Ji Fan lost his memory
This was the conclusion Rong Xuan came to after observing for a long time. He habitually tapped his palm with the scroll, and calmly looked at the confused man on the bed. With an unknown smile on his lips, he asked half-truthfully, "Who am I? You are my newly bought little wife, who do you think I am?"
After Rong Xuan finished speaking, Bu Jifan did not reply. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly, word by word: "Of course I am your husband."
He was wearing a white scholar's gown, which was just ordinary, and his hair was tied up with jade. He was tall and unrestrained, which made him stand out in this era where everyone was trying to survive. Whenever his eyes met with others, they were ambiguous, as if they were flirting, but the depths of his eyes could not be seen through.
Ji Fan tried to recall what he had heard, but he felt a splitting headache. He forced himself to sit up from the bed, but suddenly found that he was wrapped in gauze. He asked a little late, "... What happened to me?"
In the original novel, Ji Fan was able to cause the Great Zhou royal family to fall apart with his own strength, which shows how cunning he is. Even though he has lost his memory today, he is not necessarily that easy to deceive.
Rong Xuan met his dark gaze and said simply, "You fell from the mountain and were picked up by the Kidnapper King."
Ji Fan paused when he heard this, a strand of dark hair slipped quietly from his shoulder, and a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes: "Kidnapper King?"
Rong Xuan uttered an "oh" and said maliciously, "It was the lame man who solicited customers in the brothel at the entrance of the village. He wanted to sell you to the brothel, but I bought you back with ten taels of silver."
Ji Fan didn't expect that he was bought by Rong Xuan. When he heard the word "brothel", his face turned ugly for a moment.
Rong Xuan was used to bluffing people, and seeing this, he became addicted to acting. He raised his hand and twisted a strand of hair in front of him, twisting it around his fingertips twice, and lowered his voice and jokingly said, "But don't worry, since I bought you back, I will definitely treat you well."
When Ji Fan heard this, he didn't know how to answer for a moment. His mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.
He saw Rong Xuan had clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, and he really had a rare good-looking face. The corners of his lips seemed to be curved but not curved, and although he had a sense of romance, he did not look like a vicious person. Although it was a little difficult for him to accept himself for a while, he did not have too much resistance in his heart.
Ji Fan stared at Rong Xuan and said hesitantly: "I..."
He pursed his lips: "Are you really... my husband?"
Rong Xuan closed his eyes and nodded: "Of course."
no.
Rong Xuan felt no guilt for lying to others. He needed to study carefully how to reduce Ji Fan's evilness. Before that, he had to have a reasonable reason to let Ji Fan stay.
For the mission and to save the party.
This cliff-falling scene actually appeared in the original novel. In the Battle of Changling, although Zhou narrowly defeated Yan, it also lost several generals. The only son of Donglinhou was killed in that battle, and was beheaded by Han Xiaoyun, the general of Yan.
Later, Yan sent a peace treaty, and Donglin Hou held a grudge and fought back. However, Zhou could not stand the war of attrition, so the emperor rewarded him with some gold, silver and beautiful women to comfort him for the loss of his son, and there was no more news after that.
This assassination was orchestrated by the Marquis of Donglin. If Ji Fan died in Zhou territory for unknown reasons, even if Dayan no longer wanted to start a war, it would still question him for the sake of face, thus causing disputes between the two countries.
In short, there are two groups of people looking for Ji Fanluo. One group is sent by the emperor, and the other is sent by the Duke of Donglin.
According to the original novel, the people of Donglin will find Ji Fan first and assassinate him. However, the general Xuanyuan Qing, who was ordered by the emperor to search for Prince Luo of Yan, arrived just in time to save Ji Fan's life, and successfully laid a solid foundation for Ji Fan to fall in love with him in the future.
Tsk, what a bloody love triangle.
Rong Xuan looked at Ji Fan again, thinking that this man had lost his memory and was seriously injured. If he returned to Shengjing, he would be a fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others. It was a pity for such a beautiful woman to die. It would be better to wait until his memory recovered.
Rong Xuan gently lifted Ji Fanba up with his scroll and said jokingly, "I spent all my family wealth to buy you, so don't run away easily, otherwise Rong will suffer a great loss."
