Early the next morning, Jiang Suizhou fell ill and wanted to return to Beijing early.
Xu was because there was a lot of noise last night, and the hostess was in a bad mood and didn't have much interest. Hearing someone came to report that His Royal Highness was ill, he waved his hand and approved.
Jiang Suizhou was indeed sick.
After he fell asleep that night, he secretly thought about it. Tomorrow will have to return to the house. Since he wants to leave early, he has to find an excuse.
Then the best excuse came from him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Suizhou didn't hesitate, nor discussed with Huo Wujiao. He secretly opened the window at night, removed the quilt, and lay there all night.
Because of the cold, Xu didn't fall asleep until late at night.
He was sober in the middle of the night, his head became sober, and he began to think of things all over the place. He tossed Pang Shao's matter to the site again, and then thought about his future plans, thinking about it, his thoughts floated to Huo Wugui's body.
Somehow, thinking of Huo Wujiu, he always felt a little feverish with ears on his cheeks.
He raised his hand and gently touched his face with the back of his hand.
He remembered the moment Huo Wujiu hugged him today.
It was he who was less prosperous, and when he saw the blood, he was about to shed tears inexplicably. He endured desperately, but he couldn't hold it back. When he was embarrassed, he was pushed into his arms by Huo Wujiu.
He said that he was hugging him, but it didn't seem to be the case, but it really trapped him. He could smell a clear bloody odor, but he could feel his firm muscles and strong heartbeat, and it was passed to Jiang Suizhou's body with a loud sound, pressing against his chest.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, only to feel a strange awkwardness.
This is a kind of awkwardness that is not offensive, but makes the heartbeat a little faster.
Jiang Suizhou couldn't tell why this was, but he felt a little flustered in his heart, a kind of sweet panic and nervousness.
He had never felt this way before.
This feeling made him toss and turn even more. In the cold wind at night in the mountains, the temperature on his face did not decrease, and it was not until the latter half of the night that he fell asleep.
This time, he fainted in his sleep, and when he was awakened by Meng Qianshan, he had already developed a high fever.
He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Meng Qianshan lying nervously on the side of the bed.
Jiang Suizhou spoke, just as he was about to speak with a series of hoarse coughs.
Meng Qianshan hurriedly helped him sit up, and said in a panic: "The prince forgive me! The slave did not know why he forgot to close the window for the prince last night, and it actually made you cold! The imperial doctor will be here soon..."
But seeing Jiang Suizhou sitting up, waved his hand.
"The window was opened by the king." He was short of breath and panted when he spoke. First, he raised his hand and touched his forehead.
Yes, he was dizzy at this time, his throat was itchy, and his palms and forehead became hot. He must have a fever.
Sure enough, he couldn't do anything else with this body, pretending to be sick, but pretending to be accurate.
A smile appeared on Jiang Suizhou's face.
Seeing him say this, Meng Qianshan was still laughing, and called out in a panic: "The lord..."
Jiang Suizhou raised his hand to interrupt him, saying: "It's okay, this king has his own plan. You send someone to tell the emperor that this king has a high fever and needs to return to the mansion to recover."
Meng Qianshan responded again and again, and saw Jiang Suizhou wave his hand: "Go faster."
He knew that there was still a long way to go back to Lin'an from here, and if it was delayed, he was afraid that it would be midnight before returning.
I don't know if his sick body can stand the strain.
Meng Qianshan quickly ran away in response.
After moving away from Meng Qianshan, Jiang Suizhou supported the bed, coughing faintly.
Seeing a glass of steaming water passed in front of him.
He looked up and saw Huo Wujiu's face with condensed expression.
The triumphant expression on Jiang Suizhou's face froze, even two points of guilty conscience inexplicably.
Before he could speak, Huo Wujiu leaned forward, and while following his breath, handed the water to Jiang Suizhou's lips, waiting for him to drink water without saying a word.
Let Huo Wugui serve, where would he dare
But Jiang Suizhou didn't have the strength to resist at this moment, so he had to take two sips of water along with Huo Wugui's movements.
…Hot mouth.
After Xiaoxiao took two sips, Jiang Suizhou hid and refused to drink any more. Huo Wujiu's hand stopped in place, uncompromising.
Jiang Suizhou had to whisper: "It's hot."
Because of his illness, his voice is softer than usual, and his breath is not enough, he has a two-point coquettish tone, which sounds quite squeamish.
Huo Wujiu paused, put the tea cup back, and placed it on the table next to it.
"This is the way you said to go home?" Huo Wugui asked in a deep voice.
His tone was very calm, but Jiang Suizhou heard the meaning of two points of inquiries.
He paused, and whispered with a guilty conscience: "... Yes."
Then, he hurriedly explained: "After all, this method is more straightforward! Your injury needs to be bandaged with medicine, so it can't be delayed. I'm always sick too, it's nothing..."
Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing violently.
He coughed dizzy, his ears were full of his own hoarse cough, but somehow he heard a sigh in a daze.
Then, there was a hand, which generally compromised, fell on his back, and slowly patted him.
—
However, after this, he never heard Huo Wujiao say a word.
He sat next to him in silence, watching the imperial doctor treat him, and waited for the people of the Meng Qianshan faction to come back with the imperial decree, pack his clothes and carriage.
Until Jiang Suizhou was helped to change his clothes and got into the car, sitting next to Huo Wujiu, he never saw Huo Wujiu speak again.
Jiang Suizhou is always a little nervous.
Meng Qianshan brought him a fur blanket to cover him, and he shrank on the carriage seat, leaning sickly in the corner.
