When she raised her eyes to meet his face, her heart skipped a beat and she whispered, "I feel uncomfortable."
When she said this, her eyes didn't dodge at all, and it was hard to tell whether she was really feeling uncomfortable or pretending.
He was in high spirits and hadn't touched her yesterday. He was thinking about having a big fight tonight. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Really or not, if you lie to me..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on her forehead.
The remaining half of the threat was stuck in his throat intact.
It was indeed a bit hot.
She really didn't lie to him. She didn't know whether the bed was too hard and the quilt was too thin, or whether she didn't get a good rest last night. She felt dizzy when she woke up today. She was woken up by those smoky sounds in the morning. At night, her body felt sore and weak.
Seeing him pause, she felt happy, guessing that tonight he might be able to let her go and strike while the iron was hot: "Otherwise, I will go back to Youzhou early tomorrow morning. You are busy with military affairs, and it will be easy for me to drag you down by your side. .”
He raised his eyebrows, now he knew to think about him.
I was originally going to make a few words of ridicule, but under the dim yellow light, I saw that the girl's cheeks were red, her eyes were twinkling, her eyebrows were frowning, she closed her eyes sickly, and swallowed back the words that rolled to her lips.
Few people can make him stop talking over and over again.
Shen Yinxiao had no idea that the man lying on his body was turbulent in his heart. Ever since he said the uncomfortable words, his body seemed to be like a flood, his limbs and bones seemed to be filled with lead, and his body seemed to be floating in the clouds, soft and heavy. , eyes closed and head tilted, lying motionless on the couch.
He frowned at her drowsy appearance, then reached into her neck and armpits and touched them, but they were all hot.
That old man Qiu Liang was really right today, was he really hit?
He rubbed the soft flesh on her face and sighed softly: "Why are you so uncontrollable? I should lock you up and not let you go anywhere."
The girl beneath her trembled, not sure if she heard it or not. Her long curly eyelashes trembled slightly and she shrank inward.
He stood up and put on his clothes, then covered her with the quilt, tightly covering her neck and feet. He turned around and ordered the military doctor to be sent over.
The Chinese army's main tent summoned the military doctor late at night, which immediately alarmed Wei Ning, Guo Yan and others, especially Guo Yan, who was wearing clothes and hair, and his face was full of worry.
"General, is he feeling ill?"
Wei Cheng waved his hand: "Everyone is fine. If not me, please go down and rest."
Guo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It was the beloved concubine who was ill. That was fine. It would have been better if it wasn't him. The coach was ill before the war. It was really unlucky. But he immediately raised his tone again, thinking of his actions during the day. At this time, the military doctor was summoned for the beloved concubine in the middle of the night...
His old face flushed red: "General, can you take a moment to speak."
Wei Cheng always respected him. Although he was in a hurry to get in, he still endured his impatience and walked aside with him, holding hands behind his back and listening to what he said.
"My subordinates know that the general has his own sense of proportion, but when beauty comes first, the general will inevitably have to devote his attention to dealing with it. Moreover, it is wartime, and no matter how strong the general is, he must exercise some restraint in order to maintain his health."
The corners of Wei Cheng's mouth twitched.
He was originally dissatisfied with his desires, but now he was thought by his subordinates to be a beast without restraint. He took a breath a little irritably and looked at him with a half-smile: "Guo Sima, I haven't indulged in sexual desire in the past two days."
Guo Yan stiffened: "Ah..."
When he came to his senses, Wei Cheng had already waved his sleeves and left.
When he was about to catch up and give some instructions to send the beloved concubine back to Youzhou, Wei Ning grabbed him and sent him back.
"Little General Wei, what are you pulling me for?" Guo Yan was a little confused. He was pulled by the arm by the man beside him and could only walk out.
"It's late at night. The general ordered me to send Sima back to rest. We have important matters tomorrow."
Guo Yan sighed.
