Chapter 7

The door squeaked open, and the person approaching walked very lightly. When the visitor came closer, he realized it was a girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. “Ah! Childe, you’re awake!” exclaimed the visitor with apricot eyes.

What is this……

“…!” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

I blinked at the girl, asked silently, but was extremely anxious inside. Did I become—mute? !

The girl understood and said, “don’t worry, young master. You fell from the cliff and hurt your neck. You’ll be fine after two days of rest. Now that young master is awake. I’ll go and call my master.”

After saying that, she ran away in a hurry. After a while, footsteps of two people could be heard, and together with them came a faint fragrance of flowers. I suddenly remembered that the fragrance of flowers was not as good as the fragrance of Si Ran’s body. Gentle and elegant, in this way, I also thought that the fragrance on Feng Yin’s body was similar to that of Si Ran. 

After wandering for a moment in my memory, that person had already taken the pulse for me. The hand was similar to Feng Yin’s hand, white as lotus root, very slender without any prominent joints. A trace of black hair hung quietly on his chest, and then looking at that person’s face, I became dumbfounded.

It’s not that he looks a little better than Feng Yin, but the faint smile. I remembered that I met him before, not at the Champs Elysees, but in the past when I was seriously ill. The picture of toasting and drinking, I had a hunch that our relationship should have been very good then.

Maybe it’s because I looked at him stupidly, he retracted his hand, gave me a small smile, and turned to untie my clothes. This focused appearance made my old face uncomfortably red. When the clothes were completely loose, I realized that my body was covered with wide white gauze, and some parts of it was red. The gauze was so well-wrapped that the flesh was barely visible.

The lord is very healthy, and Qingheng believes that the lord’s injury will get better after a while. “Qingheng… good name, so it’s not Si Ran. “

I looked at him,stared at him without blinking. He was stunned for a long time then as if realizing something. He smiled, “The emperor’s injury is not in the way, it is estimated that it will be healed by tomorrow.”

I pulled the corners of my mouth and wanted to smile back at him, but I had no idea if there’s any connection to the injury because the pain I felt made me want to scream.

“The lord’s leg injury is so strange, why is the broken leg bone not recent, but last year?” Qingheng said.

There is such a thing…

“Perhaps it was a fall from a horse while fighting in previous years. “I relayed what the old servant said back then. Qingheng nodded half-knowingly and slowly put the medicine. After drinking the medicine the teenage girl boiled, it was another dream in a drowsy state.

He was gentle, he stretched out his hand to me in the light, his appearance was a bit blurry. I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes, but I still couldn’t see his appearance. He seemed impatient and raised his eyebrows. His voice was elegant, and the light fragrance on his body made people feel like spring breeze, making oneself comfortable. 

“Get up, what are you doing sitting here stupidly? “Why are you looking at me like this? Why? don’t you know me?” The voice was slightly raised, with a little hint of a smile. 

I was stunned for a moment. I opened my mouth with some doubts and gently spit out the two words, “Si Ran…?”

“It’s said that I’m not Si Ran, but Si Juan.”

“Your name is Si Juan… What about Si Ran? Where is Si Ran?” I grabbed his outstretched hand and felt anxious.

“Why are you really stunned? isn’t Si Ran the name you came up with when you couldn’t articulate my name properly when you were a child?” He frowned.

Immediately, I rushed up and hugged him tightly. No matter how much he’ll complain, I would not let go, “Si Ran…I miss you so much! You can do whatever you want to do to me, just don’t leave me…”

“… fool.”

He smiled, and his hazy figure gradually faded, until it disappeared in my arms…

“You are… the foolish one, how can… how can you be so stupid!” I choked, then something rushed forward and drowned me.

That light smile, that figure. I have never forgotten, how can I forget…

As soon as the scene changed, I was drinking with him in the pavilion, and suddenly there was a roar, and a giant dragon descended from the sky with a hideous face.

“It’s dangerous! Run!!” Si Ran pulled me up, backhandedly pushed me hard, and out of the pavilion. I saw that the giant dragon twisted its body and grabbed Si Ran, who was still in the pavilion. Picked him up and tore him apart. Dripping blood stained my eyes. His half-body slumped in the air and a faint smile hung on the corners of his lips, looking content.

Idiot…

Who is the fool!

I woke up in vain and was stunned for a moment, only to realize later that my face was cold. I was afraid that I might cry, my heart was throbbing, bitter and unbearable, but I suddenly forgot what I just dreamed about.

When I rolled my eyes, I saw the plain and white clothes beside the bed. Feng Yin’s frowning brows loosened, and his body was unstained of any dust. Embarrassed, it should have been him being taken care of. “Ziqing, you are awake, does it hurt?

Does it hurt? Isn’t this nonsense!

“Oh,” he laughed, “I forgot, Ziqing was injured on his neck, and now that the injury has yet to heal, he can’t speak.”

I blinked, in recognition of what he said.

In exchange for his ‘pochi’ smile, I pretended to be angry and glared. He laughed for a while before calming his voice. “Ziqing’s presenting this appearance is not bad, compared to the usual politeness, it is much cuter.”

Cute… I’m like a dumpling in appearance, I can’t move a little bit, Feng Yin actually thinks it’s cute.

In this way, during the many days when I was laying on the couch and recuperating, apart from that girl and Qingheng coming over to give medicine and feel my pulse, it was Feng Yin who came to see me from time to time, and often said something that would make me half-dead with anger. These days have passed so unsavory, but my heart was very anxious.

It’s been so many days, and I haven’t seen anyone sent by the imperial court to look for Feng Yin. They all say that a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, but it’s been a few days already? Is it Feng Yi? Did Prince Yi and the others think that Feng Yin and I both died under the cliff? If there is another national mourning, clothes and crowns, etc., that’s fine!

If the two of us go back again, we’ll just cheat the corpses. Though it’s not right to scare people.

Even if I think so too, I can’t help it. The only plan for now is to have a comfortable stay, so that I can get better soon, before I can mention the matter of going back to the palace.

However, looking at Feng Yin, it doesn’t necessarily mean that he is in a hurry. He is quite happy that he is free and unrestrained here, and does not even mention the matter of returning.

After more than half a month of resting, the injury was more than half healed, at least I don’t have to lie in bed all the time.

However, when I got out of bed, Feng Yin would come and insist on supporting me and not the other way around. He said that it was a bunch of big truths, what made me so good, and if there were three long and two short ones ( an accident or a bad thing happening), I wouldn’t be able to return to the palace as quickly as possible. It’s fine to repeat it once or twice, but saying it all the time is quite aggravating. I got a headache every time I heard it, and I wanted to respond one sentence at a time, but he’s the Emperor, and the Dragon’s words are irrefutable, so I had to swallow the angry words in my mouth.