His paralyzed left arm hung limply at his side, unable to lift any strength, and Wen Qingci was unable to use the strength to prop himself up for a long time.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together, and Xie Bufeng's scorching body temperature penetrated through the slightly thin clothes and reached Wen Qingci.
He could even feel the unsteady beating of the boy's heart.
I haven't seen Xie Bufeng for more than half a year. He has lost a lot of weight, but his muscles have become stronger through repeated battles.
Especially the arm holding the heavy sword.
At this moment, I tensed my muscles so hard that they were a bit uncomfortable.
Xie Bufeng's breathing became particularly heavy because of the fever.
The silent night amplifies all sounds.
Every breath fell clearly into Wen Qingci's ears.
All this made Wen Qingci have an illusion that at this moment, he was a prey with the boy's neck clamped on his neck.
Wasn't he poisoned and had a high fever? How come he still had so much strength?!
Wen Qingci couldn't help but doubt his life.
The heating pad that had been burning for several days, as well as the heat from the young man's body, instantly took away the coldness from Wen Qingci's body.
There were even beads of sweat on his forehead.
The wound on Xie Bufeng's body that had been stitched up by the military doctor had just broken open due to the force applied.
After just a moment, Wen Qingci smelled a strong smell of blood.
The imperial physician immediately frowned and looked for injuries on the boy's body.
But his movements were completely restricted by the opponent.
Unable to take care of so many things, Wen Qingci could only raise his left arm little by little with difficulty and pull out the jade hairpin from his hair.
He intended to use this to prick the acupuncture points on Xie Bufeng's arm, causing the young man to loosen his fingers.
The wide sleeves swept across Xie Bufeng's body.
Along with it came a familiar bitter fragrance.
As if he had guessed what he was going to do, the boy suddenly raised his hand again.
Xie Bufeng's fingers were long and powerful, and with just one hand, he easily grasped Wen Qingci's wrists.
Wen Qingci: …!!!
He subconsciously wanted to get up.
The bed curtain hanging on one side also spread out at this time.
The mansion they were in at the time originally belonged to a wealthy businessman in Changyuan Town.
After the war broke out, he immediately wrote a letter to his wife and children and fled to Yongdu.
Changyuan is located at the border between the two countries, and trade is very developed in peacetime.
Therefore, this mansion is not only luxurious, but also influenced by the Northern Di culture, and its decorative style is very bold.
The dark red bed curtains were embroidered with flowers and plants and dotted with countless pieces of colored glass.
The light in the room shone through the bed curtains, like a crushed rainbow accompanied by the sunset and fell on Wen Qingci.
The colors are dark and ambiguous.
Wen Qingci's breathing suddenly became disordered for a moment.
calm.
He kept telling himself to stay calm.
Someone might come in here at any time, and Xie Bufeng's health meant he couldn't delay any longer.
He took a deep breath and tried to break free again.
However, at this moment, the young man, who had been in a coma for many days, suddenly opened his eyes.
The air froze at this moment.
Accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, only a blank remained in Wen Qingci's mind.
Her light amber eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Wen Qingci.
It is filled with murderous aura from the battlefield, as well as a bit of fragility and confusion that only appears in dreams.
Wen Qingci's heart began beating wildly uncontrollably.
He subconsciously wanted to look away, but at this moment even his gaze was firmly held by the young man like a wrist, and he could not break free.
The two of them just stared at each other quietly, without moving.
Wenqing's breathing also became disordered.
Xie Bufeng... Is he awake now
After a brief moment of shock and panic, Wen Qingci discovered that Xie Bufeng's eyes were out of focus and his expression was the same as before.
Although he opened his eyes, he was obviously not awake yet.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
When a person has a high fever, he or she may become unconscious and even have hallucinations.
Not much different than being drunk.
Generally speaking, when you wake up, you will forget what just happened, or just think it was a dream.
Xie Bufeng should be in this state now.
Wen Qingci wanted to try to speak and let the boy, who was in a half-asleep state, let go.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, the boy's eyes suddenly became extremely deep.
The next second, a hot, dry and soft touch came over me...
The two people's positions were instantly reversed.
Wen Qingci's eyes widened.
Wait, he is sick now, how can he still have so much strength
Then, Xie Bufeng slowly closed his eyes.
How could Wen Qingci appear here
The light that came in through the glass fragments, the dark red color, and Wen Qingci's long hair that was different from before...
All this was so chaotic that the boy thought that what was happening before his eyes was just his crazy dream.
Since it is a dream, then we should act recklessly.
Different from a careful kiss at parting.
This time, Xie Bufeng bit him hard, conquered the city, and took away all the air in his lungs.
Then, slowly reach down.
Ridiculous, it's really ridiculous.
Wen Qingci didn't know how long this chaos lasted.
