He leaned against the head of the bed, letting the rapid breath slowly calm down.

A palace maid came in to change his clothes for him, and he waved his hand and asked them to go down.

Outside the door, Fangfei frowned slightly. It took her a while before she came in. Emperor Hongwen was still leaning against the head of the bed, and his posture did not change. But when he saw her, his eyes were filled with smiles.

She said lightly: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up and take medicine."

He doesn't move.

She had no choice but to come over. She was about to urge him, but he reached out and grabbed her hand. She was about to shake it away, but found that his hand was cold, and it was completely abnormal.

She couldn't, so she had to take his clothes and change them for him.

He didn't struggle at all, and he was at her mercy in every move. When he put on his coat, he suddenly laughed and stared at her: "Fangfei, you haven't put my clothes on me yet."

"Is that right? When I was in the Prince's Mansion, I'll pass it through you many times."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, Emperor Hongwen showed a sly smile on his face, his brows raised, and his voice was filled with joy: "Fangfei, do you remember it? You wear me clothes thirty-four times, do you know?"

Thirty-four times?

So many?

She really doesn't remember it anymore.

How long have you been in the Prince's Mansion? Two months, three months, or half a year?

Otherwise, how could he wear clothes for him so many times?

He smiled quietly: "Fangfei, I wasn't that serious at that time. However, I felt very happy that you were by my side and there were people to take care of me, so I deliberately pretended to be very serious every time and asked you to help me put on my clothes..."

She stopped her belted hands and looked up at him.

Now, is he pretending too?

Is it pretending to be serious?

He seemed to see through her thoughts and said softly: "Fangfei, I'm really fine. This time he was pretending... he lied to you to dress me..."

She didn't answer him.

But when it fell on his hands, his eyes couldn't help but feel wet.

This time, I really hoped that he was pretending—the brave Emperor Hongwen, who was once so energetic and even wanted to poison himself—

How great would it be if he was pretending?

But this time, it's really not pretending.

She lowered her head and swallowed the tears that were about to shed. She also felt quietly in her mind - he was like a mountain, like a knife... No matter how powerful the enemy is, he can cut him over.

What if he is not here?

Just myself and Honger?

How can orphans and widows continue in this life?

She slowly put on his clothes and then fed him medicine. He sat on the chair and enjoyed it very leisurely - a enjoyment full of hope and pleasure.

Swallow the soup spoonful by spoonful.

Unprecedented happiness.

I really don’t know that being sick can make people so happy. I even secretly thought secretly, if I could keep getting sick, what would I do if I could keep getting sick?

Until all the medicine was fed and she got up and wanted to leave, he reached out and hugged her waist.

"Fangfei...thank you..."

His hand pressed slightly hard, hugging her waist tighter. The end of his nose and heart were filled with the faint feminine smell on her body. Mature, charming, with a little sympathy and pity...

Oh, Fangfei, she has always had mercy on herself. Every time she gets poisoned or sick, she gives her mercy, comfort and care.

His hug became anxious again, almost pulling her body down.

The medicine flowed between the limbs, as if he was eager to find an outlet to vent. The red lips were flaming, gentle and charming... He didn't know why he always had such beautiful thoughts about her at such a dead end.

Just like a spearheaded man who has never been close to a woman in his life, he always fantasizes about the fatal temptation of a female body. However, for her, she has clearly hugged, kissed, and had the most intimate things with her...even a son.

Why do you still desire so much?

Why do I think that there is not much time, and the more I think of such an ambiguous scenery?

His breathing became more and more intense, and his hugging hands became more and more confined, burning... as if a hot orb would immediately split into two in the midst of the blazing fire.

He felt like he was about to explode.

It's about to explode completely.

He suddenly stood up,

Even the hand that hugged her had never changed, but became condescending - he was half a head taller than her, and was so caught off guard, his lips down...

She overtested her head slightly.

He was so disappointed.

She said lightly: "Your Majesty, since you are so strong, you will take your own medicine at noon."

He suddenly felt so aggrieved. He let go of his hand timidly - he let go, not let go, and just hugged him gently.

