Chapter 82:

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"Be careful!" Yan Ke watched the thing that suddenly fell down, and quickly pushed away the Mu Tang standing underneath.
Several heavy tiles that fell from the top hit his head.
Yan Ke's body was unstable, and he fell to the ground.
This can scare a few people nearby.
The supervisor quickly lifted Yan Ke up, looked at the frightened palace maid, and said angrily, "What are you still doing? Go and call the queen a doctor!"
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After Yan Ke slowed for a moment, a little bit of Qingming was restored in his head, but this ear was still buzzing, and the tinnitus was so strong that he couldn't even hear his voice.
He said, "Nothing, don't tell the emperor."
This is the second year of Meng You ’s ascension to the throne, and many things are happening, turning like a spinning top every day.
Yan Ke stood up and rubbed his head.
Two big bales were smashed in the back of the head, and there was some pain in rubbing.
However, it is not a big deal.
"It's good to find a great doctor, don't tell him, it's not a big deal."
After the doctor came, the new emperor regarded the male queen as a treasure, and they did not dare to neglect, and asked carefully and clearly.
"Nothing, except for some tinnitus in the ears, nothing else." Yan Ke sat up from the bed and exposed the two big bags on the back of his head at the request of the doctor.
"The minister prescribed some edema to the queen, and then drunk some more. It is estimated that it will be able to go in the next few days."
Yan Ke nodded, his voice didn't sound very real, and his ears kept buzzing.
"Secretary, let me sleep."
The steward nodded.
After he finished the medicine, he shouted Yan Ke and drank the medicine again. By the afternoon, Yan Ke had all vomited, and he could not eat.
The steward disregarded Yan Ke's objection directly and asked people to invite Meng You.
Meng You listened to Yan Ke's accident and left the courtiers in a temple and went directly to the harem.
"I didn't get out of here in the morning, why did you come back in the afternoon?" Meng You lifted Yan Ke out of bed.
After receiving the medicine bowl handed over by the palace maid, it was blown and put into Yan Ke's mouth.
"You still don't know what the old steward is like. I always like to tell you a little thing. It's okay. I'll do it yourself. If you have something, go first." Yan Ke prepared to reach for the medicine bowl and was avoided by Meng You. .
"Don't move, come here." After feeding Meng You spoonful and spoonful, he put a piece of sugar in Yan Ke's mouth.
"Okay, I'm not a kid anymore, what do you do to get me some candy after drinking the medicine?"
"Don't eat." Meng You said, and kissed Yan Ke's lips gently, the sweetness spread in the mouths of the two.
Yan Ke pushed Meng You away and yawned and lay down: "Go and do your work. I'll sleep for a while."
"Listen to them, you have slept all afternoon, get up and take you to see the Zhengyan flowers blooming in the Royal Garden."
"No, I'm going to bed, you walk away." Yan Ke's head was hurting, and he couldn't get a trace of energy.
I fell asleep on the pillow.
Meng You frowned and looked helplessly and took the memorial to Yan Ke's room.
He had finished all the memorials, and Yan Ke was still asleep.
"Transfer Taiyi." Meng You patted Yan Ke's face twice and found that the person could not wake up, frowned and asked the supervisor to call Taiyi.
Yan Ke fell asleep, listening to a crackling sound, and frowned slightly.
Confused, he seemed to hear Meng Han's voice.
"Noisy? Let people not sleep anymore?" Yan Ke opened his eyes unhappyly, and met Meng You's angry face, and sighed: "What's up?"
When Meng Han saw Yan Ke awake, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "If you don't wake up, my brother will commit the killing."
Yan Ke sat up and his tinnitus improved a lot. It seems that nothing should be going on.
"I will sleep a bit, what are you doing, Meng You?" Yan Ke looked at Meng You sitting next to the bed and asked.
"You're embarrassed to ask? Are you so heavy when you're sleeping?" Meng You stared at Yan Ke angrily, and then changed Yan Ke's medicine once.
The two had dinner together at night, and Yan Ke vomited again in the middle of the night.
For two days, whatever medicine I drink doesn't work, I still sleep like that, and I vomit like that.
Yan Ke struggled weakly and wrote down the specific methods of Meng You ’s favorite dishes. He felt a slight tingling in his heart. Although he wanted to tell himself that nothing was fine, he was beaten. Just a moment.
After Yan Ke finished writing, he left it at his desk and walked around. At last, watching the weather was good, he was asked to bring him a chair and prepare to fall asleep and bask in the sun.
In the past few days, Meng You dealt with everything in Yan Ke's room. When he came back down, he saw Yan Ke lying outside and basking in the sun.
He walked over and shouted softly in Yan Ke's ear: "Get up, baby."

