I don’t know if it’s because his sentence is too pitiful, but Zhanzhen has been a little restrained. He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt for Xian Sheng, and said softly: "Don't bully you, go to sleep."
Xian Sheng is really tired, but Zhan Zhen is a prince of a country, and he will never go back. He is crazy about it, and quickly blurs his consciousness under Zhan Zhen's eyelids.
Dimly feeling Zhan Zhen sat for a while, then stood up, he put down the bedclothes, and looked at him with one hand, until he let go and the bedclothes fell down did Xian Sheng completely enter the dark dreamland.
This time he was not sleeping well. He dreamed that he was asleep. Zhan Zhen climbed up quietly, and then found his identity. He slapped his face with a slap. He was awakened from the dream and was helpless. He pulled his hair out and knelt down in the ice and snow.
Zhan Zhen also splashed oil on him to burn him alive.
In the dream, Zhanzhen hated him too sincerely, Xian Sheng suddenly woke up, but found that the man was sitting beside him, frowning.
"His Royal Highness..." He felt his forehead sticking to the handkerchief, and watched Zhan Zhen stretch out his hand to take it off, take the new one from the maid beside him and put it on, vaguely understand what.
"You have a fever." Zhan Zhen said: "It has been burning for almost one day and one night, and it will be dawn."
Xian Sheng noticed that a stove seemed to have been added to the house. Zhan Zhen only wore a thin gown, thinking that he took it off because of the heat, but even so, there was still some sweat on his forehead.
"Are you... awake?"
"How can Gu can sleep like this?" Zhan Zhen took a bowl from behind again and said, "Drink this bowl of medicine, and drink it all at once. It's a bit bitter."
Xian Sheng's arms were weak and he sat up with his waist. The man held the bowl and fed it to his mouth. Xian Sheng subconsciously stretched out his hands to hold the bottom of the bowl, wrinkled his face and drank all in one breath. Disgusting, his face turned paler.
He leaned against Zhan Zhen's arms with tears, but suddenly a candied fruit was stuffed in his mouth.
Xian Sheng weakly said, "Thank you."
"You have been thanking you today." Zhan Zhen wiped his mouth, put the person down again, and said, "There is a sleeping medicine in the prescription. Let's go to sleep."
He made people retreat, and walked to Xiaosu again to lie down, Xian Sheng lay on the bed, looked at him silently for a while, and said in a very small voice: "Are you regretting it?"
Zhan Zhen folded his hands behind his head, looked at him a few feet away, and asked, "What do you regret?"
"My health is too bad... Maybe, I couldn't survive the first winter in Northland."
Zhan Zhen said: "The Liang country will not be able to save next year's winter."
"you… !"
"I don't do a loss-making business." Zhan Zhen interrupted him, retracted his eyes, and closed his eyes: "I know what you are thinking. You want to die, but you still want to promise you Liang Guoping safely, but you listen. Clearly, if the lonely cannot get what you want, you will definitely not get it."
Xian Sheng stared at him for a while, his eyes swelled, and he had to close and rest again.
Zhan Zhen's voice resounded in the empty room: "If you want Liang Guo to be safe, you can live well."
Xian Sheng fell asleep angrily.
With this feeling, he dreamed that he was riding on Zhan Zhen, hitting him with a bruised nose and swollen face, and he sewed his nasty mouth with a needle.
Xian Sheng was more angry during this period of time than he had in his entire life. When he woke up, Zhan Zhen was beside his bed again, leaning over, and examining it: "It looks a little bit more energetic, is there anything else? uncomfortable?"
Being so concerned by him, Xian Sheng's anger all night suddenly disappeared. He pursed his mouth and said, "I'm hungry."
Zhan Zhen stretched out his hand, picked him up, and came to the table.
There were some meals on the table with meat and vegetables. They were very good-looking, but the taste was very light. There was no taste in his mouth. A spoonful of lotus root porridge was divided into several mouthfuls before reluctantly swallowing it. There was no appetite at all.
His face was pale, and his eyebrows were a little sick and lingering. Zhan Zhen frowned again and said, "I'll ask someone to do something else. What do you want to eat?"
"No need." Xian Sheng shook his head, anyway other doctors wouldn't let it eat.
He was supported by Ruyi back to the bed. Soon, someone brought sweet and sour pork ribs. Zhan Zhen ordered someone to put it on the bedside plan and asked him: "What about this?"
The rich scent hits his face, and Xian Sheng gulped his saliva without interest, and his eyes couldn't help putting his eyes on the seductive ribs: "I... The queen said that these are not allowed to eat, it is not good for the body."
"Now that you are married, your husband should take care of it." Zhan Zhen said, "I will allow you to eat it alone."
Xian Sheng went to see Yuehua subconsciously, who had already frowned and shook his head gently at him.
Xian Sheng lowered his eyelashes, but Zhan Zhen suddenly glanced over and shouted, "Go out."
Yuehua and Ruyi bowed and retreated, Zhan Zhen looked at Xian Sheng again: "Eat a little occasionally, it won't get in the way."
He personally brought it to Xian Sheng's mouth and coaxed: "Ah—"
The taste was so tempting, Xian Sheng couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth to bite it. The sweet and sour sauce blended with the fried pork ribs on the tip of his tongue. Xian Sheng's eyes immediately lit up.
The corners of Zhan Zhen's mouth rose slightly, and he asked softly, "Will it be a little sour?"
