Would You Like to Have a Drink

Is it really okay to sneak into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night, scaring them half to death?!

 

Zong Luo was simply infuriated that he didn’t know where to vent his anger. But considering that his throat hurt like it was being scraped with a small knife every time he opened his mouth to speak, he could only keep his mouth shut and glare at Yu Beizhou.

 

“You can’t blame me for deliberately scaring Senior brother. Now, Senior brother is a big celebrity in this Imperial City. After hearing that Senior Brother caught a cold, countless people came to visit. It’s just that Senior brother and I have a deep connection, and you woke up just as I arrived.”

 

Being stared at with such a gaze, Yu Beizhou didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, but rather enjoyed it.

 

His face still had that usual ambiguous smile. When he leaned over, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be filled with laughter, and at a glance, one could see his good mood that he didn’t bother to hide.

 

Yu Beizhou was right.

 

When Zong Luo was in a coma, Emperor Yuan came, Pei Qianxue came, and Imperial Censor Xue also came to visit. Zong Luo didn’t wake up at all, only when he sneaked in did he wake up. Isn’t this having a deep connection?

 

“Senior Brother has been sleeping for so long, you must be hungry.”

 

He spoke as if he was considerate, and magically pulled out a bowl of hot white porridge from behind him. There were only some green vegetables floating on it, and it was so bland that it was unappetizing. However, to Zong Luo, who was now so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back, it was as fragrant as a delicacy.

 

Yu Beizhou smiled and picked up the spoon, scooped up a full spoonful, and brought it to Zong Luo’s lips. “Senior brother, come, open your mouth.”

 

Zong Luo was covered in goosebumps by his unusual behavior. “Put the bowl down, I can eat by myself.”

 

“That’s not possible.” Yu Beizhou’s smile remained unchanged. “I have to feed Senior brother well.”

 

He maliciously brought the spoon close to Zong Luo’s lips, and his fingertips pressed slightly, making the thin lips that were still red from the fever look swollen.

 

Yu Beizhou was fascinated by this decadent color, and deliberately lowered his voice. “If Senior brother can’t eat enough, who will feed your pitiful Junior brother and Little Junior brother who has been ‘hard’ in the dark room all day?”

 

Zong Luo: “…..”

 

He knew this person had no good intentions, and what he did was definitely not a good deed out of kindness.

 

But now, although his fever had subsided a bit, as the imperial physician said, he hadn’t caught a cold for many years, and when he caught it once, it was so severe that he couldn’t get out of bed, and even lifting a finger felt strenuous.

 

A tiger falls on the plains and is bullied by a dog. (TL: A man who loses position and influence may be subjected to much indignity.)

 

Zong Luo prided himself on being iron-boned, and refused to open his mouth.

 

Even if he starves to death on this bed, or jumps down from the outside, he won’t eat a bit of what Yu Beizhou feeds him!

 

Just as the two were at a stalemate, there was suddenly the sound of a eunuch outside.

 Thud thud thud.

 

“Your Highness, Young Master Gu seeks an audience.”

 

Zong Luo was taken aback, remembering what Yu Beizhou had said about the deep night, and immediately realized that he had been tricked, and glared at him fiercely.

 

“Let him in.”

 

As soon as he opened his mouth, the spoon that was pressed against his lips found a gap and squeezed in, almost choking him with a spoonful of porridge.

 

When Gu Ziyuan came in from outside, this was the scene he saw.

 

The prince in white was sitting on the bed in a thin inner garment, his shoulders slender, his face abnormally flushed. The whole person had changed from his usual cold and out-of-the-world autumn frost like a full moon demeanor, instead his face was flushed, he couldn’t stop coughing, showing a sense of vulnerability that had never been shown before.

 

The red-clothed general was lazily sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand holding a bowl of white porridge, the other hand affectionately resting on the back of the prince in white, pretending to pat.

 

Their atmosphere was self-contained, not allowing others to intervene.

 

Thinking back to the scene he saw during the New Year’s festival, the sour feeling in Gu Ziyuan’s heart became stronger.

 

It wasn’t until Zong Luo finally caught his breath that he realized that Yu Beizhou had audaciously put his hand on his back. The burning heat coming from his palm was even higher than Zong Luo, who was seriously feverish.

 

“Brother Luo.”

 

Gu Ziyuan said awkwardly, “I heard that Brother Luo caught a cold, I was a bit worried, so I came to see.”

 

He was now also a court official, unlike Ye Linghan who could only wait for news in the Third Prince’s Mansion. Occasionally making an excuse to enter the palace was still possible.

 

“Thank you, Ziyuan for your concern, I am not seriously ill.”

 

Zong Luo nodded at him, “The imperial physician said that I just need to rest for a few days and I will recover soon.”

 

This was clearly an intention to drive people away.

 

In fact, the one he wanted to drive away was Yu Beizhou, and Gu Ziyuan was just innocently implicated.

 

But since Zong Luo had called the imperial physician in, Gu Ziyuan left, and Yu Beizhou couldn’t continue to stay here shamelessly, even though he thought the weak senior brother looked more appetizing, which made people excited.

 

But the fever was indeed quite serious.

 

Yu Beizhou thought carelessly, if he stayed here a little longer, and angered the senior brother who was already feverish, and made people’s brains confused, then his hard-prepared surprise would not be able to be unveiled.

 

Thinking of this, Yu Beizhou couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful. “Then wait for Senior brother to finish drinking the medicine, and Junior brother will leave.”

 

He put down the porridge bowl, very naturally took the witch medicine that had just been boiled from the imperial physician’s hand, and brought it to Zong Luo’s lips with a spoon under everyone’s gaze.

 

Zong Luo, who had almost been choked to death by Yu Beizhou just now: “………”

 

Back in the Ghost Valley, Zong Luo had shown his extreme resistance to witch medicine. Yu Beizhou and he were from the same school, and the two were considered childhood friends, so he naturally knew it clearly.

 

Now rushing up to serve the medicine, and specifically changing a spoon, Sima Zhao’s heart is clear as day. (TL: ambition is very obvious and well known to everyone)

 

Who feeds the patient medicine, and feeds it spoon by spoon, isn’t this deliberately making people suffer?

 

Zong Luo was so angry, he snatched the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. “You can leave now!”

 

Because this was the latest bitter medicine developed by the imperial physician, the taste was touching, and it was thousands of times stronger than ordinary witch medicine. So these days, Zong Luo needed to dawdle for a long time to take the medicine, and had never been as efficient as today.