The rest of the people saw that His Holiness and Lord Xue were so interested, they also knew better and stood in the corners of the courtyard so as not to get in the way of the two of them.
Gu Yuanbai had just sat on the swing when Xue Yuan, who was carving the wood in his hands at him, raised his head and glanced at him before he suddenly stood up and left in large strides, disappearing into the bedroom in the twinkling of an eye.
What is this about? Gu Yuanbai looked toward the bedroom, and before he could figure out the reason, Xue Yuan walked out again, a pillow and heavy cloak in his hands as he approached, "Your Holiness, get up for a moment."
Gu Yuanbai, "Why?"
"It's cool where you sit," Xue Yuan frowned, "Even though it's made of wood, it's best to pad it with something."
Gu Yuanbai was helpless, "I'm wearing quite a few clothes."
"Not even with quite a few clothes," Xue Yuan stood up straight, his tone softening, "You don't feel cold, your ass does."
Gu Yuanbai didn't want to talk to him about "ass or no ass", stood up and asked him to put a cushion on it. However, the cushion Xue Yuan held in his hand was not a cushion, so Gu Yuanbai asked, "Isn't this the pillow in your bedroom?"
"Dip a dip in the aroma of the Holy Spirit," Xue Yuan's mouth hooked up one side, dense and meaningful, "the Holy Spirit even know that this is the pillow of the minister's bedroom."
His smile was deep, and his afterglow whirled around Gu Yuanbai, who thought, Here it comes, the first step of seduction.
Those nasty thoughts underneath the Saint's temperament moved along, remembering Xue Jiuyao's dumbfounded expression last time, so he raised his long eyebrows and said slowly, "I'm not sitting on your pillow."
"Your Holiness, take a seat," Xue Yuan coaxed in a low voice, "I'll sleep well with it on my pillow at night."
Sleeping on the pillow he sat on ...... Gu Yuanbai was speechless, looking up towards Tian Fusheng, Tian Fusheng wit ran to, put the soft cushion that had long been prepared on top of the swing, and Xue Yuan politely said, "Xue adults, the small ones have long been prepared for a whole range of supplies, no need for Xue adults to take the trouble. "
Xue Yuan had to collect the pillow, and after Gu Yuanbai sat down, he covered the cloak in front of him again, tucking it delicately around his neck. With the cloak in front and the overcoat at the back, the hand stove in his hand, and a warming basin outside sending warmth, the cold wind could only blow his face. Gu Yuanbai exhaled a breath and comfortably said, "I'll bask in the sun, you carve yours, and when the wind picks up, go into the room."
Xue Yuan hooked the hair on the side of Gu Yuanbai's face behind his ear and smiled, "Yes."
The wood was a long piece of wood, and Xue Yuan took the knife and began to carve away, occasionally glancing up at His Holiness before looking down and moving the dagger.
Gu Yuanbai seemed to be asleep in the sunshine on the swing, and when he woke up, he had already been carried into the house by whoever, and was lying on the bed covered with a quilt.
He turned his head to see that Xue Yuan was sitting at a table in the room, intently polishing a curved sword.
The look of that scimitar was graceful and luxurious, not a mortal product. Gu Yuanbai lifted the covers and was about to get out of bed when he looked down and asked in a mute voice, "Where are my shoes and socks?"
Xue Yuan turned around when he heard the voice and saw the scene of his bare feet about to fall to the ground, his face changed and he stood up violently, the curved sword on the table was clanked by the impact.
Seeing his aggressive appearance, Gu Yuanbai retracted his feet before Xue Yuan's hands reached out and coldly burrowed into the bed of the kang, "Where's Tian Fusheng?"
Xue Yuan touched a blank and paused before saying, "Outside."
"Call him in," Gu Yuanbai frowned and looked around, but saw his white cloth socks by the table where Xue Yuan was sitting, "How did my shoes and socks get there?"
Xue Yuan's expression remained unchanged, "I don't know either."
Tian Fusheng obeyed the order and went into the house, serving the saint to put on shoes and socks, and when he was dressed, he let someone come forward and re-tie the saint's scattered black hair, becoming valiant.
After Gu Yuanbai cleaned himself up, he walked around the courtyard to wake up, and he asked Tian Fusheng, "How did I fall asleep?"
