Zheng Quchi stared, it was too much, how could he curse himself like this?
Seeing that his love bird, no, the bird who had more affection for him, was ruthlessly driven away by him, leaving her as the person who planned to piss him off to death?
How should I put it, he is quite cruel to himself sometimes.
Don't let yourself go, and don't let her go either.
Seeing that he couldn't leave, Zheng Quchi immediately corrected his attitude: "I was originally going to deliver medicine to you, but you don't seem to be that serious... Huh? What's wrong with you?"
She was just halfway through her words when she saw Yu Wensheng put his palm on the window sill and lowered his neck, looking like he was about to lose his balance and was extremely uncomfortable.
He stayed like this for a while, and then whispered: "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly felt a little dizzy just now..."
"Why did you feel dizzy all of a sudden?" Zheng Quchi was confused.
Seeing that she didn't seem to believe it, Yu Wensheng raised his soft eyelids coolly, slightly curved his pale lips, and mocked himself: "Am I going to lie to you again?"
Also, what did he lie to her about?
It seems that there is no benefit.
Zheng Quchi couldn't figure out the reason why he did this deliberately, so he smiled apologetically, stepped forward and helped him sit on the edge of the bed.
"You seem a little hot?" She was startled and subconsciously reached out to touch his forehead and found that the temperature was not right: "Has your fever not gone down in the past few days?"
Yu Wensheng's forehead was pressed against the palm of her hand, and the temperature, which was neither hot nor cold, made him feel very comfortable.
He slightly narrowed his eyes like a sober black cat, soft and shining, making it easy for people to let go of their guard.
"What is fever reduction?"
"Is it... that your febrile disease hasn't gotten better?" An alarm bell rang in her heart, and she withdrew her hand as soon as he came closer.
Yu Wensheng raised his eyes: "I don't know, maybe it's getting better, maybe it's not getting better."
When Zheng Quchi heard this, he was really convinced. Is he always so willful every time he feels unwell?
"I have medicine here. I'll make it for you to drink first. If it doesn't get better in the evening, I'll mix the medicine powder with water and rub it on your body."
He asked slowly: "Do you have medicine? Where did you get this medicine?"
Zheng Quchi was a little squeaking at his question.
"Since you prepared the medicine for me early in the morning, why did you wait until now to take it out?" He continued to be aggressive.
Zheng Quchi said, listen to my quibble: "I...I thought you were all well, and I just took medicine just in case."
Yu Wensheng laughed, and there was a lot of disappointment and loss in that laugh. He asked: "Zheng Quchi, do you still recognize me as your husband?"
Zheng Quchi now has one head and two big heads. She thought to herself whether she recognized that the two of them were already a couple in name. This matter could not be ignored.
Some people say that sick women are sentimental. She feels that sick men should be more generous.
"If I didn't admit it, I wouldn't even think about getting medicine for you."
"But you took the medicine but didn't give it to me."
"I, won't I give it to you now?"
"So, let me ask you, why are you giving it now?"
Zheng Quchi was speechless.
She, she thought, whatever she said now would be wrong anyway, so she might as well just shut up, so as not to save him from having to brace himself up to argue with her when he had a fever.
"Don't discuss these things now. I'll go to the inn kitchen to boil a pot of water and make medicinal tea for you. You wait for me in the room."
After saying that, she stood up.
"I'm not thirsty."
His words stopped her leaving. She turned her head and said patiently: "This is medicine, not water. You have to drink it even if you are not thirsty."
But Yu Wensheng got angry. He smiled in a hypocritical and gentle manner: "Anyway, I haven't died after not taking medicine for so many days, so I don't need to trouble you too much."
The last time Zheng Quchi was so speechless was the last time.
"...I admit that I have been worrying about the Jichun Craftsmen Guild these days and have neglected your physical condition and not cared enough about you. Now that you are sick, I will take up the responsibility of a wife and take good care of you. , is that okay?" She asked with a gentle smile that was extremely hypocritical.
Yu Wensheng's smile grew thicker, he covered his mouth and nodded slightly, saying: "Okay, since Madam is serious about it, I'll trouble Madam."
"No trouble, no trouble."
She raised a virtuous smile, but as soon as she left the door, her smile fell heavily.
What happened to Yu Wensheng?
She always felt that every move, word and deed he was doing now was too suspicious, unlike him in normal times, but she couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with her head.
When she came to the inn's kitchen, she made a random excuse, borrowed a stove and a pot from the kitchen staff, and boiled a pot of water to brew the herbs.
