The Sickly Beauty Substitute Called It Quits

Shen Yu couldn't recover for a long time.

He only mentioned the swing to Shang Junlin once, but he didn't expect that Shang Junyue would set him up on a swing in the Yuzhang Palace in a blink of an eye.

The swing is nothing, but what is rare is that as an emperor, Shang Junlin can always keep his affairs in his heart.

"I like it very much," Shen Yu turned back, met the man's eyes full of tenderness, and repeated, "I really like it, Your Majesty."

"Go and have a look." Shang Junlin took Shen Yu's hand and walked towards the swing.

The man's hand is warm and powerful, and the gloomy hand is quietly curled in the man's palm, like a tired bird finding a harbor to shelter from the wind and rain.

Shen Yu looked at the swing that suddenly appeared and gave him a great surprise. The rope on which the swing was hung was **** thick, with green vines decorated with white flowers wrapped around it, and the seat below was large enough for him and Shang. Jun Rin and the two sat down together.

Shen Yu walked around the swing, feeling a little itchy.

"Your Majesty, I'll sit up, you push me." After Shen Yu finished speaking, he sat down on the swing.

For comfort, a thick fleece blanket is placed on the wooden chair to isolate the coolness of the wooden chair and reduce the hardness of the wooden chair.

Shang Junlin walked behind Shen Yu and slowly pushed up the swing.

Shen Yu sat on the swing, swaying as the swing went up and down, the breeze brushed his cheeks and raised the hair behind him.

Every time it fell, the gloomy hair would float to Shang Junlin's body and hands with the strength of the wind.

His eyes narrowed comfortably, and after a while, Shen Yu suddenly realized that it didn't seem very good to keep pushing Shang Junlin, and the next time he fell, he pulled Shang Junlin's sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Shang Junlin grabbed the rope of the swing firmly and stopped the swing.

Shen Yu turned his body and looked up at him: "I want Your Majesty to accompany me."

Shang Jun paused for a while, but finally did not resist the idea of ​​swinging with Shen Yu, so he walked to Shen Yu and sat down.

They didn't let the palace servants push the swing, but let the swing slowly sway, and Shen Yu leaned on Shang Junlin's shoulder, talking about their childhood.

"At that time, Shen Qingran liked to come and show off to me very much. The Marquis of Zhenbei built a swing for him in the yard. He liked it so much that he had to take me to see his swing," Shen Yu's eyes drifted away slowly. , "Look at the kind he plays."

Many years have passed, and Shen Yu didn't remember much of this at first. Sitting on the swing today, the long-lost memory was found.

"He smiled very happily. I was standing not far away at the time and wanted to give it a try, to try the feeling of flying, but I knew that Shen Qingran would not sit for me, he was always like this, what did he get? Good things, you have to come and show them off in front of me."

Speaking of this, Shen Yu chuckled lightly, "At that time, I still had fantasies about Zhenbeihou, and even naively went to Zhenbeihou, wanting the same thing, and the result can be imagined."

"It's the Marquis of Zhenbei's fault." Shang Jun stroked his gloomy hair.

"Later I slowly understood that the Marquis of Zhenbei is unreliable. No matter how much I want, I won't go to him."

In fact, what kind of precious things can a child want? It is nothing more than longing for the warmth behind those things. Unfortunately, the Marquis of Zhenbei refused to give him even a little warmth of charity.

"Don't talk about the Marquis of Zhenbei, let's talk about the swing. Later, when I grew up, someone came to me with a title deed and said that there are some things left by my mother to give me, and that Zhuangzi is one of them. When I came to Zhuangzi, I had someone make a swing, tried it, and found that it felt completely different from what I imagined."

"It won't happen in the future." Shang Junlin hugged Shen Yu's arm tightly.

"Huh?" Shen Yu was surprised.

"Ayu won't have what he wants but can't get in the future."

Shang Junlin can't change Shen Yu's past that he didn't have time to participate in, he can only make up for his past regrets bit by bit, but he can guarantee that in the future with his participation, Shen Yu will never leave the same regrets!

"I'm no longer a child. If I really want anything, I'll take it myself," Shen Yu looked up at the sky, "It's fine now, with Your Majesty, I'm already very satisfied."

This life was picked up in vain, and the fate is in his own hands, and he can live it as he wants.

The days after returning to the palace are gradually on the right track. Except for the bitterness of the new prescription, Shen Yu has no dissatisfaction.

"Can't I ask Imperial Doctor Gu to change the recipe?" Shen Yu took the medicine in the bowl and drank it, and immediately grabbed a handful of candied fruit and put it in his mouth.

"Ayu can endure for a few more days, and after this course of treatment, you can change the prescription before the meeting."

Shen Yuyou looked at the man who was standing and talking without back pain: "Your Majesty said the same thing yesterday."

"Doctor Gu said that adding the medicine that suppresses the bitter taste will dilute the effect of the medicine. For the sake of the body, Ayu will endure it a little longer." Shang Junlin also did not want to see the depression and discomfort. The medicine was uncomfortable, and he hoped that the depressed body could be healed sooner.

In just a few days, the little meat that he finally raised was gone, and his face was smaller than before he fell ill.

Shen Yu knew that drinking the medicine was for his own health, but he just couldn't help but want to complain to Shang Junlin. Thinking of the reason for his illness, he asked, "What about the man in gray? Who the **** did it?"

"I can't ask the person behind the scenes. No matter how the punishment is used, that person will not speak. If he hadn't found out in time, he would have killed himself by taking the medicine." Shang Junlin would only want to know who the person behind the scenes was more than Shen Yu, but they had control over them. The clues are too few to be found at all.