Ji Fan turned his head away reflexively, frowned and looked at Rong Xuan, his eyes like a cold and poisonous needle. She was obviously a kind and virtuous Guanyin, but her sharp features made her look sharp.
He is an evil ghost who has fallen into hell, not a Buddha who can save the world.
And all of this is an instinctive reaction.
Rong Xuan was stunned for a moment by this look, and almost thought that Ji Fan had recovered his memory. But then he thought again, it was probably because Fang Tiansheng was very wary.
He smiled and finally stopped teasing Ji Fan. He thought to himself that Ji Fan was really hot-tempered. He had never seen such a hot-tempered person before: "Sit down first, I'll get you some food."
After Rong Xuan finished speaking, he put the scroll aside and went out of the house.
Ji Fan watched him leave, forced himself to get up, and walked to the door holding onto the wall. But he saw Rong Xuan talking in a low voice with a dignified and beautiful lady outside the courtyard, and his voice came intermittently:
"Mother, he's awake..."
"I'm glad you woke up, but you still don't remember anything?"
"I'm afraid I don't remember."
"Then you should take good care of it. I remember there is a silver hairpin in the box. Take it to the town tomorrow and ask a doctor to take a look. Your father will be executed soon, so let's do some good deeds..."
Rong Xuan responded, then got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing this, Ji Fan was silent for a moment, covered his wound and slowly returned to the bed.
When Rong Xuan came in with the bowl of porridge, he saw Ji Fan with his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking. He stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon and sat down beside the bed: "Drink some porridge first, I'll take you to see a doctor in town tomorrow."
This thatched house was extremely shabby, and the people living in it were naturally not very wealthy. Ji Fan looked up at Rong Xuan, holding back the urge to cough, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why did you save me..."
Rong Xuan smiled and said, "My mother is a Buddhist and cannot bear to see people suffer. Besides, a brothel is like a pit of fire. I can't just watch you jump in there."
He blew on the porridge and handed the spoon to Ji Fan's mouth: "Drink it."
Ji Fan's injury had not yet healed, and he was afraid that he could not even hold the bowl steadily. Seeing this, he pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then lowered his eyes to drink the spoonful of porridge. His eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
He fed one and the other drank. Before they knew it, the bowl of porridge was empty.
Rong Xuan looked at the empty bottom of the bowl and was about to give it away when he suddenly heard Ji Fan say, "I will return the silver to you."
Rong Xuan became interested after hearing this: "Return? How can you return it?"
Ji Fan looked up at him. His long dark hair slipped down from his shoulders, which made him look charming. His chin was pointed, and he looked weak but he should not be underestimated. "What do you want?"
Rong Xuan leaned forward and said, "I promised you that I would save your life. Don't you know that?"
Ji Fan was stunned.
Rong Xuan suddenly chuckled: "Forget it, I was just joking with you. If you have an agenda when saving someone, it's not called saving people, it's a transaction."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and walked out the door.
Rong's mother has an eye disease, and her vision is always unclear. It's fine during the day, but at night she can't see anything. Some things can only be done by Rong Xuan -
For example, chopping wood and boiling water.
Rong Xuan grew up in the countryside, and his relatives often asked him to do some work, so chopping wood was considered his main occupation. However, the knives and axes in ancient times were too blunt, and it was difficult to use them without effort.
"trouble."
Rong Xuan rolled up his sleeves and threw a few pieces of firewood into the stove, wondering what kind of fate he had. Others who traveled through time were either marquises or princes, but why did his treatment plummet when it came to him
The system also felt a bit sorry for him: You’ve worked hard.
Rong Xuan: "It's not hard, it's a hard life."
system:…
Ji Fan wanted to take a bath and wash. Rong Xuan saw that the water was almost boiled, so he brought a bucket of hot water into the house and poured it into the bathtub in the main room.
He tested the water temperature with his hand and found that it was not enough, so he brought in two buckets. Only then did Ji Fan say, "Wash it. Try to see if it's too hot."
