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Chapter 752: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

"This is different!"

Wen Yu looked up suddenly, his eyes red.

To him, she is more important than his life.

Whoever touches him will be made to suffer a fate worse than death.

Wen Yu grabbed her hand, his palm burning hot: "Even if I don't become the queen, I will never let anyone bully you. Ah Heng, come with me, okay?"

"not good."

Song Yuesheng pulled his hand back simply, "Maybe one day I'll get tired of the queen position, but now——"

She leaned forward slightly and looked him intently in the eyes.

"My dream is to be a queen."

"Want me to give up? Either kill me, or..." Song Yuesheng's fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple, "Knock me out and take me away. But——"

She suddenly took two steps back, tilted her head and smiled.

"You may not be able to beat me."

"so……"

Song Yuesheng fiddled with the bandage on his wrist nonchalantly. "The best way is to poison me. Something colorless and odorless. If you don't give me the antidote, I'll just have to obey."

Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing Wen Yu's heart and making him tremble.

She even thought of a way for him, but she just didn't believe that he would protect her.

Wen Yu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a resolute undercurrent in his eyes.

"If this is what you wish for... Ah Heng, I will help you. But there is one condition..."

"Sister Yue, what did you do to this supporting character? Why is he so devoted to helping you?" Blue Sparrow screamed in the sea of ​​stars.

"Sparrow Spirit, why are you complaining at the critical moment again?" Song Yuesheng rolled his eyes in his mind, "If you want to complain, go to the system forum, don't get in the way here."

"Oh, okay..."

Wen Yu saw that she was distracted, and added: "It's not difficult. I will help you become the queen, but you are not allowed to sleep with your royal brother."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful smile on his lips: "You won't let me go?"

"If I hadn't followed you out of Dichen Garden that night, maybe." Wen Yu's gaze was so hot that it almost burned people. "Ah Heng, wait until you are tired of the position of queen, then I will take you away."

Song Yuesheng's eyes turned: "Well... okay."

"Now that this matter is settled, let's go. I'll give you the painting. You won't be able to see it after dark."

After saying that, she stood up swiftly.

Wen Yu was still immersed in the conversation just now and was stunned for a moment until she walked to the door and came to her senses.

He hurried after her, his boots crunching in the snow.

Song Yuesheng was seen bending down to pick up a plum branch from the corridor, weighing it in his hand like a pen, and then walking towards the open space behind the house.

"Stand there and don't move."

She suddenly turned around and pointed the branch at him, "If you come over, you will destroy it."

Wen Yu had no choice but to stop.

As dusk fell, he watched her running back and forth in the snow like a naughty child, and the rustling sound of branches scratching through the snow was endless.

When the sun was about to disappear below the horizon, Song Yuesheng finally stood up and waved at him.

"Okay!" She smiled brightly, "But you have to stand on the roof to see the whole picture."

Wen Yu jumped onto the roof.

When his eyes passed over the roof, his whole body froze instantly.

On the white snow, there was a portrait of him.

The lines are simple yet expressive, even the folds of the robe appear lifelike.

That outfit was clearly the same as when he first came to the cold palace.

The twilight adds a final layer of gold to this "snow painting", as if time is forever frozen at this moment.

Wen Yu stood on the roof, the cold wind blew up his clothes, but it could not blow away the burning heat in his heart.

"How is it?" Song Yuesheng's voice brought him back to reality.

She stood in the snow, the mist from her breath blurring her smiling face, "Is Your Highness Prince Yi satisfied?"

Wen Yu jumped off the eaves, and the snow soaked his boots.

He walked towards the painting step by step, but stopped when he got close.

Next to the portrait is her name.

——Song Yuesheng.

"Ah Heng, write your name..." Wen Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was unusually low and hoarse, "Are you saying, I am yours?"

Song Yuesheng exclaimed, his nose red from the cold: "The name means seal, which means that this painting was drawn by me."

She rubbed her hands and blew out a cloud of white mist.