Xian Sheng bulged his cheeks, shook his head, his appetite was suddenly aroused, he was eating, and someone brought another ginseng lotus root soup, with the ribs to open the way, he also drank a bowl of light soup, casually Two more vegetarian dishes were served. Although they were vegetarian, they were fried with meat oil, which was completely different from those cooked, so I ate two more bites.
Xian Sheng couldn't help but smiled at him, a little satisfied, and a little embarrassed: "I'm full."
The servant took the things away, Zhan Zhen wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "It's snowing outside, do you want to go out and have a look?"
"Really?" Xian Sheng has just benefited from him. At the moment, he feels better and talks a lot: "It usually snows very rarely, even if it is down, it usually disappears right after landing. I heard that I went to Beijing. When the snow is thick, it can be as high as half a person, is it true?"
"It fell last night, and the snow was about one foot deep, but it looks like it will fall for two more days."
Xian Sheng said: "I want to go out and have a look."
In most cities, as soon as winter enters, Xiansheng will be locked in a house, with doors and windows closed, and there is only incense and bitter medicine in the room. He remained ten years old. He only heard others say that Xue was white, but he had never seen it. Later, he opened the window voluntarily, but became ill for a few days.
In the past seventeen years, there have been only a handful of snow encounters.
Zhan Zhen took the clothes for him to put on, and then wrapped him tightly with the cloak, and finally put the large hat attached to the cloak over his head, and said, "You don't need to dress up, you won't leave the house anyway. ."
Xian Sheng laughed again.
His eyebrows were crooked and his face was so beautiful that Zhan Zhen's hand came in from the brim of his hat to touch his face, his fingertips warmed: "You are so beautiful."
"..." Xian Sheng's smile narrowed a little, and his scalp was numb, his heart full of embarrassment and complexity. He lowered his head, but Zhan Zhen thought he was ashamed. He couldn't help laughing, and ordered someone to hand the stove to Xian Sheng's arms and lead him out.
The threshold of the Prince's Mansion was high, and the walls were also high. Zhan Zhen did not take him out of the main entrance, but went to the backyard corridor. Here, leeward, Xian Sheng saw a proudly blooming winter plum with thick snow on the top. , The branches are very curved, but the faintly blooming plum blossoms are abruptly beautiful in the snow white.
He looked at the thick snow in front of him in amazement, tentatively walked out of the corridor, stretched out his feet, but was pulled back by Zhan Zhen, "Here is the lake below, but it is frozen. After a few days, the snow is compacted. It’s fun to ride on iron shoes."
Xian Sheng imagined the scene, and immediately jumped for joy: "You mean ice play? I have read books and it is recorded that the Northern Jin Dynasty will hold an ice cuju every year. The emperor of Dajin will come to watch it personally until that day. , The common people will flock to a large ice lake to cheer and shout for the contestants, and the top winners will be rewarded."
"It seems that the princess knew about it before she got married."
Xian Sheng said, "It's not because of marrying you. I already knew the custom of the Northern Jin Dynasty. I had a fantasy about that scene and painted a painting, but it disappeared later."
Zhan Zhen chuckled, "I was stolen?"
"I don't know, it's gone anyway." Xian Sheng said, and suddenly came to tease him, expecting: "Then your days of ice sports, is it coming soon?"
Zhan Zhen looked at the plain white hand on his sleeve. Xian Sheng was about to retract, but he reached out and grabbed it. The man wrapped his palms and said, "It depends on whether the snow is thick or not. It is necessary to freeze Dongtang Lake three feet above it, otherwise accidents are prone to occur."
"Have you participated?"
"Guy is the first name every time."
Xian Sheng admires a little, but also a little envious: "Then if there is this year, can I go and see it?"
Zhan Zhen looked at him with a smile, and slowly approached him, temptation: "Give me some sweetness, I can think about it."
They stood under the plum blossom tree, with the low plum branches pressed by the snow above their heads. Looking at him under the brim of Xian Zhang's hat, their heartbeats accelerated slightly.
He knew exactly what Zhan Zhen meant, but when he really wanted to do it, there was always a barrier in his heart that was difficult to cross over.
The snow was still fluttering, Zhan Zhen looked at him motionlessly, waiting patiently, Xian Sheng pursed his mouth, as if he had made some determination, slowly raised his chin to kiss him—
At this moment, there was a sudden rustle, and the crushed plum sticks on the top of his head bounced up, and the snowballs slammed on Xian Sheng's hat one after another.
He suddenly returned to his senses, took two steps back, and looked up with slightly widened eyes.
Displeasure crossed Zhan Zhen's face.
Xian Sheng kept looking up at the plum blossoms, looking for a topic in an awkward atmosphere, and said, "There is a plum in the corner, and Ling Han leaves alone."
Zhan Zhen: "..."
After a short silence.
Xian Sheng stood on tiptoe to reach the plum branch that covered his head with snow. Zhan Zhen walked over and said, "What are you doing?"
Xian Sheng retracted his hand, his heart still pounding against his chest, and he said hard, "I want, that one."
Zhan Zhen glanced at the section of plum that was high above his waist, took the knife off his waist, and pressed the section of plum branch in front of him with the handle of the knife.
Xian Sheng folded down, and Zhan Zhen let go.
Looking at each other, Xian Sheng handed Meizhi to him: "... Can this be sweet?"
Zhan Zhen calmly took it, twisted Mei Zhi and looked down for a while, then coldly raised his eyelids and said, "No."
The author has something to say: Xian Sheng: Ruthless.
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