But at this time, when he faced Zhou Chi's eyes, he couldn't even say a word to apologize.
He was really annoyed and anxious, but Zhou Chi kept lying on his back with his eyes lowered and said nothing.
"Zhou... Zhou Chi..." After a long silence, Lu Zhicheng braced himself and continued to speak, "That day, the... kind of mushroom we ate was called Jianshouqing, and that kind of mushroom contained trace amounts of toxins. Maybe we... ate it. It was not fully cooked when I was eating it, so it was just... that I was poisoned. I... I only found out about it yesterday. "
"Oh." Zhou Chi hummed inaudibly, and then stopped talking.
Lu Zhicheng looked at the shocking wounds on his back and lowered his head silently. He really didn't know what to say, let alone what to do next. His heart was clenched together and he was in chaos.
"Prince Hui, please prepare a tent for me. I'm afraid I'll have to stay in the camp for a few more days." After a while, Zhou Chi suddenly spoke in a very calm tone, "I'd like you to prepare a tent for me, Prince Hui."
"You don't have to move out." Lu Zhicheng felt extremely uncomfortable.
Zhou Chi's tone was as if nothing had happened. No, it was like when they first met. At that time, he was the Fifth Highness who first arrived in Southern Xinjiang. He was a respectful and humble Lord Zhou, but neither arrogant nor arrogant. He commanded operations on the front line, and he raised food and fodder in the rear. At that time, they had no personal relationship. Like all superiors and subordinates, they were officially polite, but later, their relationship gradually became different.
When did it start
It probably started when he was acclimatized.
Zhou Chi's concern and care are real, and so is the jar of spicy and delicious pickles.
Zhou Chi was the first person he met in southern Xinjiang, the person he was most familiar with, and even the person he relied on the most. This dependence was accompanied by Zhou Chi's meticulous care, the jar of pickles, and Zhou Chi when he was in Guangxi. The number of visits Chi went to the front line in person increased day by day. In fact, he knew very well that Zhou Chi took care of him more because of the concern of the elders for the younger ones and also because of Lu Zhishan's instructions. However, this did not prevent Lu Zhiyue from caring more about him. Become more and more dependent.
In the past two days and one night, facing the sleeping Zhou Chi, he thought a lot. He recalled every time he got along with Zhou Chi, and also recalled his thoughts over the years. He thought a lot, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He didn't know how to face Zhou Chi, but one thing he was sure of was that Zhou Chi was very important. To him, Zhou Chi was a very special being that no one could compare to.
"You don't need to move," Lu Zhicheng said in a low voice, "You are injured so badly that it is inconvenient to move. It will be easier for me to take care of you if you live here."
Zhou Chi frowned and was about to speak when he heard Lu Zhicheng say again: "Don't worry, I just want to take care of you and recover from your injuries. I will never... interrupt you."
"If you really want to move out," Lu Zhicheng paused and took a breath, "then you have to wait until you recover from your injuries before moving out."
"Lu Zhicheng, I was also involved in what happened yesterday, and I also ate the green hands, so don't feel so guilty," Zhou Chi said slowly after a while, "You are the general of Zhennan, and you have so many things waiting for you all day long. It’s not appropriate for you to be distracted while you’re dealing with it. It’s also very inconvenient for me to be here with you…”
"There's no inconvenience. We used to live together!" Lu Zhicheng suddenly cut off Zhou Chi's words. There was an unknown fire burning in his heart that he couldn't suppress.