The servant came in with the medicine, and Wen Jian took it. Just like before, she gently held Qingzhi in her arms and fed her the medicine.
Qingzhi had always been very obedient when it came to taking medicine, so he didn't waste much time in feeding Qingzhi the decoction. Qingzhi's body was still very hot. He was afraid that she would be cold, so he held her gently When she lay down, I didn't forget to put an extra layer of bedding on her...
When he sat up, he suddenly felt his hand twitching. It was Qingzhi who was still holding his hand tightly.
Wen Jian was silent for a moment, and could only sit back slowly, quietly watching Qingzhi's bedside with her eyes lowered.
He looked down at Qingzhi's fingers gently holding his hand, and gently touched her hot fingers with his fingertips. It was obvious that the two of them were holding each other's hands, but they could no longer be the same as before. Wen Jian He couldn't help but use a little force to grasp her fingers, feeling an inexplicable tug in his heart.
Qingzhi slowly opened her eyes at some point, and looked at the young man standing by the bed without emotion. After looking at him quietly for a while, Qingzhi weakly and slowly turned her head away from him.
Wen Jian raised her eyes when she heard the sound, and saw Qing Zhi's eyelashes slightly lowered, her eyes half-opened, looking very tired.
Wen Jian let go of her hand, stood up and poured her a glass of hot water, supported her and said softly: "Qingzhi, drink some water."
Qingzhi didn't feel sorry for her body. She took a few sips of water, then turned her head away and said hoarsely, "Where's Susu?"
Wen Jian put down the cup in his hand and paused for a moment before replying: "He said he was busy with something in the city and would come back later."
Qingzhi nodded gently in his arms and asked expressionlessly: "When are you leaving?"
For a long time, Wen Jian didn't say a word, and just held her like this.
"Wen Jian, please show some respect." Qingzhi pushed him away gently, leaned on the bed in a daze, looked at him quietly, and curled her pale lips slightly, "You didn't want me in the first place."
Wen Jian didn't exert any force, so she pushed him away easily. He was also afraid that she would be angry, so he stood up in the end, was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Qingzhi, I know I owe you a lot. I came to Southern Xinjiang this time just to help you tide over the difficulties. When this matter is over, I will leave."
I don't know if the last sentence stimulated Qingzhi. She lowered her eyes, covering up the cold pain in her eyes. After a while, she raised her head coldly and opened her lips: "You Is there an edict?"
Wen Jian looked at her silently and said nothing.
"If not, what qualifications do you have to appear here? I have already informed the court about the snow disaster in southern Xinjiang. The court will naturally send people over when it learns about it." Qingzhi said, paused, and said directly Staring at him, he said, "And in what capacity do you, Wen Jian, come to say these things to me?"
Qingzhi was really dizzy. Now she was leaning on the couch. She had a splitting headache and was terribly uncomfortable, but she still said these words to Wen Jian with a cold face.
Wen Jian closed her eyes and finally said, "Qingzhi, let's talk."
"What are you talking about?" Qingzhi sneered, "Talk about the fact that I am your aunt?"
At that moment, the air suddenly condensed.
The wind and sand outside the camp were still sweeping in like a clear storm.
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