Yan Ke opened his eyes from the chaos, and the target was a little strange, which left him a little confused.
When he opened his eyes completely, looking at everything in his eyes, his eyes were full of fear.
He lay on this table and woke up, as if all this was just a long and sweet dream he had made for ten years. Seeing himself only halfway through the menu, he couldn't remember what he would write next.
Looking at a bag of porridge on the table, he also forgot how it was put here, reached out and touched it, and the porridge was still warm.
It was that point that Wen Yu was telling Yan Ke that those years that had been lingering with Meng You were really just a dream.
He stood up, paused for a while, and sat down on the sofa again.
He was tangled and bewildered.
I don't want to believe that this is just a dream, but I think it is a dream, it's better than him crossing and coming back, otherwise ... how sad Meng You should be.
When he was stinging, the mobile phone that fell to the ground rang because he was too much.
[Xiao Jin: Yan Ke, do you really want to resign and go alone? 】
Yan Ke looked at the text message and took a long time to respond, who is this Xiaojin.
He also recalled some memories through this text message. He was preparing to come out and open the restaurant himself, and then stayed up late to write the menu.
Looking at the bowl of porridge on the table, there seemed to be something in the porridge bag, Yan Ke reached out and put it on his nose to smell it. It was incense.
It's just that it's all burnt out.
In this way, he was in a daze until daylight, holding a mobile phone that was not very pleasant, hoping to find a little bit of news about Yue Guo and Meng You from the Internet, but no, nothing.
Every kiss and unity of mind and body with Meng You is too real. It really feels like it happened. Even if it ’s just a dream, why did he forget it when he woke up? More stuff?
"Kor, when are you coming here? Grandma will cook for you."
Yan Ke put his mobile phone in his ear and listened to the voice of his long-lost relatives. His eyes were soured and he said, "No, wait for me to cook and see you."
"Don't be too tired."
"Not tired."
After a brief conversation, Yan Ke put down his phone heavily.
My head is full of Meng You.
Then he laughed at himself and patted his own face. Who has dreamed so deeply.
Yan Ke found his clothes and was going to take a bath. Inside his head were scenes of how he and Meng You bathed together.
Yan Ke adjusted the water temperature to the coolest. I hope that when the cold water drips down, he can calm down a bit.
After taking a bath and preparing the meals, Yan Ke arrived at his grandmother's house. He didn't dare to stay too much because he didn't remember too many things. He was afraid to stay for a long time and talked too much, but he would worry his grandmother.
Yan Ke walked on the street, not knowing what to do, sitting on the side of the street, watching the crowd coming and going.
That's not a dream. How can any dream directly change people's cognition? With such detailed details, how can there be any dream that can bend people.
"Wow! Handsome guy, you look like that guy from the moon country! Look at it! Look at it! Is it the same!"
"Really! It's exactly the same!"
Yan Kete sensitively captured the four words of the queen of the country in the words of the girl.
Quickly looked up: "What queen country male?"
"This!" The girl put her phone in front of Yan Ke, her eyes brightened: "Can we take a picture?"
Yan Ke looked at the photos on the girl's mobile phone and felt a pain in her heart.
He remembered this picture clearly. It was Meng You who found the best artist to paint for them shortly after he ascended to the throne. He likes to chase and ask what's left with his wife. He mentioned a wedding photo by chance, but he did not expect that after Meng You found an artist, he was hung in their room.
Yan Ke's eyes were sour, and his eyes were immediately red.
The voice choked: "Can you ... send me this picture? I can buy it."
"No, no, no need to buy, I'll send it to you, there are a lot of Weibo, you can follow this blogger, he sent it."
Yan Ke said thank you. After taking a picture with the two girls, she found a coffee shop, sat inside, and started to read the news of the blogger's Weibo in the girl telling his blogger.
Almost all about him and Meng You, bloggers have hundreds of thousands of fans, and below are all howling girls by Su.
Yan Ke grew more and more excited. Many of the things published above were only known to him and Meng You. He was wondering, wouldn't Meng You come over!
When he pulled Weibo to the bottom with a trembling hand, he looked at the lower line.
[I want to tell a story that has been passed down from generation to generation. It is the story of an emperor and his queen. 】
When seeing the story that was passed down from generation to generation, Yan Ke's eyes were astonished with hope. It was Meng You who told others. Therefore, in the history of more than 1,000 years, it was left by word of mouth. ?
But, can it be so accurate?
Yan Ke went to the bathroom, and in the compartment, crying was suppressed.
Every word on Weibo was poking his heart.
[Three years after the death of the male queen, the emperor became ill due to acacia, eventually he had no medicine or medicine, and was said to be located in the son of King Xiang and buried in the male tomb. 】
Three years ...
