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Yuan Cixian was climbing down from the bed, her feet still hanging in the air. She looked down at his hand on her wrist and touched her ears. Did she hear it right
Seeing her like this, Lu Shiqing loosened his hand, stretched into the quilt weakly, and said indifferently with disappointment: "It's okay, you can go back." After that, he closed his eyes sleepily.
Yuan Cixian choked on the spot. Good fellow, she was being played hard to get.
She didn't fall into the trap, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she recalled his low and hoarse voice and the dead tone when he spoke just now, and she couldn't help but look back at him. This time, she saw that his eyebrows were tightly knitted, his face was flushed, and there was a dark shadow under his eyes, which really didn't look good.
She pinched her face, held her breath, and leaned back to take the towel from his forehead, thinking that she should change it again. Unexpectedly, Lu Shiqing was like a miracle, and he closed his eyes and accurately blocked her hand, saying tiredly and coldly: "What do you need to do if the servants can do it?"
Then he could just ask a servant to sleep with him.
Yuan Cixian was annoyed by his attitude and turned around and left in anger. When she closed the door with a bang, she heard a series of broken coughs coming from inside.
She had followed the army medical doctors for a while when the war broke out in southern Yunnan, and had some knowledge of the art of diagnosing diseases by listening to their sounds, so she couldn't help but frown. This cough was definitely not just a fake one to win sympathy. He had caught a cold, and it seemed that his lungs were injured.
She paused, tossed her feet back and forth twice, and finally moved the door back. Perhaps half out of softness and half out of guilt for what happened to Xu Shan, she stood by his bed for a while, then bent over to take off her boots.
The moment she climbed onto his bed, she suddenly realized that playing hard to get was actually an open conspiracy. The person who fell into the trap might not know that it was a trap, but he just didn't know what to do with the person who set the trap.
Perhaps when she used this trick on Lu Shiqing at the beginning, he also knew it clearly in his mind.
She huddled her hands and feet nervously and greeted him, "I'm coming up."
Lu Shiqing tried to hold back his laughter, but his wound was throbbing with pain. He pretended to be calm and continued to close his eyes and said, "Yeah."
Yuan Cixian was filled with hatred. Seeing that he still refused to open his eyes, she didn't know what position to take while sitting on the bed. She bent her knees and straightened them again. She was about to move her butt when she suddenly heard Lu Shiqing ask, "You sleep sitting down?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he "showed his kindness" and helped her lie down on her side.
When their eyes met, Yuan Cixian's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously looked into his eyes and saw her own slightly panicked expression in the reflection. She quickly looked away at Chengchen above her head.
Lu Shiqing curled his lips, then reached out and pushed her outward, making her lie flat.
Yuan Cixian was being tossed around by him like a puppet. She felt unhappy and forgot about being nervous. She tilted her head and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
Of course, Lu Shiqing was afraid that she would get too close to him face to face and see through the makeup on his face. He said, "How can I sleep if you look at me?"
I have to sleep with him, but I can't look at him.
She secretly complained to him that he was difficult to deal with, and turned away angrily, moving two feet away, resting her head on her arms and ignoring him.
As a result, Lu Shiqing stared at her back.
Today she was wearing a slightly loose skirt, so it was hard to tell her figure when she was standing, but when she lay down with the skirt so tight, I could see her previously hidden beauty. Her waist was slender and her hips were plump. Her curves were as smooth as a single stroke in a painting. Her black hair was tied up, revealing a long neck, which was as transparent as jade and as white as flour, making people want to take a bite.
But Lu Shiqing was afraid that too big a movement would hurt the injury, and he was also afraid of being exposed, so he endured it and did nothing. He just silently covered his chest and continued to look around.
When he was halfway through the turn, Yuan Cixian slammed the bed and turned around almost fiercely.
Lu Shiqing closed his eyes quickly like a thief who had been caught.
Yuan Cixian's words "You sleep with your eyes open" were immediately choked on his lips. He secretly said "Look at the blind man again" and turned his back angrily again.
She had a keen intuition, so Lu Shiqing did not open his eyes again. His mind was filled with the amazing scene he had just seen. He knew she was so close that he could not fall asleep. He did not know how long it had been. It seemed that the weather had suddenly turned cold after the sun had set. A gust of wind blew in from the window, and he noticed that the person two feet away shivered from the cold.
He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he had covered himself tightly with the quilt to avoid being exposed, but his mind and eyes were occupied by charming thoughts and he forgot that she was not covered with anything.
To avoid disturbing the wound, he moved forward with difficulty, then lifted a corner of the quilt and covered her with it.
Yuan Cihan certainly didn't fall asleep either. She felt the bedding he passed to her and a sudden surge of heat, and her heart began to beat fast with nervousness. She simply closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
This was exactly what Lu Shiqing wanted. He pushed further and moved closer to her, wrapping her completely in his blanket, holding her in his arms, and pressing her back against his chest.
Yuan Cixian's breathing tightened, and just as she was about to move away, she heard him whisper, "Don't move."
The words "Don't move" seemed to have magical power and actually made her stop.
He continued, "We're already asleep, so just do whatever makes you feel comfortable."
Yuan Cihan was just about to say that she was feeling uncomfortable when his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. She felt that he seemed to lower his head and put his forehead against the back of her neck.
His fever had not subsided yet, and the feeling of their skin touching each other became more and more soothing and warm, so much so that she suddenly couldn't say that she was unhappy against her will.
Feeling her stiff body gradually relaxing, Lu Shiqing closed his eyes contentedly at this distance where he could die from the ruptured wound if she poked him back with her elbow.