In view of Yu Wensheng's special and noble status, it is best not to eat these things through the hands of outsiders, in case assassins prey on these people and take advantage of them.
The packet of herbal medicine given to her by the military doctor was roasted. After brewing it in boiling water for a few minutes, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine would emit and the water would turn dark brown.
After brewing, Zheng Quchi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask the military doctor how to take this?
If you drink it as tea, should you drink it three times a day if you want? Will drinking too much have any bad effects?
She thought, why not drink a small amount first and see the reaction.
When he was carrying the medicinal tea upstairs, he met Fu Rong on the way. There was no one around, so he nodded to her and said, "Madam, if you are free tonight, I will change a new one for you that can be worn for a long time." Disguised skin.”
Zheng Quchi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go to your place in the evening."
The two of them talked about business, and Fu Rong looked at what she was holding in her hand: "Madam, is this?"
I can smell the bitter smell of Chinese medicine from a distance.
Zheng Quchi said: "Your general is ill. I grabbed some medicinal tea for him. Now I have brewed it and served it to him. Speaking of which, didn't you notice that he was not feeling well along the way?"
Fu Rong was stunned: "No..."
Seeing that he really didn't know, Zheng Quchi just thought that Yu Wensheng was pretending well on the surface and didn't let anyone notice his condition.
"Forget it, I'll go up first."
After the others left, Fu Rong happened to meet Wang Zebang. Although the two of them usually didn't talk to each other, he had doubts at this moment, so he stopped him and asked: "Zebang, our general Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Didn't it look normal to me along the way? "
Wang Zebang stopped, frowned, and asked, "Who did you hear this from?"
Fu Rong immediately said: "Madam, she also grabbed medicinal tea for the general to drink."
When Wang Zebang heard this, he roughly realized what was going on: "...I know, the general is fine. Even if something happens, he just feels uncomfortable. Now that the lady is taking care of him personally, he is probably at ease."
After hearing this, Fu Rong seemed to understand: "Is that so? The general is quite hypocritical... No, he is quite dependent on his wife."
This time Wang Zebang heard him say such words, but there was no particularly uncomfortable look on his face.
Fu Rong thought he would be furious: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so calm?"
Wang Zebang couldn't understand his startled look.
"What's wrong with me?"
Fu Rong clicked his tongue in surprise: "What else happened? If it were you on normal days, as soon as you heard the general's wife bring herbal tea for the general to drink, you would have immediately ran up to take over. You don't trust your wife to take care of the general, but now, you listen Yet there is no reaction or indifference to this matter? Wang Zebang, you have changed."
Wang Zebang was too lazy to pay attention to him, and just said calmly: "The general and the general's wife, they are a couple, and we are subordinates. We must remember our status and don't get involved in things that shouldn't be involved."
"You finally figured it out." Fu Rong blinked.
Wang Zebang looked at him sideways: "What about you? Your attitude seems to be different from before. Have you figured it out?"
Fu Rongcai didn't accept his ridicule. He said mysteriously: "Because I discovered something..."
Usually the purpose of breaking up a sentence like this is to lead others to ask questions.
"What's the matter?" Wang Zebang asked as expected.
Fu Rong raised his eyebrows: "That's... I can't tell you now. I'll tell you later. I'll go to the dock first to see if our 'goods' have arrived."
Wang Zebang rolled his eyes at him angrily, but before he left, he still warned him: "Be careful on the road."
"I understand, young master, my greatest ability is to be cautious."
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The third floor of Jinxing Inn is generally not for sale to the public because it is a floor specially reserved for the exclusive use of the owner.
In a room facing the main street, there was a person standing by the window, taking in a panoramic view of what had happened before.
His expression went from disdain and surprise at the beginning to surprise at the end. After a series of changes in his mood, he could no longer hold back and excitedly planned to go down and make friends with the craftsman from Ye State.
But unexpectedly, a man with terrifying skills appeared out of nowhere and destroyed their embossed doorpost.
He was so angry that he slapped the table on the spot - then he held his hands and jumped in pain.
Damn it, this damn table is so hard! It hurts him to death!
The shopkeeper came up quickly, but when he saw his boss holding his hands behind his back, his face turned red with anger. He quickly nodded and bowed and said, "Boss, that man looks not simple. He broke the doorpost with one palm, which shows his martial arts skills. It’s amazing, we can’t take action easily yet.”
"Did you find out its origin?" the boss asked coldly.