The last time there was an accident in the Yuzhang Palace, he replaced most of the people in the Yuzhang Palace, and he was unable to find out the mastermind behind it. It is estimated that it will be difficult this time.

"The man in gray should be a dead man. He knows our movements very well, and also understands the behavior of the Yinlongwei and the Imperial Army," Shen Yu thought about it. Quan Dahuan should not have much."

The Yinlongwei is similar to the existence of the dead, and usually only works in secret. Many ministers only know that there is such a power in the hands of Shang Junlin. As for what the Yinlongwei looks like and how to do things, it is completely unclear.

Shen Yu: "It is estimated that there is nothing to be found on the man in gray. Since the other party made a move, he must have thought of the way back to failure."

Shang Junlin: "I know."

The man in gray really gave the interrogators a headache, and the fact that the dead man couldn't ask anything in his mouth almost became their consensus, but the man they caught who injured His Majesty, His Majesty did not let go, they could only continue to interrogate.

When the person was tossed to the last breath, His Majesty finally passed an order: Don't ask anything, continue the trial.

"What do you mean by this, Your Majesty?" The people who received the order looked at each other.

"Your Majesty is venting his anger for your noble lord, just don't make him feel better." Someone responded.

"Your Majesty really values ​​your noble lord." Another person sighed.

"Don't talk about it, let's work, and let's take out the anger we've suffered for the past two days."

On the other side of the dark prison, listening to the hoarse screams not far away, King Yue shrank to the corner of the wall.

I don't know if those people did it on purpose or not. Every time they interrogate the prisoner not far from him, it's okay once or twice, but the number of times is more, and the gods can't stand the screams that always linger in their ears.

In addition to the screams, there are also all kinds of horrifying sounds of punishment: the "sizzling" sound of the hot soldering iron touching the skin, the sour "creak" sound, the sound of the whip falling and the sound of hitting people. sound……

After a few days, King Yue was exhausted, and his dreams were filled with similar voices.

He can't stay any longer! He has to get out!

The King of Yue has already ignored what the late emperor had entrusted to him, and he must not use the words of those forces unless he has to. He just wants to get out of this dark place and stay away from those tormenting voices!

"Your Majesty, there is movement." The head of the hidden dragon guard kneeled respectfully on the ground and said.

"Don't startle the snake first, I want to catch the big fish behind King Yue at once." Shang Junlin sat on the throne with one hand on his head, his tone flat.

"Yes."

King Yue used a special method to contact someone, and he finally felt relieved. Hearing the screams next door, it was not as difficult as before.

The screams from the next door continued. Occasionally, a few whispers could be heard. It was nothing more than how His Majesty loved Shen Guijun. The King of Yue sat by the wall and unconsciously recalled the elegant young man in blue.

gloomy.

What went wrong, caused Shen Yu's attitude towards himself to change drastically overnight, and King Yue still didn't understand.

Shen Yu heard King Yue's movements from Shang Junlin's mouth and was puzzled: "Why did he suddenly lose his mind?"

With King Yue's prudence, there's no reason why he couldn't even endure a few days in prison.

"I asked them to place the interrogation site of the man in gray near the King of Yue." Shang Junlin recounted in a calm tone.

"Pfft," Shen Yu couldn't help laughing, "How did Your Majesty come up with this method?"

Shen Yu can already think of how tormented King Yue has been during this period of time. King Yue is a person who can't stand the noise. With such a voice lingering in his ears every day, it is the limit that he can endure until now before moving.

"It's your gentleman who taught me well."

Shen Yu: "???"

"What did I teach Your Majesty?"

Shang Junlin reminded: "Your lord asked me to send letters to the beauties of the King of Yue last time..."

Shen Yu choked, but thinking of the unfortunate days that King Yue had spent during this time, he decided not to care about Shang Junlin.

Mentioning the dark prison, Shen Yu thought of another person locked in the dark prison: "Your Majesty, is there anything in the He family?"

"Yes," Shang Junlin frowned slightly, "they went to the capital secretly."

When they arrived in the capital, they didn't do anything to prevent them from frightening the snakes. Shang Junlin only let people pay attention to their every move, and there was no other action for the time being.

The He family, the mysterious force behind the He family, the King of Yue, and Shen Yu linked the three together, and couldn't help but have a new idea. Maybe Young Master He was just a pretense? King Ruoyue didn't get the help of the mysterious power because he rescued Young Master He...

No, there is no need for King Yue to spend a lot of time to replace Young Master He from the dark prison. King Yue is a person who can't afford to be without profit. If there is not enough interest, it is impossible to take such a big risk to save a person who is in a dark prison.

"Your Majesty also pay attention to the movements of Young Master He during this time." Shen Yu reminded.

"I will pay attention." After Shang Junlin finished speaking, he put down the memorial in his hand and approached Shen Yu who was standing on the other side.

"Do you still remember our bet? The spring season is about to start." Shang Junlin picked up Shen Yu and walked to the soft couch, put him down gently, and then leaned over—

Shen Yu turned around and escaped from the shackles of Shang Jun: "The outcome is uncertain, what is your majesty doing in such a hurry?"

The author has something to say: when I was writing about the swing today, I couldn’t help but think that after the two expressed their feelings, Ayu was pressed on the swing in such and such a scene, so there was a small theater:

The fair-skinned fingers tightly clenched the rope on the swing, and the swing continued to swing with the man's movements. Shen Yu tightly grasped the man's clothes with one hand, and the voice sounded intermittently:

"Your Majesty, um... stop..."

"Don't be afraid, hold me tight."

Shang Junlin hugged him tightly, their clothes were still intact, the black clothes and the white clothes were intertwined in layers, and as the swing swayed, they gradually merged into one...