Yuan Cixian hadn't slept for two days and one night. As soon as she relaxed, she felt exhausted. After a while, she felt her head getting heavy and fell asleep in his arms. When she was half asleep, she heard a very soft but serious voice behind her, like Lu Shiqing saying, "Thank you."
She suddenly opened her eyes, not knowing what he was thanking her for. She was about to ask, but she only heard his long and even breathing, as if the words as light as a feather veil just now were just her imagination.
*
Yuan Cihan woke up at the second watch that night. As the curfew had passed, she could not leave, but there was no reason for her to spend the whole night with Lu Shiqing, so she returned to the East Courtyard where she had lived before.
When she was bathing, she felt the back of her neck was smooth, as if it was covered with a layer of powder. She wondered when Jianzhi and Shicui became so dirty, but she did not think much about it. As she was still very sleepy, she soon fell asleep on the bed again and returned to Yuan Mansion early the next morning.
Lu Shiqing slept for a night and his fever subsided. He pulled himself together and went to the Purple Palace to serve Emperor Huining. Since he was only facing the sage, he was able to cover up the incident easily. The next day, it was time to go to court. As expected, Prince Ping was intent on investigating the officials in the court. He kept arguing with the sage about a political matter, which led to the officials in the court to come out and express their opinions.
Lu Shiqing was also asked for his opinion several times. Because his right palm was not injured, he did not show any flaws when he stepped out of the line and bowed. But the bad thing was that the court meeting was extended for a full hour. He stood straight for the whole morning and was really unable to support it. The makeup used to disguise the paleness on his face could no longer suppress it.
Most of the court officials were already impatient, but the issue of Huainan taxation raised by King Ping was a matter of great concern to the sage. The old emperor was interested, and no one dared to interrupt him, so that when noon approached, he was still seen talking incessantly in front.
Lu Shiqing stood back with his back straight and lips pursed, but he could hardly hear what everyone was saying, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Fortunately, King Ping focused his attention on the right palms of the courtiers and didn't pay much attention to him.
Zheng Zhuo looked at him calmly, knowing that there was probably something wrong with his wound, and quickly winked at Cai He beside him.
This Cai He was the official who was promoted to the position of Dali Temple Minister after being recommended by Lu Shiqing with a few powerful words to replace Jiang Min.
He understood Zheng Zhuo's hint, and when Emperor Huining asked him for his opinion, he pretended to be hesitant and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, I have not made up my mind yet."
Emperor Huining saw that he could not list any of the cases, and seemed a little annoyed: "Cai Siqing should have heard the principle of doing one's job well. If you can't make up your mind about this tax evasion case, who will take it?"
Cai He seemed to have no choice but to step out of the line and bowed to the saint. His right palm was wrapped in a thick bandage, showing that he was injured.
Lu Shiqing bit his tongue because his eyes were black, and he was trying to hold on with the pain and the salty, astringent and sweet taste. When he raised his eyes and saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
In order to protect him, Zheng Zhuo sacrificed Cai He.
Seeing that he had grabbed Cai He, Prince Ping finally gave up and the court meeting was dismissed. Lu Shiqing turned around with a straight posture, and as soon as he took a step, he clearly felt a pull on the wound, as if it finally couldn't hold on and split open.
He frowned and was about to leave, but his archenemy Zhang Zhixian came up to him and asked him about his health, "I see that Minister Lu is not in good spirits. The weather has been cold lately. Remember to put on more clothes, lest our Great Zhou loses its pillars."
The old man obviously didn't know the real situation and was just looking for trouble as usual.
Lu Shiqing smiled at him. Seeing that Prince Ping was about to come forward, he cursed in his heart, but he could only say calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Zhang Pushe. You are old and frail, so you should take care of your health, otherwise your son will lose someone to teach him and answer his questions before he passes the imperial examination."
Zhang Zhixian's son is useless. This sentence hit the old man's sore spot, and he was so angry that he kicked his feet and left.
Lu Shiqing breathed a sigh of relief and heard Zheng Zhuo talking to Prince Ping behind him, obviously trying to buy time for him. He gritted his teeth and walked out of the hall. Unexpectedly, when he walked out of the hall, he looked down and saw blood oozing from the front of his lapel.
If he leaves the palace now, he may encounter more setbacks. Once his obviously abnormal wound is exposed, Cai He's sacrifice will be in vain.
He took a deep breath, pinched his palms tightly with a nail plate to stay awake, turned his head and walked towards the Thirteenth Prince's Hanliang Palace. When he entered the palace, he was exhausted and could no longer hold on, and fell at the threshold.
Shao He, who was teaching Zheng Hong in the palace, was startled when he heard the sound. He looked up and saw this scene, then hurriedly stood up and ran forward.
Zheng Hong was drowsy from studying, and when he saw this, he asked in surprise, "Minister Lu, what's wrong with you?"
Before Shao He ran over, Lu Shiqing had already stood up by holding onto the door frame, bowed to him, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I am fine, I just accidentally stepped on the threshold."
Zheng Hong was young, but he was not easy to fool. He pointed at the large stain on his front and asked, "What is this?"
He was wearing a dark crimson official robe, and the blood that seeped out made the color of the fabric darker, and from a distance it looked like spilled water.
Shao He had already rushed to him, and understood what was going on. Her face turned pale, but she tried to calm down and turned back and said, "Hong'er, Minister Lu's official robe has been stained by water stains. You can study here with peace of mind. Sister will go find him some new clothes."
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