The bottom of the people playing cuju, wearing a thin shirt. Thin shirt will outline their body shape clearly, the guards are all shoulder broad legs long good body, occasionally stopped at the side to watch the cuju women, looking at looking at covering their mouths, pink face thin red.
Gu Yuanbai's gaze was easily drawn to Xue Yuan. It wasn't that Gu Yuanbai's perception of him was sharp, but Xue Yuan was simply conspicuous.
He ran very fast, when he ran up, his thin shirt was tightly attached to his body, his legs were taut, like a cheetah hiding an appalling explosive power. Jumping up, backward somersaults, tricks that dazzle the eye, no one in the two teams has more attention than his wind, Gu Yuanbai looked at him for a while, the first half is so over.
Xue Yuan's face was drenched in sweat, translucent and moist and sexy, and he seemed to have noticed Gu Yuanbai's gaze, so he raised his head to look towards this side.
Gu Yuanbai averted his eyes as if nothing had happened, thinking in his heart that he couldn't whore himself out.
It was impossible for him to go to bed with Xue Yuan, and once he got into this bed, he probably lost his life.
Whether she died in the Gong Concubine's bed or in Xue Yuan's bed, her reputation was not good.
Thoughts drifted for a moment, and when they moved back in the next instant, the people in the field had already disappeared. Gu Yuanbai subconsciously looked around, "Where are the people?"
Tian Fusheng couldn't get his head around it, "Your Holiness, who?"
A shout came from below the pavilion, "Your Holiness--"
Gu Yuanbai took a step forward, resting his hands on the side of the pavilion's railing, and looking down, he was seeing Xue Yuan's chest heaving, his breathing slightly ragged, and he was holding an oil-paper bag, looking up at him with a smile on his face.
Gu Yuanbai couldn't help but say, "What are you holding in your hand?"
"Niu family's donkey meat barbecue," Xue Yuan said, "This family's donkey meat barbecue is famously delicious. The meat is marinated to taste, and the ingredients complement each other so well that it's appetizing and fragrant, do you want to try it, Your Majesty?"
Gu Yuanbai was made to feel greedy by his words and had someone pick up the donkey meat roast, waiting for the people around him to check it before handing it over to him.
Gu Yuanbai unwrapped the oil paper bag, lowered his head and took a bite, the satisfyingly fragrant meat mixed with the crispy onion and ginger resounded between his lips and teeth, the meat inside was fragrant that could be tasted with the tip of the tongue, and the palm-sized cake was even more soft but not greasy, with a distinct noodle fragrance.
It was so good that Gu Yuanbai took a bite and followed it.
He was eating donkey meat fire roast on the gazebo, and Xue Yuan was looking up at him from below, gradually with a smile on his lips and laughter in his eyes.
Xue Yuan never imagined that one day he would feel relieved and elated for a person who ate two more bites of food because of him.
Halfway through this donkey meat roast, Xue Yuan was called away by the Dong Lingwei. Gu Yuanbai looked at his back and took another bite of the meat cake, not seeing Tian Fusheng's expression behind him as he looked at him, moved to tears.
Xue Yuan had really used all of his efforts in order to make it possible for His Holiness to stay at his home. Even fellow teammates Dong Ling Wei had a hard time keeping up with him, and by the time the second half was over, it was really Xue Yuan who won.
The head of the guards, Zhang Xu, stifled his head and walked up to Xue Yuan, his eyes complex: "Lord Xue, the last time I saw you, you actually held His Holiness-" in your arms.
Xue Yuan was frank and took the initiative to say, "Is Lord Zhang trying to talk to me about what happened in the palace two days ago?"
The head guard nodded, and even the most loyal and reliable person could not help but cast a skeptical gaze towards Xue Yuan at this point.
Xue Yuan's move of holding the saint in his arms was too natural, the hand that rested on his body and stroked the saint's movements, Zhang Xu intuited that it was not simple.
Xue Yuan smiled faintly and glanced towards the gazebo, "Don't think too much about it, that's because I watched His Holiness laugh feebly and worried about him, so I couldn't help but get anxious."
It makes sense, Zhang Xu frowned, still feeling that something is not right, "But Lord Xue ......"
Before he could finish his words, Xue Yuan patted him on the shoulder and interrupted, "Lord Zhang, I still have things to take care of, so we'll catch up next time." After saying that, he impatiently ran towards the pavilion.
Gu Yuanbai had already gotten into the carriage when the sound of Xue Yuan's briefing came from outside, "Your Majesty, may I go to the Xue Mansion together?"
"...... "Gu Yuanbai rubbed his forehead, "Come up."
Xue Yuan got on the carriage, all sweaty and smelly, he approached the saint, got close, took a whiff, and laughed contentedly, "The saint's body all smells like donkey meat on fire."
Gu Yuanbai sniffed, "I can only smell the odor of sweat on you."
Xue Yuan thought of his delicate nose and immediately stepped back, but he couldn't retreat any further, he let out a helpless sigh and was about to open the door and jump out of the carriage when Gu Yuanbai started coughing.
Xue Yuan was startled by his coughing, his hands were a bit overwhelmed, he was so flustered that he couldn't find his head, Gu Yuanbai held his chest and coughed so much that the corners of his eyes turned red, and only then did he manage to calm down, holding Gu Yuanbai tightly in his arms and smoothing his back.
"Why are you suddenly coughing, sick, blowing in the wind?" Xue Yuan was so anxious that he didn't even know what he was saying, "Cold? Where is it uncomfortable?"
