for what a pity, no one knows.

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So everyone thought that the young emperor would die tonight, even Ye Yu thought so.

But on the second day, the emperor woke up.

Ye Yu was practicing sword when he heard the news. He had been practicing for an hour, but his breathing was still steady. His black clothes wrapped his strong muscles, and his sharp eyes were like eagles.

"Awake?" he asked.

Liang Ce lowered his head, "Just now, I woke up."

After a pause, he added another sentence.

"The little emperor said that he wants to see you."

Ye Yu raised his eyebrows, his face was still expressionless, his straight shoulders dropped slightly, and his aura relaxed a little.

With a sneer, the meaning is unknown.

"It's fate."

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The emperor leaned weakly on the dragon couch, his eyelashes drooping slightly, his face was still not sickly pale, looking sick and lacking energy.

There is a maid next to him who is feeding medicine, acting cautiously.

The black boots fell to the ground and slowly walked into the bedroom.

The man's resolute and stern face appeared, and the black and gold clothes embroidered with python patterns made him look even more noble.

Yan Ran was slow to notice his arrival.

She raised her eyes and stared at the man eagerly, smiling shyly on her pale face.

Ye Yu's gaze stayed on the corner of the opponent's mouth for two to three seconds.

He sat on the dragon couch naturally, without being surprised at all.

The maid trembled.

Ye Yu took the medicine from the maid's hand and waved them all down.

The spoon stirred in the medicine, then scooped up a spoonful and delivered it to Yan Ran's mouth.

Yan Ran bowed his head obediently and finished drinking, while Ye Yu finished the bowl of medicine with unusual gentleness.

The young emperor's lips were still very pale, faint, without any color of blood.

Ye Yu glanced at her, and wiped her soft lips with his rough fingertips, not too hard, but still left a faint powder.

It looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Ye Yu took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands, "Your Majesty will stay in Qiankun Palace to cultivate well."

He stood up, Yan Ran thought that the man was going to leave, subconsciously grabbed his hand, very nostalgic: "Where are you going?"

Ye Yu paused for a moment, as if he didn't like being touched by others, and his gaze stayed on the two holding hands for a while.

And Yan Ran seemed to be very ignorant of winking, instead of letting go, he gripped even tighter, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

Looking into those dewy eyes, Ye Yu said: "I won't leave, but the emperor should eat."

Only then did Yan Ran let go of his hand in doubt.

Ye Yu went out and ordered them to eat.

Yan Ran was just recovering from a serious illness, so he could only drink some light porridge.

Liang Ce was reporting something, and saw this scene as soon as he entered.

Holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, he fed the pale emperor with unexpected tenderness, with a calm expression on his face.

Liang Ce suspects that something is wrong with his eyes.

He always thought that Ye Yu saved the little emperor's life just because he looked at him pitifully, and more importantly, he saved a lot of trouble, and the most important thing is that the other party is obedient, easy to control, and not aggressive at all.

But can mercy really make people do this?

"Brother Xiaoyu..."

She couldn't help but yelled out. This title had been stuck in his chest for a long time. At this moment, the man's drooping eyebrows overlapped with the figure in his dream, and he subconsciously called out the long-lost title.

Ye Yu lowered his eyes, his expression was still calm and unwavering, "Did the emperor dream about my minister again?"

The emperor blushed, and for some reason, his skin was very thin, and he blushed easily.

She hesitated, seemed to feel ashamed by this answer, and wanted to hide it, but in fact, his appearance had already revealed everything, and his thoughts were written on his face.

Ye Yu slightly attached himself, looked at her frightened deer, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, the soft and creamy touch made him want to stay, and his voice was hoarse: "As the saying goes, think about it every day, think about it at night. So Meng, Your Majesty, do you just think about this humble minister?"

What he said was obviously frivolous, but he didn't mean to make fun of it. It seemed that he was just asking because he was puzzled.

"Zhen..." She wanted to defend herself, but she was not a liar, and in the end her ears turned red and her whole face was burning, "You, don't say any more!"

Very domineering.

Ye Yu seemed to smile, very lightly.

Yan Ran blinked, looked at the familiar face, hugged his waist involuntarily, leaned against his strong chest, felt the steady heartbeat and calming body temperature.

Ye Yu's body stiffened for a moment, and he lowered his eyes, looking at her with deep eyes.

"What are you doing hugging me?"

Yan Ran buried her head, neither letting go nor answering.

Ye Yu had never hugged such a soft thing before, it was just a thin one, soft and fragile, like a dodder flower attached to his body.

The feeling is novel, but not annoying.

"Brother Xiaoyu." Her voice was very soft: "I'm so happy to see you again."

I thought I would never see him again in this life.

Ye Yu was silent for a second, lowering his eyes.

The emperor just raised his head, his black hair was hanging on his shoulders, and the small face that set it off was smaller and whiter, so exquisite and beautiful.

All I could see was the complete sincerity and focus on Yan Ran's face, without any trace of a lie.

Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?

This made Ye Yu feel a little dazed suddenly.

"Your Majesty, I don't need to say such words." Ye Yu smiled suddenly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I don't want to die, I still want to see you."

She was so persistent that she didn't seem to notice the indifference in the man's eyes at all. Looking at Ye Yu, those amber eyes fully reflected the figure of the man, as if they couldn't reflect anything else.

The emperor raised his warm hand, and then gently covered Ye Yu's chest.

That is the place attached to the heart, the most vulnerable part of the human body.

Ye Yu looked down with lowered eyes, his expression was calm, but he didn't move.

Because if he wanted to, he could easily break off this hand without any threat at all.

Her expression looked like she was about to cry, "Brother Xiaoyu, please hug me..."

Ye Yu was a little dazed, but felt that the non-threatening palm imprinted on his chest seemed to be slowly radiating warm temperature, bit by bit, bit by bit, penetrating into the skin, bones, and blood. Cold and dark heart.

He still showed no emotion, looked down at Yan Ran who was bowing his head, and suddenly raised his hand, strangling Yan Ran.

Yan Ran was startled, his upper body was almost lifted up by him, he immediately put his arms around his neck, and buried his face in his neck.

Ye Yu hugged her tightly, rubbing her side face with his chin.

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