Ji Fan had been in bed for many days, and all the wounds on his body had scabbed over, leaving only internal injuries, so it should be fine for him to take a bath. He got up from the bed and put his hand into the tub. Just as he was about to say that the water temperature was suitable, he saw Rong Xuan sitting directly behind the desk, lazily leaning back in the chair, with no intention of leaving at all.
The hut was small, so Rong's mother could only place a wooden table next to the bed for Rong Xuan to read. Although he had no money, he brought a lot of luggage with him on his way to Beijing.
There were two camphorwood boxes stacked in the corner, filled with rare ancient books, which would be worth at least a million dollars if sold on the market. However, most of them were family sword manuals, which could not be easily shown to others. Rong's mother would rather pawn all her jewelry than sell those books.
Under her urging, Rong Xuan would read books and practice sword-fighting every day, without slacking off for even a single day.
Seeing this, Ji Fan paused in his undressing and asked, "You're not going out?"
Rong Xuan was reading the Zhou Law which he had not finished reading yesterday. He turned his eyes away from the book and looked up at Ji Fan. He asked lazily, "You are my husband, is there anything you cannot see?"
Rong Xuan was just too lazy to move. But he was only interested in the pretty face, not the body. After all, Qingzi looked no different from an ordinary man. Ji Fan had fallen into a coma these days, and he had even helped bandage his wounds. He had already seen what he should and should not see.
Ji Fan was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that she was the wife bought by Rong Xuan. Not to mention watching her take a bath, even sharing the bed was reasonable.
Seeing Ji Fan was still not moving, Rong Xuan curled his lips slightly, hiding a hint of teasing intent: "What are you standing there for? Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Because of his words, the room suddenly fell silent.
There was a candle on the corner of the table. The warm light enveloped Rong Xuan's face and shoulders, making him look gentle and elegant, like a gentleman. But his careless and playful eyes had nothing to do with the word gentleman.
There was a rustling sound of cloth falling to the ground. Ji Fan raised his hand to untie his belt and quietly took off his clothes, revealing his slender body. His black hair fell from his shoulders, covering the two red spots.
He lowered his eyes, not looking at Rong Xuan, and stepped into the bathtub without changing his expression. His wonderful body was gradually submerged in the hot water, and his hair floated on the water, adding a bit of charm.
It was only then that Ji Fan finally looked up at Rong Xuan. His pale face was stained with a hint of rouge due to the rising heat, and his dark eyes were naturally narrow and long, like a hook that would snatch a person's soul even if he did nothing.
However, the man sitting behind the desk had already started reading a book, staring at the densely packed legal provisions on the page and silently reciting them, as if the ink words on it were more attractive than the vivid and beautiful woman in front of him.
Books are as valuable as jade and as precious as gold.
Rong Xuan is trying to find a way to get rich overnight from this book "Zhou Law".
Ji Fan was originally worried that Fang would be frivolous, but he didn't expect that he would not do anything out of line. He stared at Rong Xuan for a long while, and when he saw that Fang didn't move, he lowered his head and gently wiped his body. The sound of water sounded softly in the room, which aroused people's reverie.
Ji Fan felt that this silent atmosphere was a bit strange, so he took the initiative to ask, "What book are you reading?"
Rong Xuan gently turned a page of paper: "Laws of Zhou Dynasty."
There is a saying that goes, humans control nature, and laws control humans. If you want to understand the world, you should start with the laws and regulations, so that you can see if there are any loopholes to exploit.
Ji Fan: "Why don't you read scriptures or historical books?"
Rong Xuan: “I don’t want to watch it.” I don’t understand it either.
Ji Fan: "Is the woman outside your mother?"
Rong Xuan inexplicably felt that Ji Fan was checking his household registration, so he glanced at him and said, "Yeah."
As he asked and answered, the water in the tub gradually lost its temperature. Ji Fan held onto the edge of the tub and tried to stand up with difficulty, but the slightest effort caused the wound to be pulled, and the blood on his face disappeared. He silently gritted his teeth and prepared to gather his strength again, but suddenly a bony hand appeared in front of him, and then Rong Xuan's familiar voice sounded above his head: "Why didn't you call me?"
Rong Xuan didn't know when Qi Shu came over. He smiled and stretched out his hand, saying, "Can I help you?"
