"You're welcome." Wen Zhigu also smiled at her, "I hope the empress and the emperor will always be happy. To be honest, the soldiers in the military camp often talk about you. They all say that the emperor and the empress are probably the most beautiful people in the history of the Northern Kingdom. The loving empress."
Ji Xili's face turned slightly red after hearing this, but in the end he was still happy. He couldn't help but curled his lips and said sincerely to Wen Zhigu, "Thank you."
Then I said silently in my heart: I hope you can be happy knowing this.
Regardless of whether that person was his brother Ji Xubai, Ji Xili hoped from the bottom of his heart that Wen Zhigu would be happy.
Wen nodded knowingly and asked casually: "Is Xiao Jian with the Marquis?"
"Yes, dad is teaching Xiao Jian how to calligraphy. If nothing else, dad can indeed write well."
Wen Zhigu had seen the shorthand calligraphy taught by Marquis Ji before, so he nodded in appreciation and said, "I have seen it before, and Master Marquis' handwriting is really beautiful." As Wen Zhigu said this, he remembered something and couldn't help but feel a little helpless. He said: "The imperial doctor ordered me to give him medicine."
"Want someone to help you?"
Wen Zhigu thought of Ji Xubai's sullen expression, saying he would rather work harder than let anyone touch him, so he shook his head and said, "No, I can do it myself."
After saying goodbye to Ji Xili, Wen Zhigu returned to the Jade Courtyard. When she opened the door and went in, Ji Xubai was already awake and coughing, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.
Wen Zhigu sat down by the bed and looked at him silently.
Ji Xubai also looked at her quietly, but he looked very weak and his lips were pale.
Wen Zhiyu touched his dry lips with a finger. Just as he was about to pull back, Ji Xubai opened his lips slightly and bit her finger, but he didn't use any force or had the strength to do so, so Wen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. Then he quickly withdrew his fingers, and a faint pink color slowly appeared on the base of his ears.
The fingers were wet and numb, still retaining the residual warmth from being licked.
Wen Zhigu stared at him.
Ji Xubai then said weakly: "I know why, I'm thirsty."
Wen Zhigu bit his lip, remembering what Imperial Doctor Chu said, he didn't get angry after all. He got up and went to pour him some water. When he came back, he carefully lifted his head and fed him little by little.
"Knowing the past..."
"Can you stop talking?" Wen Zhiyu interrupted him with a frown.
My throat is so dry and I still want to talk.
Ji Xubai had no choice but to press his thin lips lightly and didn't dare to say much.
"The imperial doctor said, fortunately it's just a trauma... We need to take good care of it..." Wen Zhigu suddenly lowered his head, feeling his nose was a little sore, and whispered, "I'll just beat you to death."
Ji Xubai also spoke in a low voice, still thinking about her tone: "It's good to be beaten to death knowingly."
"..." Wen Zhiyu raised his head and glared at him, "You're still talking! Who talked to you?"
Ji Xubai closed his mouth again.
Next, Wen Zhigu did whatever Ji Xubai said, because he had already received medicine on his back, but not on his shoulders.
Wen Zhiyou pulled apart the fabric on his chest and asked Ji Xubai to turn his head away. Ji Xubai turned his head away obediently, and then Wen Zhiyou could clearly see a few tattoos on his shoulders. The bite mark was so severe that it was shockingly painful to look at...
Wen Zhigu didn't know where he had the strength to bite so hysterically, and how could Ji Xubai endure it...