"Mrs. Hui, you should avoid meat and meat when suffering from wind-cold disease, and the doctor also told you to eat less. This cocklebur egg is for dispelling cold and relieving pain..."
Han Shu was taken aback by the dissatisfaction on Gong Zhuoliang's face, and hurriedly and carefully explained clearly that the young master often suffers from wind-heat and cold every year, and they are all learned from serving them, so they are definitely not negligent.
"... That's right."
Gong Zhuoliang was dumbfounded by Hanshu's medical theory. He felt that this matter was far from his understanding. He rarely got sick before, and he never paid attention to it. He only thought that he should eat more when he was sick. Sleep well, it turns out that many of them are presumptuous...
Knowing the reason, Gong Zhuoliang looked at Han Shu with apologetic eyes, and remembered that after he caught a cold when he was a child, he had to go hungry for two days before eating. It turns out that this is the so-called hunger therapy.
Then look at the dinner prepared for Qiao Yingze, although it was small, but it was all good for the illness, it can be seen that Hanshu and the others really cared.
"This is the first time for this servant to see the young lady lose her temper. It can be seen that she really loves the young master."
Han Shu is a hearty and generous girl. Seeing how much Gong Zhuoliang showed love for Qiao Yingze, she was very happy in her heart. In addition, Qiao Yingze and Gong Zhuoliang treated her kindly, so she boldly made fun of them. He covered his mouth with a smirk and left.
"This girl..."
Gong Zhuoliang looked at Han Shu's leaving figure a little speechlessly, then looked back at Qiao Yingze who was leaning on the couch, and was shocked by the shy smile with a hint of joy on that person's face.
"I have been like this since I was a child. Whenever the weather changes, I will get sick. Han Shu has practiced a good medicinal diet."
Shaking his head a bit self-deprecatingly, Qiao Yingze sat up and drank the soup in one go. When he was frowning slightly and trying to endure the bitter taste in his mouth, a small white hand held a candy cube to his lips, Qiao Yingze Subconsciously, he opened his mouth slightly, and his mouth was immediately filled with a cool and sweet taste... It was the mints that Gong Zhuoliang prepared to tease his third younger brother Qiao Yingzi.
"This... no need."
Moved his lips slightly with the candy in his mouth, Qiao Yingze muttered vaguely.
He has long been used to drinking bitter medicine... After tasting the sweetness of sugar, the bitterness of the medicine became even more unbearable.
"What?"
Didn't hear what Qiao Yingze said, Gong Zhuoliang walked around the table and sat next to him. To be honest, the lazy expression that this man unconsciously brought out during his illness was much more attractive than his usual serious and humble appearance. It hurts even more.
"I said, grandma spared you a few days of rules because of my illness, and you can finally have a good rest and sleep late."
Stretching out his hand to scrape Gong Zhuoliang's little nose gently, Qiao Yingze covered up his depression with a smile. He didn't want to complain about himself like this, but his cold body and aching mind made it difficult for him to cheer up.
"I don't want to accept your love. If you can do well, I'd rather not sleep in."
When Gong Zhuoliang heard this, he didn't feel very happy. He shook off Qiao Yingze's luck and hummed to express his position. Seeing that his weakness could not be concealed in his smile, he stopped dragging him to talk, and ordered the servant girl to come in and clean up the dishes and prepare to heat it up. water bath.
The maids cleaned up the house and spread two quilts on the bed. Gong Zhuoliang helped Qiao Yingze, who had soaked in the hot water bath, back to the bed to rest. He fed him ginger candy drink, and let the naked Qiao Yingze cover himself in a quilt first Sweating, and then changed into another quilt, Gong Zhuoliang had to change it for Qiao Yingze himself with a dry inner garment, after touching Qiao Yingze until he was about to burn, he happily removed the quilt used to cover sweat, and extinguished the candle The lamp went to the outside room by itself.
Surrounded by the quilt and leaning on the couch, Gong Zhuoliang flipped through the idle books on the couch table, and gradually became bored. He has lived in Qiao's residence for more than a month, eating and drinking every day so that he finally has some meat on his body Gong Zhuoliang is quite happy with these things, but with the full satisfaction of material needs, Gong Zhuoliang has time to pursue spiritual needs. After flipping through Qiao Yingze's study over and over again, he couldn't help sighing. The lack of spiritual food in this era.
