Who of You Saw My Dragon

Ji Yao lifted the quilt, got out of bed with bare feet, and stepped on the snow-white long-haired carpet that did not cover the insteps to the cloakroom.

The bedroom is very large, nearly 100 square meters, and even the walk-in cloakroom is more spacious than Ji Yao's rest room in the pet store. , you can see at a glance that the workmanship and fabrics are very advanced.

Ji Yao randomly selected a few pieces and tried them on, but they all fit well. Are the people who used to live here about the same size as yourself?

At this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and a man dressed in a dark green skirt and demeanor said: "Mr. Evans, I'm Sophia, the court attendant, it's lunch time, do you want to share it with Your Majesty? Eating alone?"

Ji Yao said without thinking, "I'll just eat it alone!"

I felt that it might be inappropriate to answer too quickly, so I quickly added: "I am sick now, and eating with Your Majesty may infect him with the virus."

Sofia smiled: "Okay, you are really caring and considerate to Your Majesty."

Ji Yao: "…"

Sorry, no, he was just worried that he would not be able to eat because of the pressure.

Sophia waved her hand, four maids filed in with silver trays, pushed the bedside table in front of Ji Yao, and placed a table of delicacies, fresh shrimp noodles in tomato sauce, black truffles Pan-fried crab cakes, grilled snapper with herbs, steamed scallops, asparagus and scallop soup and assorted fruit salad, all served in high-grade china with gold and silver inlays, as pleasing to the eye as an artistic photo in a magazine. The ingredients that Ji Yao likes but cannot afford.

After tossing for a whole morning, Ji Yao was already a little hungry, but she had no appetite. After barely eating half, she couldn't eat any more, so she had to apologize: "I'm sorry, I wasted so much food, next time Give me a little less."

Sophia asked: "Are these foods not to your taste? Just tell me what you want, and we will try our best to meet your needs."

Ji Yao hurriedly said: "No, these are already good, I have never eaten such delicious food, but I have a bad appetite and can't eat so much."

Sophia said reasonably: "It's normal for you to be sick and unable to eat, so you don't need to blame yourself. But you are too thin, someone will feel distressed when you see it, and you need to eat more when you get better. It's better to gain some weight."

"Okay, I'll try my best." Ji Yao wondered, who would be distressed? He didn't know anyone else in the palace at all.

I felt sleepy when I was full. After saying a few words, Ji Yao couldn't help but yawn lightly.

"You rest, we are going to leave first. There are four maids waiting outside your bedroom at any time. You can call them if you need anything, or you can just ring the bell and tell me."

"Thank you, everyone."

Sophia led the four maids out of the bedroom and closed the door gently.

Ji Yao returned to the bed and finally lay down relaxed.

This bedroom faces south and is located on the third floor. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are not fully closed. From Ji Yao's angle, you can see a sky garden outside the window.

It was almost uneasy.

Like Sophia and those maids, she was very polite and considerate to him, but Ji Yao was worried about whether her words and deeds were inappropriate and whether it would cause trouble to others.

The most confusing thing is Louis the Great himself, his attitude towards him is somewhat similar to Antonio and Eugene, but not exactly the same.

Ji Yao didn't know what purpose the emperor brought him into the palace, and how he should face the most respected man on the planet.

Forget it, I don't want to worry about it anymore, let's go to sleep first.

Ji Yao rolled over and closed his eyes.

At the corner of the promenade, Louis stood in front of a still life hanging on the wall with a serious expression, as if appreciating and thinking deeply.

When he heard footsteps coming from the bedroom, he turned his head and asked Sophia who was walking towards him casually, "How is it?"

Sophia is several decades older than Louis, and has served him since he entered the palace. Mr Evans has had a bad appetite due to a cold and has only eaten half of his lunch and is now asleep."

Louis frowned slightly, "He's already thin, and he's sick again. How can he bear so little body."

"I have persuaded me, I hope the situation will improve after a few days of illness." Sophia said with a hesitant look, "Mr. Like a spring breeze, a true gentleman, just…”

Louis was startled, "What's wrong? Is Ayao dissatisfied with something?"

"No." Sophia decided to tell the truth, although Louis is two hundred years old, he is still a novice in love affairs. "Your Majesty, I don't know what the misunderstanding is between you and Mr. Evans, but please be blunt, Mr. Evans's poor health is the second thing. The key is that he is nervous and his mood is relatively low."

"According to my observation just now, Mr. Evans completely treats you as a stranger. No matter how nice you are to him, he will only feel pressure and become wary of you. He is also very uncomfortable with the environment in the palace. He just didn't want to make everyone embarrassed so he didn't say it. If this continues for a long time, it will be detrimental to Mr. Evans' physical and mental health, and it will not improve the relationship between you and him. positive effects."

Louis frowned even more tightly, and had to admit that Sophia's words were sharp, although she was very shameless, she still confessed to the experienced older woman: "To tell you the truth, Three months ago, I spent three days with Ah Yao in the form of a dragon, and then had to leave in a hurry. He still doesn't know that the black dragon is me, and I can't tell him the truth right now, so... What do you say I should do?"

Sophia understands, she is very clear about the emperor's physical condition, it is understandable to have such concerns, after all, she still cares too much about the black-haired boy.

era.