Fearing that she might attract people outside, Wen Qingci bit her lips tightly and did not make a sound.
Due to lack of oxygen, tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, hitting the boy's arm, then slid down along the muscle lines, blending into the off-white wool bracelet, and disappeared without a trace.
The almost non-stop journey from Yongdu to Changyuan Town had already pushed him to his limit, and fatigue piled up one after another.
He managed to stay conscious only by his willpower and the pain in his chest and lungs.
Xie Bufeng held Wen Qingci's hands tightly all the time.
Just when he was about to take the last step, Wen Qingci finally found an opportunity. He took out the jade hairpin that he had been holding in his hand and stabbed it into the boy's acupuncture points.
—This is the method he learned from the medical skills in the Divine Doctor Valley after he transmigrated into the book.
Xie Bufeng finally slowly closed his eyes and calmed down again.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and with his trembling right hand, he pulled up his loose moon-white gown.
The wide sleeves slid down the arms, leaving purple bruises on the pale skin, which was particularly eye-catching.
Wen Qingci took a look and immediately looked away as if he had been scalded.
His originally pale face suddenly turned slightly red.
As soon as Wen Qingci stood up straight, he started coughing uncontrollably.
Without time to think too much, Wen Qingci turned around and looked into the room with some difficulty.
—On the table not far away was the medicine box left by the military doctor.
Inside were the silver needles he needed, as well as the medical records left over from this period of time.
Wen Qingci immediately took out the medical record and studied it carefully.
time is limited.
—
At the hour of Yin, a military call was heard outside the mansion.
The soldiers stationed here began training.
The voices of people not far away gradually became noisier.
At this moment, the tightly closed door of the small courtyard in the center of the mansion was slowly pushed open from the inside.
The moon-white figure was like a green mist, disappearing here before it could be captured.
The heavy snow was like a blanket, hiding all traces underneath.
"...Mr. Wen, you don't look very well. Lie down quickly and rest for a while."
In the medical clinic located on the outskirts of the city, the medicine servant of the Divine Doctor Valley handed over the warm ginger tea with a worried look on his face.
Then, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Wen Qingci.
Before Wen Qingci reached the clinic, he fainted in the snow and lost consciousness.
Fortunately, the medicine servant was watching outside and was able to ask him to bring it back immediately.
Wen Qingci just woke up from his coma and sat up, looking like he was ready to leave here at any time.
Although Wen Qingci's skin has always been pale, it is rare that his lips are so bloodless as they are now.
Looking at it from head to toe, the only thing that had some color on his face was the bright red cinnabar mole.
"Ahem... It's okay." Wen Qingci raised his hand to take the tea.
Medicine Servant's words were filled with regret: "I should have gone in with you earlier... If the Valley Master saw you like this, he would be upset."
This medicine servant is a dozen years older than Wen Qingci, and he has watched him grow up in the Valley of Divine Doctors.
Knowing Wen Qingci's physical condition, he was unable to diagnose the patient and prescribe medicine for him. He could only make him a cup of ginger tea.
The words "Let's go in together" scared Wen Qingci.
He quickly lowered his head to drink the ginger soup, hiding his strange expression.
Wen Qingci's movements were a little too big, and his sleeves slid down with his movements. The purple circle on his wrist pierced the eyes of the medicine servant.
"This..." The other party was stunned.
After a few seconds of pause, the look in his eyes suddenly became very complicated.
After realizing this, Wen Qingci immediately withdrew his hand, and then pretended nothing had happened and gently put the ginger tea aside.
He smiled and slowly said to the person opposite him: "Xie Bufeng has woken up. I think it's getting late today. We should get ready and go back to Yongdu."
Even though he was trying hard to stay awake, one could still tell that there was no confidence in his words and he was just forcing himself.
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, he started coughing uncontrollably again.
The medicine servant hurriedly handed over the handkerchief, and the next second it was printed with a glaring red.
Wen Qingci, he is coughing up blood
The medicine servant's heart tightened.
It was raining halfway on the way here.
The two men rode on horseback, one in front and one behind. He occasionally heard Wen Qingci's suppressed cough, but he didn't know that his condition was so serious that he was coughing up blood.
"Ahem... Ahem, it's okay."
Unlike the nervous medicine servant, Wen Qing didn't even bother to look at the thing in his hand.
She threw the silk handkerchief directly into the charcoal fire beside her.
The next second, flames shot up from the charcoal basin, and the white handkerchief disappeared without a trace in an instant.
It seemed as if the scene just now had also disappeared.
On the way to Changyuan Town, Wen Qingci had already prepared pills and various medicinal materials in a clinic related to the Divine Doctor Valley.
Fearing that Xie Bufeng might notice, Wen Qingci did not give the acupuncture.