Tian Fusheng whispered; "Your Holiness, I don't know. I only saw that you hadn't sat on the swing for long before Lord Xue put down the wood and dagger and went up to carry you into the house."
"Then my shoes and socks," Gu Yuanbai, "were taken off by him?"
Tian Fusheng buried his head even lower, "The little ones have not touched His Holiness' shoes or socks."
The head guard followed behind Gu Yuanbai, wanting to speak.
Gu Yuanbai rubbed his forehead and led the way back. As soon as he went back, he saw the palace guards standing in Xue Yuan's courtyard waiting, and the door to the bedroom was tightly closed. Gu Yuanbai glanced toward the bedroom and asked, "Why are you all standing here?"
The palace attendant was careful, "Your Majesty, Lord Xue asked the little ones to wait outside, he has some personal business to do."
Gu Yuanbai's eyelids fluttered, a private matter?
He thought of the cloth socks he had left balled up by the stone table, raised his hand to tell the people not to inform, glanced behind him with his afterglow, and faintly said, "Tian Fusheng follow, the others wait here."
Gu Yuanbai silently walked up to the window and pushed it open a crack as he looked inside, and at a glance, he saw Xue Yuan crouching on one knee on the bed, sniffing the place where Gu Yuanbai had been lying from top to bottom.
The covers were piled loosely on the side of the bed, and he was propped up on the side of the bed with one hand, his spine tense, and it was impossible to tell what he looked like, but he was very much engrossed in the situation.
--Didn't even hear the window being pushed open.
Gu Yuanbai suddenly felt some heat, he side head blew the cold wind. After a while, he turned back and knocked on the window with his fingers, the loud wooden knocking sound came three times, and Xue Yuan, who was sniffing Gu Yuanbai's remaining warmth on the bed, gave a start, then slowly got out of the bed and looked towards the window.
His Majesty's face was slightly angry, long eyebrows pressed forward, containing the first bloom of plum blossoms like snow cold, five fingers bent, it was His Majesty knocked this three times to hasten the sound of life.
Xue Yuan ruffled his robe and organized himself in a flowing manner, then striding to the window and bending down to salute, "Why is His Holiness here?"
Gu Yuanbai's voice was also cold, "What are you doing."
Xue Yuan pondered for a while, "I did not rest in the bedroom when I slept two days ago, it was too hot to sleep. It was only when I saw how deeply His Holiness slept today that I felt some curiosity in my heart and wanted to see how this kang bed was actually made."
"Wanting to see how a bed is made is going to take your nose and smell it?" Gu Yuanbai mocked.
Xue Yuan also nodded his head when he was serious and said in a fervent manner, "I really haven't smelled the smell of burnt bedding."
Gu Yuanbai looked at him for a moment and tugged up the corner of his lips, "Xue Qing still has the effort to figure out the kang bed, the wood carving you carved for me should also be good, right?"
Xue Yuan's face did not change color: "That wood carving is not as good as it could be so quickly, Your Holiness wait for two days for me. When it is ready, I will personally send it to the palace."
The heat on his body dropped, and Gu Yuanbai glanced at that bed with his afterglow, the clean and tidy bed had been crossed with one mountainous fold after another, which were either deep or shallow, and there was no longer a person on them, yet it seemed as if there was still a person there.
His Holiness stared straight at the bed, and Xue Yuan turned back and followed suit, his throat rolling.
"Does the bed smell good?" His Holiness suddenly asked softly.
Xue Yuan is not only his throat itchy, his nose is also itchy, his heart and back seems to be crawling with ten thousand ants gnawing, for a long time, he said, "Fragrant."
The words came out, only to realize that his voice was hoarse to the point of containing grains of sand.
His voice is so low that it is scary, and his expression is like a fierce beast that wants to break the rope, so horrified that Tian Fusheng wants to run away by pulling his holiness. But the saint is calm, meet Xue Yuan such as the beasts of the night in general glowing green eyes, a slight smile, "Xue Qing, I also feel fragrant."
Gu Yuanbai finished and gave another breezy smile.
Xue Yuan stared at him blankly for a long time.
Tian Fusheng was shocked, "Lord Xue, you, you--your nose is bleeding!"
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There was a flurry of confusion.
