Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 786 It Really Is Dreaming
The inner room fell into a long silence.

Ji Moxiu stroked his hair absently with his fingers, his brows and eyes were silent, and the color of his eyes was constantly changing, as if he was thinking.

As time went by, Ji Liangchen's eyes became more and more cold as snow.

Sure enough, there was no expectation, so there was no disappointment.

It's rare for the emperor to make a promise. Maybe... he should express a little touch, but the strength and domineering in his bones will never fade. If his gentleness is only based on the premise that he is sick and weak, then Ji Liangchen would rather, never enjoyed such tenderness.

"What do you want?" Ji Moxiu lowered his eyes, staring at his dejected and handsome face, feeling a feeling of something precious slowly slipping through his fingers, which made him feel a little flustered.

I thought of the sudden pain in my heart when I saw his weak and sick last night, and I thought of the results of the doctor's diagnosis: weak bones, physical weakness caused by excessive fatigue, stagnation of liver qi, lack of qi and blood, weakness of limbs, typhoid fever, high fever, pharynx Congestion...

It was only then that Ji Moxiu suddenly realized that during the time he was with him, this child was not doing well at all.

Otherwise, how could his body be so weak?
Where does his liver qi stagnation come from?

Typhoid fever, high fever, congestion in the throat... It's all because of my brutality and deliberate indifference...

The old doctor's words seemed to be still echoing in his ears, "Even if the child is ignorant and makes a mistake, there should be a limit to the punishment."

But Ji Moxiu couldn't remember at this time, what mistake did this docile young man do to deserve to be treated like this?

He is just a little gentler and kinder, a little more generous in character, a little more in love with him, a little too obedient... If these are wrong, then should this world be the world of wicked people?
Ji Moxiu's thin lips gradually tightened. Not only did he not know how to strike, but he also trampled on the young man's emotions, and even destroyed it with his own hands——

Ji Moxiu stretched out his hand and uncontrollably hugged the young man into his arms again. The force was unconsciously strong, as if he wanted to embed him into his body, "As long as you say it, I will definitely do it, okay?"

Ji Liangchen was shocked and couldn't believe what he heard.

Being tightly bound by iron arms on his hard chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat of the uncle of the emperor... Well, it seems to be beating very fast, is the uncle's emotions out of control?
The emperor's uncle, who had always been calm and indifferent, unexpectedly had such a rapid heartbeat.

Ji Liangchen was thinking in a daze, but he heard the deep voice of his uncle's uncle, "Chen'er, in the past...it was my fault. It can't be worth the harm this king has done to you... The doctor who came to see you yesterday also said the same thing, so I reflected on it carefully..."

Introspect?

Ji Liangchen opened his mouth wide, his expression was a little dull, how could the emperor reflect on himself?

These two words came out of his mouth, which shocked him even more than the phrase "this king is wrong".

Uncle Huang, who has always been omnipotent and high above others, can be punished to death for a little mistake of others, and he is grateful to him. Uncle Huang, who never thinks there is anything wrong with his decision, actually said "reflection" himself?
What is sad, what is lost, what is sad and helpless, at this time, it is all thrown into the sky.

Ji Liangchen's only feeling left was horror.

His royal uncle, he must have been stimulated by something, right?But... is there any great thing in this world that can stimulate his family's emperor uncle who is so strong-minded?
"Chen'er." Ji Moxiu frowned, let go of his hand slightly, and looked at the silent young man in his arms, "Are you still blaming me?"

Ji Liangchen raised his head and looked at his royal uncle's sharp-edged and somewhat cold face, with strong and deep love in his heart.

He couldn't deceive himself, no matter how ruthlessly the emperor's uncle ignored him, he still couldn't help loving him, just seeing this face, he felt a sense of security and dependence.

Although peace of mind is often accompanied by heartache, and dependence often feels helpless...he still can't convince himself not to love.

If, at this time, there is an opportunity to improve their relationship, without having to separate, and to make their situation better in the future, why can't he give it a try?Or, what is waiting for him is not necessarily a cliff, but a palace of happiness...

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ji Liangchen tentatively said, "What Uncle Huang said...are all true? From now on... no matter how self-willed, arrogant, or tempered I am, Uncle Huang will never lose his temper with me again." , and no longer punish me?"

Seeing that he was finally willing to talk to him, Ji Moxiu breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded affirmatively, "My king promises."

"No matter what unreasonable request I make, Uncle Huang will not refuse?" Ji Liangchen asked again.

Ji Moxiu still nodded.

"Uncle Huang will always love me, pamper me, pamper me, and be obedient to me?"

obedience?

Ji Moxiu was silent for a moment, seeing that Ji Liangchen's face was about to change again, he hurriedly responded, "Well, everything is obedient."

Talking so well?
Ji Liangchen felt a little unreal, like a dream.

He frowned slightly, "Uncle Huang, can I pinch it? I seem to be dreaming."

The corner of Ji Moxiu's mouth twitched suddenly, because of his rare naivety, three black lines descended uncontrollably on his forehead.

After being speechless for a moment, he said lightly, "Pinch."

After getting the answer, Ji Liangchen raised his hand and really pinched him on the face, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Moxiu twitched the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't hurt."

That little bit of strength is not as good as a cat's scratching. It's not even enough for him to scratch an itch. How can it hurt?

Ji Liangchen's expression darkened, "It seems that he is really dreaming."

Ji Moxiu: "..."

A 25-year-old youth, wouldn't he suddenly return to his childhood, did he really lose his temper last night?

Ji Moxiu reached out to touch his forehead, and calmly withdrew his hand after a while: "The fever has subsided, stop talking nonsense."

After the words fell, Ji Liangchen's expression froze.

Is it really not a dream?

Ji Liangchen thought about it, and felt that he should make some requests in due course to verify his promise.

But... at this moment, his body is too weak and weak to do anything, and the emperor probably won't let him get out of bed, so what should he ask for?
After racking his brains for a long time, Ji Liangchen finally thought of a question that was the most important to him and made him uneasy.

"Uncle Royal."

Ji Moxiu hummed.

"How much weight do I hold in Uncle Huang's heart?" He opened his mouth slowly, closing his eyes to hide the tension in his eyes, "Is Uncle Huang's bottom line important, or me?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Moxiu's expression became a little stiff.

After a while, he slowly hugged him tightly, without any hesitation in his low voice, firm and powerful, "Chen'er is the most important existence in my heart. In the past, this king was too stupid to stick to the bottom line. From now on... Never again."

(End of this chapter)