After reading the medical records and taking the pulse, Wen Qingci immediately fed the appropriate medicine to Xie Bufeng.
Xie Bufeng had a fever and was in a coma because of his injuries and Wen Qingci's blood.
—Fever is a protective mechanism of the human body.
The substances from the blood that remained in Xie Bufeng's body were constantly devouring the toxins and fighting against them, and the external manifestation of all this was a fever. Logically speaking, when this process was over, Xie Bufeng would wake up from his coma.
The medicine that Wen Qingci fed Xie Bufeng was intended to speed up the process and ensure a smooth completion while protecting Xie Bufeng's internal organs.
After taking a bunch of rare medicinal herbs, Xie Bufeng should be able to recover by tonight at the latest.
Logically speaking, as a medicine servant, he should not say too much in front of Wen Qingci.
But seeing his current state, the medicine servant couldn't help but say, "I know you are anxious to go back and dispel the emperor's suspicion, but your physical condition is really not good now. You should have a good rest before making plans. If you faint on the way, it will be even more troublesome."
He does have a point.
Wen Qingci paused for a moment and nodded slowly: "We'll make plans tonight."
Hearing this, the medicine servant finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took the small bowl of ginger soup away, and when he was about to leave, he couldn't help but turned around and smiled at Wen Qingci and said, "Your temper hasn't changed over the years. It's still exactly the same as when you were a kid."
Is your personality the same as the original owner
Hearing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but pause.
Wen Qingci slept for the whole morning, and now it was bright outside the window.
The war is not over yet and the border town is still deserted.
Wen Qingci's ears had not been quiet for long when he suddenly heard a faint cheer. The sound became louder and louder, and closer and closer.
He couldn't help but wrap himself in his cloak and walked towards the gate.
"The general is so heroic!!!"
"Your Highness, live a thousand years!"
"General Dingyuan! General Dingyuan!"
The news that Xie Bufeng had emerged from his coma had been circulating here for a few days, but before that, not only the soldiers but even the people living here didn't believe it.
It was not until now that they finally saw the familiar dark figure riding out of the mansion on a warhorse.
The general is leaving here and returning to the military tent!
The desolate city during the war came alive because of Xie Bufeng's arrival.
All the locked doors along the street were opened at this moment.
Countless people took to the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young general from afar today.
There are not many people in Changyuan Town, and half of them have moved out after the war broke out.
But even so, they still gave a deafening cheer at this moment.
—Xie Bufeng is the god of war in their hearts!
Even though they didn't have much food left at home, the people of Changyuan still stayed here and threw the prepared supplies far away to Xie Bufeng's subordinates.
Everyone was shouting the name of "General Dingyuan" like crazy.
This is a small town.
Therefore, even though it was not on the main street, the scene of the young man riding his horse through the long street still caught Wen Qingci's eyes.
The light amber eyes are not as chaotic as the night.
The young man's cold eyes swept across the long street indifferently.
It is still a long way for Xie Bufeng to fully recover, so he should continue to rest in bed.
But the young man knew that as a general, what he should do at this time is to stabilize the morale of the troops.
His back was straight, and at first glance, it was impossible to tell how badly injured he was.
No one here would be angry because of Xie Bufeng’s “unreasonableness” and “disdain”. Feeling that they were being looked down upon, they would cheer for it instead.
Xie Bufeng was born to belong to this world.
—This is their general, the god of war who guards the gate of Wei Dynasty!
This is the first time Wen Qingci has looked at him from this angle...
Unconsciously, Xie Bufeng was no longer the young man from Taishu Palace.
The heavy snow was still falling, as if it couldn't wait to dye the city, as well as the endless Gobi and grassland in the distance, white.
After a short while, a thin layer of it accumulated on the armor.
A cheer erupted beside the military tent outside the city gate, and a towering bonfire was lit on the open ground nearby. The flames flew over the high city walls, dyed half of the city red, and illuminated the young man's defiant face.
A moment of vivid color.
Also, unknowingly, it lit up Wen Qingci's ink-black eyes.
Listening to the cheers around him, a smile finally appeared on Xie Bufeng's lips.
The young man riding on the black warhorse inadvertently looked in this direction.
In an instant, Wen Qingci's heart began to beat heavily.
—Is it because she was worried that he would remember what happened last night and be nervous, or is it because of some indescribable emotion
Wen Qingci remembered what Xie Bufeng had said on the southern tour ship, but he had never thought about it carefully before.
It was either because Wen Qingci had already decided to escape death, or because he always felt that this was just a simple affection and dependence that Xie Bufeng had in his youth, which was vague and destined to end in vain.
But at this moment, Xie Bufeng's mature face and cold eyes, as well as what happened this morning... rushed up like a flood, constantly hitting his reason.
Forcing him to recall the scene of that day over and over again in his mind.
(End of this chapter)