This is an era of prosperity through singing and dancing. Although scholars are equally valuable, there are also many common people who can read big characters. Therefore, there are still many types of books in this era, especially those popular legends, which are equivalent to modern novels. , although the people who wrote these books are not nobler than serious literati, their status is only slightly inferior, and some famous people will also be called "everyone".
Gong Zhuoliang admits that there are indeed some classics among the clear or gaudy scripts, but in Gong Zhuoliang’s opinion, most of them have monotonous plots and bloody messes. Who made him read ancient and modern Chinese and foreign miscellaneous books? I was a bookworm, so after reading it for a while and really couldn't stand it, Gong Zhuoliang began to think about going back to his old job.
Although he used to write about magic, he also loves martial arts and comprehension. He admits that he can't write comprehension, and it is difficult to become popular in this age of fearing ghosts and gods. But martial arts is absolutely fine, after all, in modern people's In his mind, the world of Jianghu has been well structured, he only needs to be his own protagonist, and putting this Jianghu in ancient times, it is definitely a brand new world...
Thinking of distributing the books with his real name on them, Gong Zhuoliang's heart suddenly brightened, and the irritability and depression trapped in the crowd of women were instantly swept away.
"I failed to dress up as a prince and general, and I don't know poetry, song and painting, so I can only rely on my old skills to eat, and strive to be a master by myself."
Muttering self-deprecating words, the smile on Gong Zhuoliang's face is full of confidence. Maybe he will live with Gong Zhuoyan's name and identity for a long time, but he will not be imprisoned by this identity, really Turning into a housewife who only knows how to 'Gong Dou', he wants the name Gong Zhuoliang to be recognized and sought after by many people with dignity!
Gong Zhuoliang, who was in a good mood, suddenly became bloody, and wished that someone could share his plan immediately, and the first person he thought of was naturally Qiao Yingze, so he didn't care if that person was fast asleep, so he put on his nightgown and ran away. After entering the back room, fortunately he still remembered that Qiao Yingze was ill, so he took a few steps and lightened his movements, and tiptoed to the bedside by the candlelight, snickering and wanting to see his sleeping face, but unexpectedly He was found curled up in the quilt trembling slightly.
"Sir, what's the matter with you?"
Gong Zhuoliang's good mood suddenly disappeared. He hurriedly put the candlestick beside the bed, then kicked off his shoes and climbed up to look at Qiao Yingze. Seeing that he was frowning and trembling slightly, he reached out to touch his forehead. It's hot.
"It's okay, I just slept a little cold, did I disturb you?"
Qiao Yingze was stunned by the sudden approaching warmth, and then looked at Gong Zhuoliang with a comforting smile. He is naturally afraid of the cold, his hands and feet are cold in winter, and the south is humid and cold. If the house is too hot, he will get angry and dry , so winter is very difficult for him, especially now that he is suffering from wind and cold...
Gong Zhuoliang had been sleeping with Gong Zhuoliang before, but Qiao Yingze forgot about it. He didn't realize that there was no more stove in the room until he woke up from the cold. He didn't want to disturb Gong Zhuoliang's good sleep, so he planned to make it through after a while I didn't expect Gong Zhuoliang to come in suddenly, which surprised Qiao Yingze, because this man has always been a sound sleeper, and won't wake up even when thunder strikes.
"I haven't slept yet, why didn't you tell me when you were cold?"
Gong Zhuoliang felt under the quilt, only felt that Qiao Yingze's hands and feet were cold, so he rang the bell to call the maids on duty at night, asked them to add a stove and a quilt, and let them bring in hot water, and then wrapped Qiao Yingze in the quilt Strictly, feed him hot water and soak his feet.
"It's not that serious..."
Qiao Yingze wanted to reach out to drink water by himself, but Gong Zhuoliang glared at him angrily, so he had to stop, let him finish tossing honestly, and then got into bed together with his arms.
"Adding too many stoves will make it hot, so let's add more layers first."
Asking Qiao Yingze to lie on his side, Gong Zhuoliang held his hand on his stomach and covered his stomach, and his tone was not very good, not only blaming Qiao Yingze for not taking good care of his body, but also blaming himself for not caring about him because he was only thinking about private matters.
"You don't have to stay with me anymore, don't get sick, go to sleep."
Qiao Yingze moved and wanted to get up from Gong Zhuoliang, and smiled to persuade Gong Zhuoliang to leave. Although he was very attached to the warm body temperature, he didn't want to bother Gong Zhuoliang like this, he said what he should say...he didn't want Gong Zhuoliang to feel troubled.