Gu Yuanbai couldn't say a word, clutching Xue Yuan's hand in a death grip, he had the intention to control himself, but couldn't. Coughing so hard that his lungs couldn't breathe and his mind was dizzy from the lack of oxygen, his body only slowly slowed down because it had reached an extreme point.
The air at the tip of his nose was mixed with the smell of sweat, and Gu Yuanbai gripped the fingertips in his hand listlessly until he slowed down, then he rolled his eyes and glanced to the side.
Xue Yuan gripped his hand tightly and mumbled, "Your Holiness?"
Gu Yuanbai didn't want to show such a wretched side of himself, he turned his head sideways and buried his face in his hair and clothes, not wanting to speak.
It is possible to cough so hard with a blast of cold air, and if the coughing ends, it is to the extent that you cannot lift your fingers.
There was a faint taste of blood in his throat, coughed up because he was too delicate to withstand the continuous coughing.
There was no need to look at the Imperial Doctor Gu Yuanbai, he knew the condition of this body of his and how weak he was.
He even knew his approximate destiny.
Not willingly.
His fingers wanted to clench, to act as if nothing had happened, but he was so tired that he didn't want to pretend anymore, and wanted to relax for a brief moment.
Xue Yuan hugged him, leaned down, and whispered in Gu Yuanbai's ear, "Gu Yuanbai."
Gu Yuanbai answered in a deep voice.
His face was hidden by his black hair, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or sad, but it should have been sad; how could he be happy for the weakness of his body when his heart was strong and ambitious?
Xue Yuan gently pushed away the hair on Gu Yuanbai's face, Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes, but felt that Xue Yuan's hand seemed to be shaking. He couldn't help but reopen his eyes to take a look, and it turned out that he hadn't felt wrong, Xue Yuan's hands were really shaking.
"Afraid of what?" He mumbled, his tone languid, "I won't be dead for a few years yet."
Xue Yuan abruptly clenched his hand, and the words popped out from between his teeth, "A few years?!"
Gu Yuanbai's eyes twitched and smiled, "Is it possible that Lord Xue still wants me to live a long life?"
It was just that this smile of his was really forced, the corners of his lips were hooked up as if it was a million times more difficult, and Xue Yuan's face was cold, his temples bulging and the veins on his neck straining out.
When the carriage arrived in front of the Xue Mansion, Gu Yuanbai was already well, he straightened his robes and smoothed the crown of his hair, and faintly said, "I lay in bed for several months last year, and never ate a moment of meal without the flavor of medicine. You may think that I am now weak, but in my opinion, but has been much better. At least like just like the cough, since the winter, but also only four hands to count over."
Whenever the tip of the nose tickled, or the throat tickled, he would cough. Gu Yuanbai's physique seemed like as soon as he started coughing, then he couldn't stop.
After speaking, Gu Yuanbai raised his chin toward the carriage door and said, "Go down and support me."
Xue Yuan jumped off the carriage with a sullen face and reached out to help Gu Yuanbai down as well. But when the saint came down, he didn't let go of his hand, only saying in a low yet firm voice, "I'll find a divine doctor."
Gu Yuanbai smiled, "I'm also looking."
Give up your life and wait in place.
Gu Yuanbai couldn't have said it better on his lips, but privately he never gave up.
He glanced obliquely at Xue Yuan and hooked his lips, a moment that revealed the impulsiveness and provocation of youth, "Lord Xue, let's see who can find it first."
This tone of certainty that he would survive made Xue Yuan's tense brain relax for a moment, and he let go of Gu Yuanbai's hand, giving a light-hearted "hmm".
Gu Yuanbai will live a long life.
The gods have agreed not to come and rob him.
*
The only male master in the Xue Mansion who could take charge was Xue Yuan.
The two young and old ladies sent someone to ask if they wanted to come over to ask for peace, which was rejected by Gu Yuanbai. As for the second son of Xue, as early as when he knew that the saint was in person, he had already shrunk into a quail and hid in the house, not daring to say a word.
Gu Yuanbai had more than half guessed the outcome that Xue Yuan would win, and the only reason he had agreed to the grace that Xue Yuan had boldly begged for was because he wanted to know what Xue Yuan wanted to do.
Today is a day off, the emperor also rested for a day, political affairs did not bring a book, only brought a few books that often read.
Xue Yuan brought Gu Yuanbai to the courtyard to walk around, and by chance, Gu Yuanbai saw a swing in Xue Yuan's courtyard that he hadn't seen the last time he came.
The stone table was full of swept down wood shavings, Gu Yuanbai looked at it for a few moments, "Did you make this swing?"
"Well," Xue Yuan said bluntly, "the saint is sitting on the swing, and I'm sitting on the stone table, and I want to carve a little person for the saint."
Gu Yuanbai was rare, when he did walk to the swing and sat down, "Is the wooden knife you sent to me last time also made by your own hands?"
"Naturally," the corner of Xue Yuan's lips hooked up as he sat down with a big horse, letting his servants send daggers and wood, and played a handful of flowery knives in front of Gu Yuanbai as if he didn't mean to, saying, "I don't dare to say anything about the rest of my life, but playing with knives is a piece of it, and I haven't yet met anyone that can compare to me."
Gu Yuanbai was enlightened, "Rather, I've never heard of it."
Xue Yuan grinned, thinking that it would be strange if you had heard of it.
How can Xue Yuan carpentry work. It is not by Chu Wei had to the saint painted a brush painting to the gas, gentleman six arts can not learn, only playing the knife is a masterpiece, Chu Wei since he can give the saint painting, then he can give the saint engraved statues.
Who's worse than who?