The store owner wiped the sweat from his hurried run and shook his head: "We can't find out. The other parties are all tight-lipped people. We can't pry out any valuable information at all. We only know that they are from Ye State, but look." Their style is either official or Jianghu sect, in short they don't look like ordinary people."
The boss was impatient to hear about that man and continued to investigate if he couldn't find out. He asked, "Is that craftsman from Ye State also here to join the Jichun Craftsmen's Union?"
"It should be right, he has all the wood tools with him."
"Do you think it's possible for him to be shortlisted?"
"It's... it's hard to say. Anyone who joins the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild is not an ordinary craftsman. Their skills are all amazing, so it's hard to judge just by his carving skills."
The owner waved his hand: "No, no, no. Anyway, I don't expect our shabby inn to be able to accommodate a finalist from the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild. However, you said that if we ask her to help us redesign the inn, With an eye-catching facade, do you think it will attract visitors like a cloud?"
"It's possible. This craftsman from Ye State not only has outstanding craftsmanship, but also has some ideas."
"I think so too. His carving is both creative and innovative. He is indeed a little better than me. I really want to see him in person."
The store owner asked: "Do I need to arrange it?"
But the boss raised his head arrogantly: "No need, I will go see her myself."
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Zheng Quchi brought the medicinal tea, but when she returned, she saw that Yu Wensheng was asleep. She put the medicinal tea on the table and wanted to leave, but she was afraid that he was pretending to be asleep and would get angry again.
So she sat at the table and waited.
Suddenly, she inadvertently saw a piece of paper on the table that had been cut into a very thin shape and had a curl. She guessed that this should be a secret letter sent by the previous bird.
She glanced at Yu Wensheng and then at the letter, but did not move.
The main reason is that this secret letter is placed here so clearly, why does it feel like a trap that invites crime?
However, she didn't move, but a gust of wind came from nowhere and turned the thin paper over. Then, with her excellent dynamic vision, she could clearly read what was written on it at a glance, even if she didn't intend to.
"A coup in North Korea and China, seeking victory in danger, please give me the order."
What's the meaning?
North Korea and China coup, which country has North Korea and China coup? Ye country or another country?
Seeking victory in danger...
Seeking victory in danger...
"What are you thinking about, looking so serious and panicked?"
A moving and magnetic voice approached from behind. Zheng Quchi turned around and met Yu Wensheng's eyes, who had stood up and came behind her at some point.
She licked her lips nervously and said, "I...I accidentally saw your letter. I swear, I really didn't mean to read it. It was the wind..."
"Just watch it, I don't have anything to hide from you." Yu Wensheng interrupted her.
"……oh."
"What's this?"
He gestured with his eyes to the medicinal tea she placed on the table.
"This is medicinal tea for you. The temperature is almost the same now. Drink a bowl of it quickly."
He didn't refuse, he picked it up and took a sip: "It's so bitter."
"Then eat some candy."
"But my hands are not convenient, please help me take one out."
He spread his hands, revealing the sugar bag hanging from his waist.
Zheng Quchi saw that he was holding a bowl in one hand and it was really inconvenient to take it off, so he stepped forward and untied the sugar bag and poured out a candy. He was about to hand it to him when he saw him bend down and take her raised hand. He gently held the sugar in his mouth, and also held a small piece of her sensitive fingertip.
"With sugar, it really won't be bitter."
Zheng Quchi froze, staring blankly and not knowing how to react.
Is he teasing her?
However, this scene seemed a bit familiar, and some scenes of her being drunk flashed through her mind.
"Because, this is punishment, you have to feed me."
Her face suddenly turned red.
Help, why were all other scenes blurry, but this scene reminded her of her!
"What are you thinking about? You know how you look now is so imaginative?" Yu Wensheng held the candy in his mouth, and even his smile seemed to be stained with a layer of frosty white sugar color.
Zheng Quchi looked at him.
She felt that he was not having a fever, but was having a tantrum!
"Are you not feeling uncomfortable anymore? Are you not dizzy? Then I..."
"I feel a little cold," he said.
"Then you go to bed and lie down quickly. It won't be cold if you cover yourself with a quilt."
"But the bed is cold."
Zheng Quchi took a breath. Do you want her to do such a thing as warming the bed? Don't even think about it!
At night, Zheng Quchi, who was lying inside, tightened the quilt and was already fast asleep. However, Yu Wensheng, who was lying outside, was not sleepy. He tried to reach out his hand and gently rubbed her soft and warm cheek.
At this time, he suddenly sensed something. He stood up and walked to the window. He saw a figure standing there quietly for a long time on the street diagonally below.
(End of chapter)