How could he be so good that he could only live for three years.
Yan Ke was out of breath, crying, he could understand, Meng You returned to the harem, watching what he felt like lying in a chair who had long lost his breath.
Just like him, after a thousand years of how he couldn't hold back, after waking up, he was not around him.
Yan Ke cried until she retched in the small toilet cubicle, tearing her heart.
"Isn't it for you to watch?" A sudden noise sounded in the next compartment. Yan Ke listened to the familiar voice and pushed the door open with tears in his face. What he saw was just a back in a suit .
Yan Ke wiped the tears on his face, washed his face in the sink, and went out with red eyes.
"Isn't this my half-brother?"
Listening to the voice at the back, Yan Ke didn't even want to give him a look, and when he went to the front desk to check out, the annoying voice sounded again.
"Brother, isn't it just a cup of coffee? I'll give it to you."
"While I haven't wanted to do it yet, give me a roll." Yan Ke's voice was a little low, and anyone with ears could hear it, the anger inside.
"Yo, your eyes are so red, shouldn't you be crying? I have seen you cry so few times for so many years. It seems that you gave me bone marrow last time, right?"
After Yan Ke finished counting the money, he pulled the cheap brother to the outside, and then punched it, hitting his cheap brother's proud face, punching punch after punch.
"I told you earlier, get out early, before I want to do anything."
"I'm going back to tell my dad!" Yan Wei fell to the ground, looking at Yan Ke, who didn't know which nerve to send, covering her face.
"Come on, let your dad drive his luxury car to punish me." Yan Ke said sarcastically.
"That's your dad too!"
"Sorry, I don't have a dad if I'm not in an account."
After Yan Ke was angry, he let go of Yan Wei, looked at him indifferently, and turned away.
When he just walked home, looking at the dad of the cheap brother standing below, rolled his eyes, this speed really came fast.
Yan Ke, who was exhausted physically and mentally, had no intention to entangle with too many people, found a place, opened a room, and slept deeply.

"Brother, I am really guarding him downstairs!"
"Shou is staying downstairs, this is hiding in a car to play games." Meng You looked at his brother, who had dyed the hair on his head yellow, indifferently. Road.
"No! Absolutely not playing games!" Meng Han shook his head like a rattle, then sighed and leaned on the co-pilot. He said: "I played a few days ago and now Tang Qi squats in his own house. He didn't want to come out to see me yet, I was coaxing him. "
"You're going to die later?"
"It's going to die. Why should he be so angry for so long?"
"... Get off." Meng You stopped the car.
"Brother ... it's difficult to get a taxi here ..."
"Get out." Meng You narrowed his eyes to Meng Han, and Meng Han took a nap and went down.
Looking at the end of the car, he was ready to make a phone call to Tang Qi, which happened to be a tragic wave, and then coaxed people, he could still sleep with him tonight.
I felt it when I felt my pocket. After playing in the car just now, it seemed to be placed on the car.
Meng Han cursed, walked towards the store, and asked someone to borrow a cell phone and call Tang Qi.
Tang Qi had fallen asleep, listening to Meng Han's phone, and got up and drove to pick him up.
Counting and driving while driving: "You deserve it! Meng You waited for many years, and finally found Yan Ke, and then Xiao Ning reminded him of it, but you did better and let people go."
"Let ’s just let it go for a while, he is such a big man, can he still lose it!"
"How did your brother cook for a few years, and you don't know, I don't think that if Yan Ke wakes up and finds that he is back, it will be better than your brother found that he died."
Meng Han listened to Tang Qi, looked out the window, and shut up instantly.
"Let's look for it, too."
"Otherwise you want to go home to sleep?"
"I don't, don't treat me so unconsciously."
Meng You drove in the car and waited for one night under Yan Ke's house. He shook his head and lost it all, but he did not see Yan Ke appear.
He did not sleep all night and smoked all night. He was usually more restrained. He might not be able to smoke a pack of cigarettes a week, but he smoked a whole pack last night. After waiting for so many years, at this juncture, no one saw Already.
He didn't know how to get angry at this stomach.
The call to Yanke was always off.
After looking at the time, Meng You was going to wait directly at the store where Yan Ke worked.

Yan Ke got up in the morning, his head was drowsy, his throat was hoarse, he touched his forehead, and he crawled to buy medicine and ate.
He found that his cell phone was dead, and charged the cell phone again. As soon as he turned on the phone, the cell phone rang. He looked at the hundreds of missed calls and did not respond for a moment.
"Yan Ke, why haven't you come to work yet?"
"I have a cold. I won't go today. Please help me tell the manager."
"Ah ... that's fine, take a good rest."
"Ok."