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Wei Cheng walked into the inner tent. The military doctor had already prescribed a prescription and ordered the boy to cook the medicine.
"What's the disease?" He leaned over and touched Shen Yinxiao's forehead. It was still hot, and he frowned slightly, "Why is it still hot? Isn't there a quick way to reduce the fever?"
The military doctor stood up and reported back: "This lady is so depressed that she is upset and tired, and because she has eaten cold things in her stomach, the yang energy has been suppressed in the spleen soil, resulting in hot hands, feet, and heart, and bone marrow as hot as fire. It's not a big deal. The problem is just to dissipate the inner fire. I prescribed Dongyuan Huoyu Decoction, which contains one or two each of cohosh, kudzu root, white peony root, bupleurum root, five qian each of Fangfeng and Zhicao, three servings each Four qian, two large cups of water, add three inches of green onion with beard, fry to remove the residue and drink it while it is hot."
Hearing this, he paused and remained silent for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Go and cook the medicine."
The tent became silent, and only the shallow breathing of the girl on the couch could be heard. Her cheeks were still a little red, just like the fashionable wine-smudged makeup of women at the moment, with red clouds of rouge smeared on the cheeks, adding a bit of charm.
She had always disliked wearing heavy makeup, and he didn't like it either. Seeing those aristocratic women wearing such exaggerated rouge was more ridiculous than a monkey's butt, but today he felt that if she waited until she got better, she would also wear makeup that was blurred by wine. Show him.
She must look good in the painting, it doesn't matter if it looks like a monkey's butt, it can be considered cute.
He sat down on the edge of the couch and stared at her sleeping face for a while until the medicine was delivered.
He feeds her medicine.
The medicine was bitter, and the half-asleep person frowned, pursed his lips, and resisted.
A few drops of brown concoction will always leak out, sliding along the corners of the lips and into the hollow of the neck.
He put the medicine in the bowl into his mouth, kicked off his shoes and went to bed, took out the quilt, hugged her into his arms, held her chin, leaned over and kissed her lips to lips.
The girl clenched her teeth, resisting the medicine he fed her, but in vain. His tongue pried open her teeth, and the medicine poured into her mouth drop by drop.
You are so disobedient even when you are sick.
When the whole bowl was finished, the girl's brows were still furrowed, as if she was complaining about the bitterness of the medicine. He licked his lips, which felt a little bitter, and leaned over to take an orange, pushing it aside to feed it to her.
"It won't hurt if you eat an orange." He coaxed in a low voice.
There was a sob-like tremor between her breaths, and her originally bright red lips faded into cherry pink, and the corners of her lips were pursed tightly, as if sadness was surging in her body.
His hands paused.
Thinking of what the doctor said again, he turned his hand holding the orange meat and put it into his mouth.
Shen Yinxiao had a dream, dreaming that he was running barefoot in the snow, alternating between hot and cold, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, but he didn't dare to stop, his heart was beating very fast, and when he turned around, he saw a fierce person chasing behind him. Riding a white horse, galloping like lightning, with a gloomy face, he was about to catch up with him.
As the distance got closer and closer, she became more and more panicked and ran forward desperately. When she turned around, she saw that the man with a fierce look was none other than Wei Cheng.
Did he make him angry by running away? The image of Qiu Liang's beloved concubine dying tragically appeared in front of his eyes. Qiu Liang, Wei Cheng, and even Wei Ning were all so accustomed to standing on the high platform and watching the grassy woman kneeling down to beg for mercy. Even Seeking death, but doing nothing.
Something strangled her breathing, making her breathless, and a hint of sweetness slowly came out of her bitter mouth.
The wind and snow in the sky suddenly disappeared like a broken mirror, and her heavy body fell into the black void in an instant. The only thing she could feel was the endless sweetness between her lips and teeth, which seemed to quench her thirst. The bitter medicine slowly spread out in her meager and bitter heart.
"Brother Xingzhou..." The girl murmured vaguely while half asleep and half awake.
