Your Majesty, Please Come In - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Strange Dreams (Part 2)

(quick t/n: I’m changing Si Juan to Si Lian)

“Get up, idiot! What’s the use of screaming, fool! You have disgraced this lord’s old face!” I roared, though, I was the only one hearing it.

“Stop! You can’t hit him! How can you hit him!” A gentle voice with a hint of anxiety sounded.

Who?…. Who’s talking?

The faces of the people around him gradually became clearer. The ‘Ziqing’ in front of him was kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands and sobbing in a low voice. A child was laughing and throwing stones in front of him while passers-by looked indifferent and disgusted, but there was no figure of the person who had just spoken.

“Stop, how can you hit him!” Then one person stepped forward to help ‘Ziqing’ up who was on his knees and drove away the evil child. I could clearly see his face. Isn’t this… Qingheng? “

Qingheng didn’t despise the dirty ‘Ziqing’, he reached out and took off his jacket (robe), then also took off ‘Ziqing’s’ jacket (robe), which could only be called a strip of cloth, and put his jacket (robe) on the dumbfounded ‘Ziqing’. He gently wiped away the tears and dirt from ‘Ziqing’s’ cheeks, and asked softly, “Your Highness, are you alright?”

Without answering, ‘Ziqing’ rushed up, hugged him tightly, never letting go while chanting someone’s name, smirking with a happy face. “Si Ran…Si Ran…I finally found you. Don’t ever leave me again, never again…”

Let go, he is not Si Ran, he just looks similar to Si Ran… Don’t be deceived.

Perhaps….don’t lie to yourself.

“Fool… How can I be willing to leave you.” said an elegant voice with infinite loneliness.

My head hurts a little. I pressed my brow together. Just now, who’s talking?

“Okay, okay, what His Highness says goes. As long as His Highness takes the medicine obediently, I will not leave.” Qingheng treated ‘Ziqing’ like a child just now.

“As long as Si Ran doesn’t leave, I can do whatever I want.”

After that, he picked up ‘Ziqing,’ turned around, and walked away, as ‘Ziqing’ smirked and hugged him back.

The few face that was left, it turned out to have been thrown away by myself a long time ago.

Ziqing…I’m here, why don’t you want to look back at me…

My pupils dilated as I swiftly twisted my head to gaze at the person behind me. The pain of suffocation hit me overwhelmingly, a face with tears on it, a little bright red on the forehead sliding down, sliding through my heart, empty eyes looking at the faraway ‘Ziqing’, with unwillingness.

I woke up startled, sat up dumbfounded, and the dreams of the past gradually emerged in my mind, and realized I couldn’t do without Si Ran.

Si Ran…

Tsk, what’s going on, that dream was too real, and it seemed to be linked to that previous dream. Is it possible that this is what I’ve lost?

Ah, it’s too absurd, so unbelievable.

I pulled two handfuls of hair, got up and lit a candle, poured a cup of tea for myself, sipped it slowly, and thought about it carefully.

Could it be that master Qingheng is Si Ran? But intuition tells me that he is not.

He once said that his real name was Si Lian, but I’d never heard of Si Lian, and when I questioned who Si Ran was, Xin Xing and the elderly servant acted so strangely that they were unwilling to speak openly. The foreword does not correspond to the backstory; someone should be worrying about this individual. This isn’t a dream at all!

Outside the window, insects were chirping, but I didn’t know it was bothersome. The sky was foggy, the dazzling moon was hanging high in the sky, the sun had not yet risen, and it had not yet reached three poles when I looked out the window. It appeared that I had been waking up too early lately.

Heh, I seem to have grasped the crux…

A whisper left my lips as I set down the tea in my fingers. This tea isn’t quite as fragrant as the tea I used to drink every day in the palace. To quench my parched mouth, I simply took a few sips.

‘Knock knock…’ Unhurried knocks on the door came to my ears, and I replied naturally, “Who?”

After a while, Qingheng’s voice came from outside the door, “Is the lord awake? Qingheng is just passing by without incident. Seeing the candlelight in the lord’s room, it must be that the lord who woke up and came to take a look. If there is any disturbance, please forgive me.”

I got up to open the door and smiled at Qingheng outside. “It just so happens that this lord also has something to ask the National teacher.”

 I turned around and walked into the house. I poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qingheng who followed me inside.

“This mountain wild tea is extremely rough, not as good as the good tea in the palace. I hope the lord will forgive me.”   Qingheng merely said after he took a leisurely sip.

“National teacher, although this tea is not comparable to that of the palace, it also has its benefits.” I smiled lightly.

“The lord flatters me. I don’t know what the lord wants to ask Qingheng. Qingheng should know everything and say everything.” Qingheng smiled gracefully, and looked much more serious than usual.

I took a sip of tea, smacking my lips, staring at Qingheng for a long time, until I felt uneasy, and then I said slowly. “Qingheng, you are actually Si Ran, right?”

“How can Qingheng be as noble as Si Ran in the mouth of the lord?” He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the color in his eyes.

“Oh, so… Qingheng, do you know Si Ran?” I said.

Qingheng raised his eyes and looked at me, “…I don’t know.”

“Then before…” I raised my eyebrows, and continued to speak.

Qingheng cut off my words and replied seriously. “I was just guessing before and the lord must not be wrong. Qingheng thought that people who can be mentioned from such a noble mouth as the lord should be very honorable.” 

I was drinking tea and coughed violently when I heard this. After a long while, I wiped the tea from my mouth with the corner of my sleeve. What logic is this? I laughed dryly. “What is Qingheng saying, Qingheng is also the most honorable person in the country.”

“The lord is polite.” With a smile, Qingheng changed the conversation and continued, “I haven’t shown the lord today how his injuries are recovering. Whether it is time to take medicine, since Qingheng is here with the lord now, then let’s take a look.”  

“This… No need?” I twitched the corners of my mouth, trying to squeeze out a smile. It was rare for me to stammer.

Checking the wound means being stripped off. It feels inappropriate for me to be frank and open, although we are both men. Looking at Qingheng’s appearance… it was more serious than Feng Yin. 

Naturally, opposition is invalid. With a sharp look from Qingheng,  I obediently lay on the bed… “

No way, rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone humans.

“Si Ran, an immortal character~ To be honest with Qingheng, I actually like such a person who doesn’t eat human fireworks. If there is such a person,  I’m afraid he won’t look at me, let alone talk about feelings.” I laughed at my own delusion. 

Qingheng didn’t reply to my words, he carefully checked my injury, and said that it was not a big problem. He would change the dressing for me tomorrow, and then he left.

I looked at his distant back, and with the fragment of memory in my head, a meaningful smile formed on the corners of my lips, and mocked in a low voice, “Qingheng… Gu Qingheng, you think I don’t know you. What? Heh… One day, I will be able to recall you without fail.”

Alas, now all the sorrows are out, a drink can relieve it, but there is no wine…

Note

Do not eat human fireworks, Chinese idiom, pinyin is bù shí rén jiān yān huǒ, which means that Taoism says that immortals or cultivators do not eat cooked food.