He was happy to serve the beauty.
In this era, the status of a nobleman was not that high. Although he could give birth to children, his fertility rate was not high. In fact, because he was strong and not as weak as women, he would be beaten and scolded by his husband at any time, and became a slave.
It's rare to find someone as gentle as Rong Xuan.
Seeing this, Ji Fan moved his fingertips slightly and held his hand a little late, but in a second, Fang Fu picked him up from the water. The sound of water splashed, soaking not only the clothes but also the ground.
"There are clean clothes on the bed. Do you want to change them yourself or should I help you?"
Ji Fan was a nobleman after all, so he put his hands in front of him and shook his head: "I'll change it myself."
Rong Xuan didn't refuse when he heard it. He remembered that there was still medicine boiling in the stove, so he carried the person to the bed, settled him down, and then walked out.
Ji Fan saw a set of clean clothes on the bed, and thought it was Rong Xuan, so he took it and changed into it. Not long after, Rong Xuan came in with a porcelain bowl filled with black medicine juice, which was still emitting hot water.
"Drink it. The village doctor will prescribe you medicine."
Rong Xuan was always skeptical like the barefoot doctor, and he didn't know whether this bowl of pitch-black medicine could cure the disease, but he decided to give it a try.
Ji Fan took a sip and frowned unconsciously, causing the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows to become thinner and sharper. He whispered, "It's so bitter..."
Rong Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Bitter?"
In the original story, Ji Fan didn't even utter a word when Xuanyuan Qing chopped off his right arm. Now, would he complain about a bowl of medicine? Or did he reveal his true nature because of his amnesia
Rong Xuan looked at the bowl of brown medicine juice and thought that there was really no way, because medicines are very bitter. He took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve, which contained a few slices of pickled apricots, which he bought when he went to the town to inquire about the news of Rong Zhengqing's verdict a few days ago.
Rong Xuan Jifan put a small piece of apricot into her mouth. The sour and sweet taste quickly suppressed the bitterness of the medicine. "It's bitter, but there's nothing you can do about it. You still have to drink it. How about this, you take a sip of the medicine and I'll take a piece of dried fruit. How about that?"
This is his private collection of snacks.
Ji Fan didn't know why, he stared at Rong Xuan for a moment, and nodded silently. He took a mouthful of medicine, a mouthful of dried apricots, and finally finished the bowl of medicine, muttering to himself: "You should be the first person to take care of me like this..."
Rong Xuan paused when he heard this, and almost thought that he had recovered his memory: "Why do you say that?"
Ji Fan said: "It's just a feeling..."
"They say that even if a person loses his memory, he will still remember the things he cares about the most. But I don't remember anything, which shows that I have nothing to care about..."
He didn't remember the snowstorms in Beiyan, nor the twists and turns of the Zhou royal family. He only remembered the loneliness that followed him everywhere, which he never forgot even after he lost his memory, as if he had lived like this every day for decades.
Rong Xuan didn't know what to say when he heard this. He thought, could this be the sixth sense of the emperor? It's quite accurate. He walked to the desk, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of water. He was about to continue reading when he suddenly heard a strange and hesitant voice in his ear: "Husband..."
"puff!"
Rong Xuan spat out a mouthful of tea. He covered his mouth and coughed continuously. He looked up at Ji Fan on the bed in surprise: "You... cough cough cough... What did you call me just now?"
Ji Fan unconsciously clenched his knees, not understanding why Rong Xuan reacted so strongly, and hesitantly asked, "Husband... Sir?"
Didn't Rong Xuan say it himself? It was he who bought the wife.
Rong Xuan coughed even harder after hearing this. He managed to calm down and waved his hands: "No... No need... Just call me by my name..."
He is a non-marriageist. He only flirts and does not take responsibility.
Seeing that Rong Xuan didn't seem to like this name, Ji Fan looked away awkwardly: "But you didn't tell me your name."
Rong Xuan finally calmed down and shook off the pages that he had accidentally wet: "Rong Xuan, just call me Rong Xuan."
"Rong Xuan...?"
Ji Fan murmured softly after hearing this, nodded, and said no more.