The mountain road was bumpy, and the carriage was not safe. He leaned on the carriage all the way and bumped, but his eyes were always aimed at Huo Wujiu's body. He couldn't help thinking, is he angry
He always looked at Huo Wujiu, and after coming down several times, he was caught by Huo Wujiu.
Jiang Suizhou was in a daze when he was ill, and suddenly ran into those bottomless black eyes, and was taken aback.
Huo Wujiu looked at him quietly, and asked for a moment: "What's the matter?"
Jiang Suizhou swallowed and whispered, "...Don't be angry."
Seeing that Huo Wujiu's figure was inaudible, he paused.
Then, he got up from the wheelchair, walked to Jiang Suizhou and sat down.
"I'm not angry," he said.
"then you… "
"But next time, when you make such a decision, do you have to tell me first?" Huo Wugui said.
Jiang Suizhou was choked for a while and was speechless for a while.
After a while, he whispered: "I'm not angry yet..."
Huo Wujiu was so clever, he heard it.
He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to try Jiang Suizhou's forehead, and said, "There are so many ways, you don't need to trample on your body."
Jiang Suizhou's mouth is stiff: "I'm used to being sick..."
This is the truth. When he came to this dynasty, his life was hard to save, so he could not care about being sick. On the contrary, his sickly body can sometimes be used as a cover, sometimes as a weapon, and there is no psychological and moral burden to use himself. When the situation is urgent, he is naturally unambiguous.
However, Huo Wujiu interrupted him.
"It's quite comfortable to be sick, isn't it?" he asked.
Jiang Suizhou quietly closed his mouth and said nothing.
He listened to Huo Wugui: "If you feel uncomfortable, why do you do this? You tell me bluntly, there are always other ways."
Jiang Suizhou was in the wrong, knowing that he lacked consideration, and was accustomed to making his own decisions. He never thought of discussing with Huo Wujiao.
He lowered his head and let out a dull mumble.
He didn't know how wronged his appearance of admitting his mistake was, but Huo Wujiu's eyes were a bit irritating. Like a little animal who has done something wrong, he just pretended to be pitiful and aggrieved, as if he had been bullied.
Huo Wujiao didn't see him like this the most.
When he spoke again, his voice had already softened as hard as he could. Because he never speaks softly to people, this softly speaking seems a bit awkward and a bit clumsy.
"Even if I don't care about this injury, there is no problem. The wound is not deep, there is no poison on the blade, and it doesn't hurt the vital points. Even if you don't care, he can heal."
Hearing this, Jiang Suizhou was about to speak when he was interrupted by Huo Wujiu.
"Don't talk back." Huo Wujiao showed no mercy. "I know this kind of thing better than you."
This is true.
Although he is still young, he has grown up on the battlefield. But Jiang Suizhou himself, a modern person, has never seen any bloody scenes. He was a little bit helpless for a while, and when he cared about it, he was chaotic. It was a big fuss.
He quietly shut up.
He listened to Huo Wujiao to pause for a while, as if he was organizing language, and then he spoke a moment later.
"I was hurt yesterday, so you feel uncomfortable, don't you?" he said.
Jiang Suizhou Nodded.
Then Huo Wugui continued to say.
"You feel uncomfortable for me, I can feel it, you want to freeze yourself because of my little injury, how can you know if I will be uncomfortable?"
Although his tone was a little awkward, Jiang Suizhou was really shocked by what he said.
He looked up at Huo Wujiu in a daze.
He saw Huo Wuguiduan sitting there, his eyes lowered, his expression cold and calm, and he didn't look at him.
When Jiang Suizhou was sick, there were phantoms in the sight of people, and then let the carriage sway, making it even less real. So he didn't see it, Huo Wujiu's figure was a little stiff, and the cold gaze staring at the corner of the carriage was also motionless, full of tension.
This look clearly hides something awkwardly.
For a moment, he looked at Jiang Suizhou.
"Just take care of yourself," he said. "Don't hurt yourself for me."
Jiang Suizhou opened his mouth and was about to speak.
But at this time, the carriage finally came down the mountain. That section of the road was not repaired, and it rained a few days ago, so that the grand ceremonial guard of the poster was rolled, and the ground was very rugged.
The carriage suddenly overturned, and Jiang Suizhou slammed heavily on the carriage of the carriage, then followed the inertia to the side and fell straight to the other side.
Jiang Suizhou only felt that his head was smashed into a lump.
But at this moment, he bumped his head into a familiar embrace.
It was warm, hard, with muscle-specific tenacity, and a heartbeat that was steady as if all the sounds in the world had disappeared, leaving only this sound.
Jiang Suizhou only felt that his heart had stopped for a while.
He paused, only to feel that the panic from last night had returned. He was relieved for a moment, and quickly stood up with his body.
However, one arm was raised at this moment, pressed on his shoulder and arm, and swept him back, then pressed him back to the original place.
The carriage is still bumpy, but the warm embrace and the hard carriage are different.
Jiang Suizhou's throat fell silent.
With a trembling of his chest behind him, he heard Huo Wugui's voice.
"Okay, close your eyes, and you'll be able to sleep after a while," he said.
Jiang Suizhou was still not sick and couldn't move, but he didn't struggle anymore.
He was stunned for a moment, but somehow he obediently followed his words and closed his eyes.
For a while, it darkened in front of him, and the man surrounded him in a solid warmth in the swaying carriage.
Like a tired bird returning to the forest.
While Jiang Suizhou was dizzy from illness, his spiritual consciousness had a moment of clarity, which made him suddenly seem to understand something.
He seems... Maybe he is planted.
It seems... The fact that King Jing broke his sleeve is going from a fake to a real one.