"Okay, now that you've seen the paintings, Wen Jibai, you can go now... Ouch!"

Before she could finish her words, her ankle suddenly twisted.

He tripped over a rock covered in snow and fell forward uncontrollably.

"do not come!"

She waved her hands hastily, trying to steady herself, "I can stand."

Although he managed to keep his balance and not fall, the plum branch in his hand slapped Wen Yu's face in panic, leaving a glaring red mark on his handsome profile.

"It's over, it's over!"

Song Yuesheng hastily threw away the plum branch and limped forward, "If you go to court with this seal on your face tomorrow, those censors will definitely tear down the imperial study."

She grabbed his sleeve and dragged him into the house.

"Come with me quickly, there is medicine in the room."

Wen Yu let her pull him, and suddenly asked, "Did the emperor give it to you again?"

Song Yuesheng rolled his eyes: "Wen Yu bit my right wrist until it was bloody."

She shook her bandaged wrist deliberately.

"He can't even hold chopsticks steadily these days, and needs help to dress himself. What's wrong with sending him some medicine? If you don't even send him medicine... I think the Queen Mother will be happy to see him stay in bed for a month or so."

The charcoal fire in the house was burning brightly and the air was filled with the aroma of medicine.

Song Yuesheng tiptoed to take the medicine box from the top of the cabinet. His plain white sleeves slid down to his elbows, revealing the glaring bandage on his wrist.

Wen Yu lowered his head hurriedly.

"look up."

Wen Yu didn't move.

He was in a dilemma about how to deal with the problems between his brother and Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng didn't waste any words and just lifted his chin.

The bloodstain on the left cheek extended from the cheekbone to the jaw, like a stroke of cinnabar across the finest rice paper.

It seems... a little heavier.

But if her guess was true, this little injury was nothing.

The moment the medical handkerchief touched the wound, Wen Yu frowned slightly, but he kept staring at her eyes so close to him.

"Bear with it."

Song Yuesheng slowed down his movements and pressed carefully with his fingertips through the handkerchief.

The candlelight cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyelashes, and the leaf birthmark behind her ear was faintly visible.

The stinging pain from the medicine seeping into the wound made Wen Yu suddenly grab her waist.

Song Yuesheng reacted very quickly and subconsciously clenched his fist and hit him hard in the chest.

With a dull "bang", Wen Yu let go of her hand in pain and she immediately took three steps back.

"Wen Jibai, I seem to have forgotten to tell you not to do anything behind my back, otherwise you will get hurt even more badly."

Wen Yu rubbed his chest and said aggrievedly: "I touched my waist, not my back."

"Do you want to go further?" Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes.

Wen Yu stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his robe: "When the doctor treated my injuries when I was a child, he always said something comforting."

He looked at her meaningfully.

"They wouldn't be so cruel to patients."

Song Yuesheng sneered: "Brother, are you a child? Do you want me to take your words to the Imperial Hospital and see how the doctors react?"

"no!"

Wen Yu's expression changed immediately.

He took a step forward and said in a low voice: "You know my feelings for you, and so do the three palace maids."

Wen Yu stared at her with burning eyes.

"I just... want to be closer to you, is that not okay?"

Song Yuesheng's expression eased a little: "Although I'm not targeting you, don't do anything behind my back in the future."

She pointed to her temple.

"This is... a habitual defense. When we get along for a long time, I will naturally not treat you as an assassin."

"What strange habit?"

Wen Yu muttered in a low voice.

He pretended to be relaxed and picked up the medicine bottle on the table. "Let's go."

He didn't want to ask her if she had ever experienced anything bad.

To speak out is to open the wound again.

That would be too cruel to her.

The moment I stepped out of Canwu Palace, a cold wind blew in my face.

Wen Yu raised her hand and gently touched the scar on her face, which seemed to still have the warmth of her fingertips.

As the aroma of medicine lingered, he suddenly chuckled.

This scar looked like a mark left by her own hands.