The girl's cheeks were filled with crimson, and she defended: "... I just ate a little ice fruit, and I didn't expect that the date would be wrong. Okay, general, what are you talking about when you come here? Could it be with Yunzong? Something to do with others—"
Before she finished her words, she turned into an exclamation. It turned out that Xi Chenzhou, regardless of the people waiting in the hall, picked her up directly from the couch with the thin quilt attached!
The palace servants serving in the palace let out a burst of exclamation, and then the crowd was driven out by Qinghe. Xi Chenzhou said in a serious voice: "No matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as your Majesty's body. The pain is still on the couch under the window. Aren't you afraid of the wind?"
Ignoring Tong Su's struggle, he carried her back to the dragon bed in the inner palace, wrapped her more tightly in a thin blanket, and placed his big hands near her abdomen through the blanket to stimulate her internal energy and massage it gently.
Even through the blanket, his behavior was too close. The girl blushed and felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to break away, but she heard him say: "Is it possible that your majesty is not in pain anymore and you are still moving?"
It was also this struggle and the touch of vague heat that made her so scared that she didn't dare to move with her legs crossed. When she heard the soft voice, she became more and more sleepy. She lay in his arms and muttered: "What do you call me? I'm so lonely." Are you allowed to touch the orphan?"
"It's not such a light thing to do something like this."
Xi Chenzhou glanced at her sideways, and that look made Tong Su feel a little dangerous for no reason, but soon, he got up and brought some hot water with brown sugar.
A plain white porcelain bowl, a small spoon gently stirred to dissipate heat, he said: "Drink the water first, and I will use my inner strength to help His Majesty sort out his meridians."
His gentle pressing just now seemed to be really effective, and Tong Su's abdominal pain was no longer so severe. She stood up and sipped the sugar water, then lay back down again, and asked curiously: "Is it because of martial arts practice that the general has internal strength? "
Xi Chenzhou put a hand on her abdomen, and she could feel the warmth even through the thin quilt. The heat flowed along her limbs and bones, and the warmth felt like her whole body had been soaked in a hot spring.
Tong Su could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
"I have indeed practiced martial arts for many years."
"It's good to practice martial arts. It can make you healthy and make you safer when marching and fighting. That's right!"
Tong Su suddenly remembered something, reached into the quilt, and quickly took out a thin old book: "I heard that this art of war was written by a general?"
The book fell into the man's hands, but the usually calm man suddenly showed embarrassment on his face, and said somewhat uncomfortably: "Where did your Majesty find this thing?"
"Gu's people dug it out from the palace. I've been looking at it for several days, but I still don't understand some of the things. I'm thinking of asking the general when I have time."
Xi Chenzhou used his internal strength to continue massaging her, while lowering his eyes and speaking softly.
"This was written by me when I was young. It is really unpalatable. I was young and frivolous at that time and had a high self-esteem. Now it seems that I have bad deeds everywhere. If your majesty is interested in this, please don't read this booklet. I summarized the northwest march as amazing, It would be better to tell His Majesty in person."
Tong Su originally just wanted to ask about things she didn't understand in the book, but she didn't expect that she couldn't take it back after handing it to Xi Chenzhou. She couldn't help frowning: "General, just write some comments. I can figure it out by myself."
"Reading the book is ultimately shallow. If your majesty is really interested in the art of war, you can't just read books. I have rich experience in fighting in the northwest. How about letting me come into the palace every day and explain it to your majesty?"
The man lowered his eyes, with only a soft smile on his cold and handsome face, and a pair of eyes with a deep smile, as black as ink, as if just looking at each other could suck people into the deep sea.