Jiang Yue didn't sleep well during her illness. She would scratch her skin with her nails while she was half asleep. Occasionally, Nie Zhao would come over and see her and move her hands away. However, she made too many mistakes and her nails would become damaged if she wasn't careful. To touch the face.
He took a pair of scissors and trimmed her nails short, but it didn't work. There was still a sore on the back of her neck that had been scratched, and light-colored fluid leaked out. It was probably scarring, and Nie Zhao felt deeply about it. Anxious, after applying the ointment to the injured area, he simply stayed in her room and stayed with her.
After staying for a long time, he realized that Jiang Yue would not only scratch the affected area at night, but also call her mother over and over again. When she called mother, she would shed tears, and when they flowed to her cheeks, they would be evaporated by the hot skin.
Until the moon was at the top of the sky, the cicadas began to cry weakly. Nie Zhao had a headache from her shouting, so he patted her on the back and coaxed her in a low voice: "Sleep, sleep."
Jiang Yue was indeed quiet, and she tried her best to crawl into his arms. The small bed was already narrow, and Nie Zhao was half-siting on the edge of the bed. She leaned against him again, and almost fell off the bed when she turned over. Nie Zhao quickly put her Pushing inside again, he sat down again and blocked her body.
After pushing it several times, in the middle of the night, Nie Zhao yawned several times and had a headache from sleepiness. Jiang Yue lay in his arms as she wished, absorbing the heat from his body and no longer shouted for her mother. , even if Nie Zhao fell asleep, he would subconsciously pat her back with his palms.
Nie Zhao stayed with Nie Zhao for three days in a row. Sometimes he was so sleepy that he suffered from stomach cramps and could only eat water and rice. The key was to stay up so late that several strands of hair would fall out just by combing them. He felt heartbroken and decided not to comb his hair. Sometimes I see her lying on the bed burning like a cooked shrimp, and I think about throwing her out.
Jiang Yue probably felt it in her heart. As soon as he had this thought, she opened her eyes hazily, waved her arms in his direction, her thin wrists were raised in the air, and shouted in pain: "A'niang, A'niang... …”
The disease is so painful that it’s hard not to call your parents. She is so pitiful and heartbreakingly lonely.
Nie Zhao forgot all his thoughts at this moment, stepped forward to hold her hand, sighed, and mourned for the few hairs that were about to be sacrificed.
Even if you raise a cat or a dog, you can't just throw it away if it's troublesome. Jiang Yue is easier to take care of than any other cat or dog, except for being sick all the time.
Several cargo ships are arriving from Tujiang in the near future. They are merchants from the south. Nie Zhao found out that among them were goods from Canzhou. He asked Asi to buy two kilograms of water chestnuts from Canzhou. He broke them and mixed them with minced meat and packed half a bowl. Meat Yan, she has lived in Wodong since she was a child, and she must have recovered faster by eating some food there.
Ah Si clasped his hands behind his back and poked his head outside. He saw the dark circles under Nie Zhao's eyes and exclaimed. When Nie Zhao closed the door with a bang, Ah Si silently muttered, "Have you changed your gender? Are you so kind?" ? Are you really living a good life?"
"A Zhao was like this when he was a child, but now he's back to his original self." Someone laughed on the wall. As soon as A Zhao turned his head, he fell to the ground in fright, and a thin young man walked out from under his painted face. The top of the wall slowly rises up, it is Prajna.
Ah Si patted his butt and stood up, muttering that he didn't believe it, then left.
Prajna shook his head, looking softly at the closed doors and windows.
Back then, the battle for the throne was fierce, and the third prince, Xianyun Yehe, was indifferent to worldly affairs, and Nie Erlang introduced him as a close friend. Who would have thought that the Nie family would be framed by a close friend they trusted so much, and be framed by the enemy, and be trapped in such a situation.
Dalang and his wife waited for reinforcements for a long time and died of exhaustion; Erlang was strangled at the Meridian Gate, and Erlang's wife Xue died of fear of dystocia; Nie Zhao took his newborn nephew into exile with his eldest brother's eldest son, and both nephews died of illness on the way .
