Just as Wen Yantong threw his clothes on the ground, he saw Chi Jingxi standing by the door of the study from the corner of his eye.
She didn't change her posture, and immediately reached out to grab the clothes back, and patted them with her hands, pretending to be talking to herself, "Strange, why did this clothes fall to the ground?"
Chi Jingxi glanced at her, walked to the main hall, picked up the cloak and put it on.
"Does the young master want to go out?" Wen Yantong asked.
Her nose was clogged badly, and her voice was a little hoarse, as soon as she opened her mouth, she could hear that she was suffering from a cold.
Chi Jingxi was silent for a while, and then asked, "Did you wake up in the middle of the night yesterday?"
Wen Yantong scratched his head, "The charcoal fire went out last night, I'll get up and have a look."
He fastened the buttons on the cloak one by one, and then seemed to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask, opened the cotton curtain and left.
There was only one maid guarding the door, she immediately lowered her head when she saw him, and handed his cotton boots to his feet tremblingly.
After Chi Jingxi changed his shoes, he said, "Burn some hot water in it and let him drink it."
The maid hurriedly responded, and sent Chi Jingxi away respectfully.
The snow outside is still falling, but the snow is smaller than yesterday. The snow layer in the academy is constantly being swept away, and it still doesn't reach the back of the feet when you step on it, and it creaks when you walk.
Cheng Xin waited for him for a while, and came out immediately after hearing his guards knocking on the door, and said with a smile, "How did you sleep last night?"
Chi Jingxi was very casual, "It's the same as usual."
Cheng Xin said, "Then why did you punish a maid early in the morning?"
"It's useless to keep it if the service is not good enough." Chi Jingxi said.
Cheng Xin couldn't help laughing out loud, "This is Wen Yantong's man after all, he was punished as you said, but did you ask him?"
"He didn't ask me when he lived in my bedroom." He said.
"I've checked this," Cheng Xin said, "When I heard that Yantong was crippled earlier, Fu Tanghuan arranged for him to sleep alone and have servants in order to make it easier for him to recover from his injuries. Some wives also knew about it. He himself did Didn't know the house was yours."
Chi Jingxi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are the two siblings of the Fu family getting too close to the little cripple?"
Cheng Xin smiled without saying a word, the two chatted about other things, and went to Li Boyuan's bedroom.
Wen Yantong has relaxed a lot since Chi Jingxi left. She has a severe headache and has no strength in her body.
She lay down again, unconscious.
Fever is not a serious problem. Drinking a cup of hot water and covering your body with sweat can almost reduce the fever. Wen Yantong just took a bath, he didn't want to sweat again, and didn't have the energy to toss about it.
But not long after she lay down, the maid brought hot water in, walked to her side lightly, and called out in a low voice, "Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen..."
Wen Yantong opened his eyes in a daze, "What's the matter?"
"Little Hou Ye ordered the servant to bring hot water for you to drink." The maid said.
When Wen Yantong heard that it was sent by Chi Jingxi, his mind cleared up, and he slowly sat up and took the cup.
The maid looked at her appearance and said, "Young Master, I'm afraid he has caught the cold, why don't you go pick up a pair of herbal medicines like a servant girl."
"No need." Wen Yantong's tongue was numb from the heat, and he waved his hands, "The snowy road outside is difficult, don't let you freeze again."
The maid sighed, "Master is really a kind-hearted person."
Wen Yantong sipped hot water, seeing the maid's sad face, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, so he asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed?"
The maid glanced at Wen Yantong, she looked very timid, and said, "Your servant is fine."
"Tell me quickly, I'm not feeling well now, I want to sleep for a while after drinking this water, don't waste time." Wen Yantong said weakly.
"He Ying was fined by the young master for being on duty last night, and asked her to move out of here and live in the lower courtyard of the academy temporarily." The maid said with red eyes, "It's cold and snowy right now, even if there are vacancies in the lower courtyard, There is no cleaning, and there is no heater, and the lotus bird will definitely freeze to death when it goes."
Heying was the maid who kept watch in the middle of the night last night. The name of the person in front of her was Moli, and both of them were called from Fu Tanghuan's subordinates, and they served her very well on weekdays, but Wen Yantong liked it very much.
Upon hearing that Heying was punished, Wen Yantong was startled, "When did it happen?"
"Just this morning." Mo Li said.
Wen Yantong understood, presumably it was because there was no charcoal added last night, which made Chi Jingxi feel uneasy. It's just that when he blamed him this morning, she didn't hear anything.
She asked, "Where is He Ying at this time?"
"I'm packing my things," Moli said.