She couldn't help but said warmly: "As someone who has come here, I will send you a mantra of eight characters: do what you like and never regret it. To love him, you must respect him from the bottom of your heart, and figure out what he wants. What is it, give him the right to freedom and full choice. In time, I think Mr. Evans will understand your good intentions and respond to you.

After all, Your Majesty, you are so attractive, it is hard not to fall in love with you. "

The corners of Louis' tight lips rose slightly, "Thank you, I think I know what to do."

…

Ji Yao slept for a long time, and when she woke up, the bracelet showed four o'clock in the afternoon.

He stretched and felt better, so he thought of going out for a walk.

Although the bedroom is large and beautiful, it is a hundred times higher than the best room he has ever lived in, but it will feel stuffy after staying for a long time.

Just as he opened the door, a maid who was waiting next to him stepped forward and gave him a salute, "Mr. Evans, what are your orders?"

Ji Yao was embarrassed to trouble others, so she said no.

The maid asked again: "Then do you need some afternoon tea?"

"No thanks."

Ji Yao returned to the bedroom and sat on the sofa in a daze.

The emperor asked these maids to wait at his door to monitor his every move? I don't know if there are surveillance cameras in the bedroom.

He walked around the bedroom with some unease, looked at the ceiling with the crystal lamps hanging and the exquisite decorations on the wall, and after a while decided not to maliciously speculate about Louis the Great, That man is domineering, powerful, and unfathomable, but he shouldn't do such despicable things.

Then I went to the window and looked down. If I turned out the window at night, would the alarm be triggered immediately, and a bunch of guards would run to catch him and twist him to the emperor?

It’s better not to. The three-story building is quite high, and it’s cold outside.

When I was thinking about it, something in my stomach suddenly moved slightly, like a marble rolling past, grunting.

Ji Yao was a little surprised and touched his slightly rounded abdomen, what happened just now?

Since she spent half a month in Z City, Ji Yao's appetite has grown a little bigger than before. He was born with a thin physique, and it was very difficult for him to gain weight, but after two months, a layer of fat gradually accumulated on his waist and abdomen. There used to be a vest line, but now it has basically disappeared, but his face is not obvious. In winter Even wearing a thick coat is completely invisible.

Ji Yao returned to the sofa and sat down, holding her breath and putting her palm on her stomach. After two minutes, there was no more strange movement, and it was neither painful nor itchy. Don't care about it.

I probably ate too well at noon, my stomach was uncomfortable, and I had some flatulence. Do I have to control my diet and exercise more in the future?

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white coat and carrying a medicine box appeared at the door, bowed to Ji Yao and saluted, "Mr. Evans, I am the imperial physician Conrad, I have come to see you on the orders of Your Majesty."

"Come in."

Ji Yao was about to get up and go forward to meet him. Conrad, who dared to do it, hurriedly said, "Just sit on the sofa, you don't have to get up."

While talking, she glanced at Ji Yao quickly, she was amazed that Brandon's words were true, and the one who could impress His Majesty's diamond heart was indeed a handsome and beautiful young man, and then he was very professional He sat down opposite Ji Yao ethically, and asked in an orderly manner, "When did you start feeling unwell? What are the specific symptoms?"

Ji Yao replied: "Since the evening of the day before yesterday, I have been sneezing, runny nose, a little afraid of cold, and my appetite and spirit are not good."

Conrad nodded, let Ji Yao open his mouth to look at his tongue coating and throat, then took out an infrared thermometer from the medicine cabinet and measured it in front of Ji Yao's forehead, The temperature showed 366 degrees, and he said: "Fortunately, there is no fever. It seems that it is just a common upper respiratory tract infection. You don't need to take medicine for the time being, but you should keep warm, rest more, and drink more water."

This is the same as Ji Yao's self-judgment, "Okay, thank you."

"You're too kind, that's my job." Conrad was flattered, then took a small hand-held lancing device from the medicine cabinet, "Also, Evans Sir, I want to create a medical file for you to better understand your health status, and I need to take a blood sample from your finger, so I will offend you, but it will not hurt at all."

This is a trivial matter, much simpler than Eugene's mysterious inspection, so Ji Yao stretched out his hand.

Conrad put the blood collection device on his index finger, pressed the switch, the red light flashed, the blood collection was completed, and it really felt nothing.

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you feel that your symptoms are getting worse, please let me know at any time."

After packing the medicine box, Conrad saluted Ji Yao again, and then backed out.

When I left the bedroom and came to the corridor leading to the outer palace, there were muffled discussions from a side hall where the servants rested. I heard a few words.

"Could it be that the person whom His Majesty brought back at noon was the spouse he said that day, our future queen?"

"Impossible, I heard that the young man is called Evans. There is no family in the upper class of the imperial capital with this surname."

"That's right, and he's still a man, and he won't give birth to cubs. Although he looks okay, it's not so stunning. It's not as good as the little son of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Ellen, Your Majesty. Picture him what?"

"It is said that he has a good temper and a well-behaved personality. Maybe Your Majesty will take a fancy to this and bring him into the palace to play for two days to relieve his boredom. If you want to be a queen, forget it. Bar!"

Conrad sneered and shook his head, then coughed.

Conrad said with a deep face: "I advise you, you can't be too respectful to the new Mr. Evans. I just heard what I just said, if it reaches your Majesty's ears I'm afraid you can only pray for a good birth in your next life."