Xue Yuan was pressed to go by the doctor's pulse, five months away from home, Mrs. Xue and Mrs. Xue is now precisely the time to miss him, even if it looks like just because of too much fire and nosebleed, the two elders do not see the doctor does not feel at ease.
Gu Yuanbai sat at the stone table, sipping tea in a relaxed manner. Just as he sipped, when he saw Xue Yuan tilting his head and plugging his nose, a smile spread across the corners of his lips, and he couldn't stop himself from laughing.
Interesting, fun.
The doctor on the side saw so many imposing people here, but still did not hold back from rambling to the Grand Duke: "Now obviously not yet spring, the day is still cold, how is it that you, Grand Duke, have such a vigorous liver fire and such an impatient deficiency fire?"
The imperial physician that the saint brought out from the palace is also holding his beard on the side smilingly, "Xue adult's face can see how big the fire in the body, and now there is a cold outside into the inside, under the hot and cold resistance, this night sleep is not difficult?"
Two questioning questions asked, Xue Yuan eyelids do not even droop a little. The heart said, it is difficult to sleep, so I want to hold a person with cold hands and cold feet to put in my arms.
It is common for Xue Yuan to have a lot of fire, and he has to drill all the time in the army, so he is able to keep the fire down, but when Gu Yuanbai is by his side, he can't keep it down.
The doctor prescribed heat-clearing and detoxifying Chinese medicine, and only after the people left did Gu Yuanbai stand up and hooked his lips, "Tian Fusheng, is the pot that I let the blacksmith beat out some days ago ready?"
Tian Fusheng was busy saying yes, so he had someone go and bring up the iron pot. Xue Yuan went up to take a look, the iron pot was like a taijitu, divided into inner and outer halves, "Your Holiness, what is this?"
Gu Yuanbai hooked up a kind smile, "The evening meal will depend on it. It's just a pity that this new pattern, but Xue Qing can't eat it."
Two days ago, Gu Yuanbai wanted to eat a hot pot to sweat it out, but today's rest is considered to be the real time. He raised his head to look at the sky, the sun is still high in the sky, the material soup is made now, by the time the sky dims down, it should be exactly the mellow flavor.
Xue Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your Majesty, why can't I eat?"
"I'm afraid that if you eat it, you'll be able to bleed out another bowl of blood," Gu Yuanbai glanced at him and reached out his hand from his robes, flexing his fingers and flicking the iron pot, which trembled gently, emitting a crisp ringing sound from the bottom of the heights, "This stuff catches fire."
His Holiness smiled, "So Lord Xue had better just look at it and not eat it."
Behind the imperial kitchen people came forward to take the iron pot. They heard half a month ago that the emperor wanted to eat a kind of thing called "hot pot", the master of the Royal Catering Room had personally asked the emperor, asked this "hot pot" is what a taste, after pondering for half a month, they finally made some results, the emperor! This is why I can't wait to take the rest of the day off to bring something.
Xue Yuan smiled indifferently, not thinking. But when the night sky is a little dark, smokeless carbon fire burns the iron pot, and the soup in the iron pot boiling exudes a strange fragrance, he can not help but belly roar, saliva in the mouth, who still cares about the matter of the fire, directly up to a sit, waist and back straight, the wind and rain do not move.
The thick soup in the pot was divided into two parts, one was mellow and thick like goat's milk, and the other was red and colorful like it was dyed with flower juice. Xue Yuan sniffed it, as if he could smell the spicy flavor from amongst the aroma, as well as a marvelous, sour-sweet, sweet-sour, but extremely appetizing flavor.
He couldn't help but ask, "Your Holiness, what is this red one?"
At the goat's milk-like broth, he could smell it as lamb broth instead.
Gu Yuanbai was having the meat shaved to the point where it was as thin as a piece of paper, his eyelids lifting without a glance, as if he hadn't heard Xue Yuan's words.
Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the cook holding the knife to the meat with a difficult expression, he let out a laugh, got up and took the meat, the knife changed in his hand, reflecting the firelight on top of the fresh meat, "Your Holiness, as thin as a piece of paper, it should also be something only I can do."
Only then did Gu Yuanbai raise his eyes to look at him.
His Majesty's side face was bright and dark in the firelight, reflecting a warm yellow light, and Xue Yuan coaxed, "I'll peel the meat for you, and it's enough for you to look at me twice more."