"Don't move around, the heat is blowing out, and you keep calling me my wife, is your family as polite as you?"
Annoyed by Qiao Yingze's alienated attitude, Gong Zhuoliang put his arms around his waist and locked him in his arms, seeing his embarrassed expression felt blocked in his heart.
Originally, Gong Zhuoliang thought that the two of them were close, and he was the first person he thought of telling if he had any ideas. Now that he thinks about it, he realizes that except for Qiao Yingze, who he asked, he would answer, otherwise he would bury everything in his heart. , He never told himself what he wanted... It was as if he was just fulfilling his responsibilities as a husband, but he didn't care whether the other party would give him anything in return.
"I'm sorry, Zhuo Zhuo, I have no other meaning, I don't want to trouble you."
Hearing his dissatisfaction from Gong Zhuoliang's tone, Qiao Yingze was eager to apologize. It was because he liked his little lady that he was afraid that he would get tired of his sickly appearance.
"... You're right, but I'm always bothering you. I'm so unconscious. I will definitely change it in the future."
Seeing Qiao Yingze's nervous look, Gong Zhuoliang's head calmed down. After thinking twice, he understood this awkward idea. He decided to wait until Qiao Yingze recovered from his illness before thinking about how to torment him.
"No, I don't think you are troublesome, don't change, Zhuo Zhuo, I like... Zhuo Zhuo."
Qiao Yingze looked at Gong Zhuoliang nervously before he could say that I like you, for fear that he would really ignore him in a fit of anger.
"Then why don't you rush me to sleep outside?"
Gong Zhuoliang raised his chin and hummed to ask Qiao Yingze, who bit his lip and shook his head.
"Then do you have something to tell me?"
Gong Zhuoliang raised his chin a little more and continued to ask, and got a nod from the other party who pursed his lips after hesitation.
"Then what if I say, welcome to disturb me?"
Separated his arms and made an open embrace gesture, Gong Zhuoliang's face finally turned cloudy, and the corner of Qiao Yingze's mouth finally showed a smile, leaned over Gong Zhuoliang's body, hugged him tightly Into the arms.
With this familiar body temperature, it was the first time that Qiao Yingze could sleep so peacefully when he was sick, and had a good night's sleep...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX woke up from a sound sleep in a daze, feeling a warm place in the palm of his hand, Qiao Yingze touched it with his hands, and realized that it was Gong Zhuoliang's belly, and then he touched a puff of meat...
Shu opened his eyes and withdrew his hand, Qiao Yingze blushed, subconsciously turned his head to look at his wife who was sleeping soundly, saw that he had no response, Qiao Yingze secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then pursed his lips hesitantly After a while, he slowly moved to the corner of Gong Zhuoliang's mouth and kissed, then lightly put on his clothes and went down to the ground.
I don't know if it's because he slept better, but Qiao Yingze feels very energetic today, and his head doesn't hurt anymore. Although his body is still weak, he doesn't feel any other discomfort except a little cough, and he seems to be recovering soon.
Wrapped in thick clothes, went to the outside and rang the bell. Qiao Yingze gently opened the door, signaling the maids not to disturb the young lady who was sleeping in the room. After washing lightly, she went to the study and asked them to wait for the young lady. Call yourself after waking up, and come back to have dinner together.
"The young master recovered so quickly, it must be the young madam's credit. This servant will inform the old madam."
As Qiao Yingze came to serve in the study, Han Shu was really happy for the two of them. He thought that the young master would always be sick for five, seven, or ten days before he recovered. After the young lady came in, the young master became more and more energetic. If the old lady knew, she would definitely love the young lady even more, "Wait a minute...don't tell grandma that I'm fine, I have my own plan."
Calling Han Shu who was about to leave, Qiao Yingze picked up a pen and drew lightly on the paper, making up his mind, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled into a slight arc.
"Yes, the servant girl knows."
Han Shu blinked in confusion, but she was always honest and obedient, so she changed the hot water for Qiao Yingze and then left. Even when she was close to Qiao Yingze, she held back her curiosity and did not look at the table Take a look at the painting.
Qiao Yingze concentrated on drawing with his head down, until Wen Shu came to report that the young lady had woken up and asked Qiao Yingze to go back to the house for dinner, then he gradually put away his pen, and then looked at the figure in the painting with nostalgia, and put the paper on the The stove burned without leaving any traces... That was what he had painted based on his imagination, Gong Zhuoliang's appearance in men's clothing.