Chapter 962

In August, we don't teach clothes. In the twinkling of an eye, two months passed and the weather became cool.

On this day, an unexpected guest came to the Turkic King's court.

"Third prince, your majesty is dying!" The envoys mourned.

Shen Yan was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "before your majesty Isn't it all right? "

The emissary shook his head and said sadly, "Your Majesty has not been well since he returned to Beijing two months ago. I'm afraid that the doctor's tone is It won't last this autumn. "

Shen Yan was so frightened that he couldn't even take care of his luggage. He followed the envoy in a hurry.

On the way, everyone was silent. Shen Cheng is now terminally ill. Everyone knows why. But we can't complain about the third prince. After all, it's hard to explain. A younger brother should have suffered from Acacia for his brother's sake. If it's spread out, what will others think of your majesty today? Where is the power of Yan?

After half a month, the horses arrived at the imperial palace of the state of Yan.

Shen Yan entered the bedroom hall, walked to the bedside, gently lifted the curtain of the bed, and saw Shen Cheng lying lifeless. His face was pale, and his lips were pale. He was really dying.

"Your Majesty has little time to wake up now..." The eunuch choked.

Shen Yan felt uncomfortable and waved the palace people down. He sat at the head of the bed and looked down at the man in a coma. For a moment, he had mixed feelings and was silent.

I don't know how long later, an extremely weak "elder brother" suddenly came to my ear. Shen Yan was very surprised. Looking for a sound, it turned out that Shen Cheng woke up.

"Come here" please come and have a look!!!

As soon as Shen's words came out, he was stopped by Shen Cheng shaking his head.

"Stop yelling. I can't see well..."

Shen Yan was distressed and guilty. He hung his head speechless.

"Brother, will you sleep next to me?" Shen Cheng's voice is as low as a mosquito.

Shen Yan's heartache is hard to deal with. Naturally, he is willing to do so. He took off his shoes and socks and lay down beside Shen Cheng, carefully helping Shen Cheng tuck in the quilt.

"That's how we used to sleep together when we were kids." Shen Cheng said in a low voice, "but later, brother, you despised me and left me to sleep alone."

Shen Yan was funny and sad. He said softly, "don't speak so pitifully. How can we continue to sleep together when we all grow up? "

"There are a lot of farmers and brothers who even squeeze a bed when they grow up." Shen Cheng retorts discontentedly.

"They don't have a bed." Shen Yan said jokingly, "we are not poor people. There are spare bedrooms and beds at home. Where do you need to squeeze them together? "

"Hum..."

Shen Cheng's body is too weak now. Even though his cold hum voice is small, his momentum is weak for a moment. On the contrary, he looks pitiful and lovely.

"After all, brother, you just want to leave me..."

"I didn't..."

"Oh..." Shen Cheng chuckled, a little self mocking. He asked softly, "if it wasn't for me, would you come back to see me, brother?"

Shen Yan was deeply grieved and speechless for a moment. It's hypocritical to say "yes" -- in the past few months, I have been really guarding against Shen Cheng. Saying "no" seems too cold and arbitrary. Shen Cheng is really in my mind.