Later, in the battle for the right to inherit the throne, the third prince lost and was poisoned. The instigator, the late emperor, was also poisoned to death in the fierce struggle between his sons.
Nie Zhao no longer had any relatives or enemies. He lived like a zombie, with a peaceful face and a cold heart.
In his early years in the capital, he often listened to Erlang chattering about his younger brother, and also listened to the discussions about Nie Zhao in the public. He even saw his reputation as a headhunter with an arrow in the hunting ground on the outskirts of Beijing. He was so bright and dazzling that he was definitely not chasing the city. A ball of dead ashes.
Now he suddenly remembered a word called resurgence. Nie Zhao's ashes were about to resurrect. Jiang Yue's dead and still muddy water stirred him to the point of resurgence. A trace of life was reborn in his eyes, and some goodwill revived in his heart. , he looks more and more like the Nie Sanlang that Erlang said.
The murky stagnant water in Jiang Yue also surged and became clear.
A Zhao can still resurrect. He is already a ball of dead ashes that has been soaked by water. There is no possibility of rekindling. But if one of them can come out, it will be forgiven by God. Prajna thought, his bright red lips Unconsciously, he evoked a wry smile.
Jiang Yue's boils lasted for seven days. When her eyes and ears became clear and her body woke up easily, it was about noon. She could not see the wind or light. Nie Zhao had to plug the gaps in the doors and windows with cotton. It was dark inside, except for the steam, which made her guess that it was noon.
She blinked her eyes and kicked her legs, only to realize that she was still lying on Nie Zhao's arm, with the light fragrance of his skin lingering in her breath. He was lying on his side, occupying only a small space on the bed, closing his head. While she was taking a nap, she felt Jiang Yue move, frowned, and subconsciously patted her to comfort her.
Jiang Yue's heart suddenly shrank first, and then she zoomed in and out. It felt like she was filled with warm water. It was so warm. After a long time, she felt a panic. It was inappropriate for her to rest on Nie Zhao's arm. He was her husband's brother. ! How could she be worthy of her dead husband?
She quickly stood up and moved away from him.
Nie Zhao was also awakened by her actions. He rubbed his eyes and touched her forehead with the back of his hand, but Jiang Yue avoided it cautiously.
Her heart is still beating fast now, and she has the illusion of stealing someone behind her husband's back: "Third, third brother, thank you, you have always taken care of me, but, it is not appropriate for us to be like this..."
Jiang Yue felt that what she said was arrogant, but it was true that she could no longer have skin-to-skin contact with the third brother. This was immoral, but she couldn't help but be greedy for this warmth. It would be great if her fiancé was the third brother. , then she can have such a good relative.
Nie Zhao hissed, his voice a little hoarse: "Why do you stutter after being ill? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry for being like this." Jiang Yue shook her head.
Nie Zhao fell silent, and then he remembered that he had lied casually and made up the younger brother. If he told the truth now, she would have to make trouble to marry him again. After thinking about it, he still said: "You were hugging me all the time when you were sick. Call me mother."
"Ah?" Jiang Yue was shocked.
"It can be seen that you still have a mother-daughter relationship with our family. In this case, there is no daughter in my family, so you will be my sister. Coincidentally, I dreamed about Nie Mei last night. He asked you to be a widow for him. He had something in his heart. Ashamed, I might as well recognize you." Old God Nie Zhao is here.
Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment as he talked nonsense. Now that she had been studying for several months and was taught by Nie Zhao, her ideas were very different from when she first came here.
She thought that if the third brother became her brother, then they would be real relatives, and she would have a very good relative to her! Don’t worry about being sorry!
Jiang Yue burst into tears on the spot and bowed to him on the bed: "Third brother, I will definitely provide for you in your old age from now on."
Nie Zhao: "..."
He's only eighteen, so he doesn't need to think about such a profound topic, really.