Her hand stretched out and pulled his hand off.

He stood there empty-handedly, almost crying.

Fangfei couldn't see him--he could not see his pale face. It was as if a person had tried his best to walk out of a vast desert. However, this desert was too big and too insurmountable. He could not walk and could never walk out.

She couldn't blame him, or even break up with him.

He turned around slowly and said gently: "Your Majesty, what do you want to eat at noon?"

His answer was also timid: "I like everything you do." His eyes lit up again, full of joy: "Fangfei, I live here on these seven-day vacations, and you can have dinner with me every day, okay?"

He has always been good at raising his talents.

However, Fangfei did not bargain with him at this time, so she went out slowly and ordered lunch.

It seemed as if she had no effort to give her instructions. Over the years, she had become too familiar with Emperor Hongwen's eating habits. It was like telling herself what she wanted to eat.

She came back and sat by the stove.

Emperor Hongwen also came over, wearing a thick cloak, and felt cold hands and feet.

Outside the door, a crisp sound like a silver bell came: "The Queen Mother...Father..."

Emperor Hongwen said happily: "Hong'er, come and sit next to your father."

The child jumped in. At this time, he had already changed into the dragon robe and was wearing the emperor's casual clothes. As soon as he came in, he saw the Queen Mother and his father sitting around the stove. He was so happy that he hurriedly sat between the father and the queen mother, stretched out his little hand and placed it on the stove.

Both adults looked at him.

He seemed to understand his role in connecting with them, and quietly blinked at his father and looked at the empress dowager again, "Empress Dowager, this time I go back to Pingcheng, are the three of us going together?"

Emperor Hongwen rushed to answer: "Of course. At that time, the three of us can ride in the same carriage and enjoy the wonderful scenery of our northern country together."

"Oh, it's great. Queen Mother, I'm so looking forward to it."

Fangfei smiled faintly.

His eyes still couldn't help but fall on Emperor Hongwen. But when he saw him leaning against the stove, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged the child, hugged the child completely in his arms, and then closed his eyes lazily, looking leisurely.

Of course, the child enjoyed it very much. He had not been hugged by his father like this for a long time.

Originally, the child had already ascended the throne, so it would be very bad.

However, Fangfei couldn't remind him, and she didn't expect to stop him - Emperor Hongwen, how many times could he hug his son like this?

She slowly lowered her head, watched the flames in the stove, the magical story books from the Southern Dynasty placed next to Emperor Hongwen...there are a wide variety of gadgets, snacks...and even the scent of peanuts thrown into the stove...

He prepared for a long time, so he started to enjoy it.

But she couldn't enjoy it, she just felt the invisible pain slowly expanding and expanding...

But there was no way to stop it, so I could only watch it continue.

Emperor Hongwen was telling his son a story. He said quietly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the child asked curiously from time to time. Finally, he couldn't continue to talk, and his eyes seemed to be about to close, so he just lay on the backrest and took a relaxing nap.

Fangfei also leaned on the back of the chair. When he opened his eyes and looked at her quietly, he found that she seemed to be asleep. There was a faint string hanging on her long eyelashes. I don’t know if it was water mist or if she was confused by her eyes.

The little prince ascended the throne and was about to start returning to Pingcheng.

Lu Tai and others were on vacation at home. The ministers first invited them to hunt halfway up the mountain. Within two days, they were tired of hunting. Moreover, they were active in the middle of winter and were not suitable for hunting. The prey either hid or was so thin that they were not as thin as a trace of oil.

After three days of fun, everyone couldn't rest anymore. Lu Tai was the host and invited a banquet for a few good officials.

After three rounds of drinking, an official whispered: "It is said that the little emperor rarely lives in Xuanwu Palace now."

Lu Tai squinted his eyes and said, "It is normal for the little emperor to be in Cining Palace every day; it is abnormal in Xuanwu Palace."

"But the Supreme Emperor is often in the Cining Palace."

"What's the matter? The Supreme Emperor is a person who cares about benevolence and filial piety. When the little emperor goes, he will definitely follow him to Cining Palace..."
To be continued...