As soon as Yan Ke hung up the phone, he saw a strange phone call coming in. He didn't even think about it and pressed the call.
Just hang up, the strange phone call again.
Yan Ke impatiently hung up again.
【where is it? 】
[Something? Who are you 】
[I come to you, your husband. 】
Yan Ke didn't remember what husband she was, she looked at the number and pulled it black.
So I also missed the text message that came later.
[Baby, I'm Meng You, I'm here for you. 】
After he had a good rest for a day, he rushed home and stewed the soup for his grandmother. He stayed longer this time.
Yan Ke gave her grandmother a bowl of soup and put it in front of her, then sat next to her.
"Keer, are you okay?"
Yan Ke shook his head subconsciously. He went to report the good news without worrying.
"Talk to your grandma when you have something. Your child just keeps everything in his heart."
Yan Ke feels that the harm of this sentence is the same as that of ‘Do n’t Cry,’ which is tons.
My eyes were sour, but I couldn't help it.
"Nothing." Mind is hidden in the eyes and will run out of the mouth.
As soon as Yan Ke said something, he knew it was broken.
"Let's say that it can be so uncomfortable for you. It must be a major event that you can't get through. Are they bothering you again?"
Yan Ke shook his head and covered his face with his hands. Everything was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
After choking for a long time, Yan Ke said, "I like one person."
Grandma listened to this and laughed out: "It's a good thing to like someone! We Ko are so good, this girl must be able to see it."
Yan Ke shook his head: "I can't see him anymore. If I knew it early, if I knew it for such a short time, I should be with him all the time, I can't stand it."
My grandmother wiped her tears, and it's no wonder that Yan Ke, a tough-hearted child, had been worn like this.
"Cry, it's all right after crying, grandma sees you're not right and knows you must be okay."
Yan Ke did not stay with his grandmother for too long, and when he came out, it was already dark.
I turned on the phone that was turned off. Why wouldn't anyone make a call on weekdays? It was exploded today, and there were hundreds of missed calls on it.
As soon as he finished watching, a call came in.
"Hey?"
Meng You calmed his face and listened to Yan Ke's voice. The fire in his stomach suddenly disappeared for the most part, and said helplessly, "Where?"
Yan Ke listened to the sound, and the mobile phone in his hand fell because of sluggish body. He listened to the sound and quickly responded, picking up the mobile phone on the ground.
This mobile phone, which has been used for several years, finally retired when it should not be retired.
Yan Ke slammed it two times, but still couldn't turn on the phone. He found a place to sell mobile phones nearby and bought one casually.
Just plugged in the card, turned on the phone, and a call came in again.
"Where are you? I'm coming for you."
"I ... I'm ... Meng You ..." Yan Ke choked for a long time, but didn't report his position.
Meng You sighed: "Why is it still so stupid? Send me your address and I will take you home."
"Meng You ..."
"send to me."
"Don't ... don't hang up."
"Don't hang up, don't cry." Meng You coaxed softly, and his heart hurt when he heard Yan Ke cry.
In his last life, ten years, except in bed, Yan Ke cried a handful of times, never seen him cry so sad.
"Um." Yan Ke locates and sends a text message to Meng You, and then quickly returns to the communication interface: "Meng You are you still there?"
"Yes, don't cry, I want to drag a car to find you crying."
"No ... I can't take it." I couldn't take it as soon as I cried.
"Hahaha, isn't this my half-brother? I'm crying like a dog here, why?"
Yan Ke glanced at Yan Wei, ignored him, turned around, leaned against the tree, and continued to call Meng You.
"Is your grandmother dead, so are you crying here?"
Yan Ke wiped her tears and said to the mobile phone: "I have something to do here, let's hang up first."
He knocked the phone and punched him in the direction of Yan Wei. He was stopped by a few fox friends and dog friends around Yan Wei.
"I'll you cry again!" Yan Ke sighed coldly.
"Haha, you hid fast last night. Didn't you not persuade? Why didn't you dare to return home?" Yan Wei filled her mouth with a mockery: "You are so pitiful, you died first, now you die It's grandma, eh. "
Yan Ke stomped in the past, and just struck Yan Wei's crotch: "Yan Wei, can't you be a good person? Why do you want to be a dog when you come to me? Can you remember something long? "
"You beat me Yan?"
"Oh, if you move me, you and I can't be wrong."
"..."
Yan Ke had just gotten so excited from that state of extreme sadness at this moment, watching the man, provoking.
Just as the person on the opposite side was about to start, Yan Ke flashed around him, and the person who was about to hit him was held by the wrist.
"When I took the knife, your ancestors were not born for eighteen generations. What was it? People who moved me?" Meng You kicked a child, and there was no mercy under this foot.