"You tell her to stay first." Wen Yantong said, "Tell her that I didn't blame her, and let her continue to come back to be on duty after the young master leaves."
"But Young Master's guards are watching her clean up." Moli said.
Ah, this Chi Jingxi has a set of tricks when it comes to finding trouble.
Wen Yantong drank hot water, lifted the quilt to bed, put on a big cloak, pointed to some salty pastries on the table, and said, "Bring some pastries, pour a cup of hot tea, and follow me to have a look."
The wind and snow were raging outside, Wen Yantong immediately woke up from the cold as soon as he went out, and followed Mo Li.
This solitary bed is prepared for the princes and nobles, because there will be small rooms for servants in the future, and the two maids will live in the small house.
At this moment, there was a guard standing outside the small house, guarding the door with a straight face.
Wen Yantong walked over, sniffed, "Little Hou asked you to stay here?"
The guard glanced at her, and replied, "Exactly, the young master's subordinates are going to watch this woman and move her to the lower courtyard."
Wen Yantong smiled, waved his hands and said, "Brother, the weather is so cold, take a sip of hot water to warm up."
Moli hurriedly passed the hot tea up. The guard didn't reach out to take it, "No need."
She stretched out her hand to touch the guard's hand, and exclaimed, "Little hands are cold! But don't freeze them, drink it quickly, this is freshly made hot tea, and the young master is not here, so no one will notice .”
The guard didn't expect her to make a move suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to pull back his hand, but Wen Yantong grabbed Moli's pastry and stuffed it into his hand, "Hurry up and eat some, then yesterday was so cold and vigilant. I'm sorry."
The guard was confused, "It's not like I'm keeping watch for you."
"It's all the same." Wen Yantong said with a smile, "Did the servant beside Young Master freeze to death yesterday?"
The guard froze for a moment, then replied, "No."
"That's good." Wen Yantong pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, "Last night he had an argument with me, and the young master insisted on punishing him, but luckily he didn't freeze."
In fact, she cursed secretly in her heart, she didn't even give that little bastard a cold!
Hearing her words, the guard's eyes changed immediately, and he silently held the pastry Wen Yantong handed over, smiling slightly, "I wonder why he made the young master unhappy?"
Wen Yantong said, "It's good to be fine. It's been cold these days. Big brother, you should also keep warm. You don't need to guard this place. Hurry up and go back to the house to warm up. Look at me, I'm sick from the cold."
The guard glanced into the room with a look of embarrassment, "But the young master ordered..."
"Don't worry." Wen Yantong waved his hand and said, "I will tell the young master about this, he is not a harsh master."
The guard didn't want to take on this drudgery either, so he smiled and said, "Then it's going to be a lot of trouble, Mr. Wen."
"It's nothing." Wen Yantong looked sideways at Moli, "Give the tea to the guard."
Mo Li heard the words and handed over the tea again, but this time the guard happily took it, thanked Wen Yantong, then turned and left.
After the two entered the house, Heying was crying and packing up her things when Moli called her.
When she turned her head and saw Wen Yantong, she hurriedly came up to plead guilty, crying.
Wen Yantong raised her hands slightly, "It's okay, don't cry, you just stay inside the house for the past two days, try to move around as little as possible, and don't let the young master see you."
Heying cried and thanked again and again. Wen Yantong was also very dizzy, just now he was exposed to the cold wind again, and now he felt even more uncomfortable, so after a few casual words, he hurried back to his room.
At noon, Mo Li came to ask her what to eat, but Wen Yantong had no appetite at all, so she waved her hand and refused, nestled on a small soft bed, and fell into a dark sleep.
When Chi Jingxi came back from Li Boyuan's place, it was going to be dark and the wind was biting cold.
As soon as he reached the door, the guard came forward and said in a low voice, "Young Lord, the maid this morning was stopped by Mr. Wen and refused to move away."
Chi Jingxi's face remained unchanged, "He has been in the room today? Where did he go?"
The attendant said, "I came out in the morning and talked to the attendant you pointed out to watch the maid move away for a while, brought a cup of hot tea and a few pastries, and then came back. I haven't come out again."
Chi Jingxi responded with a low voice, and started to leave, but the attendant said, "But..."
"Say." He said.
"Young Master Wen doesn't seem to have eaten anything today," said the attendant.
Chi Jingxi looked sideways, "Why didn't you eat?"
"I guess it's because of the cold." The attendant replied, "The maid asked us to go out and buy some herbs to cure the cold."
Chi Jingxi narrowed her eyes.
The attendant took the opportunity to say, "Young Master, the wind and cold are contagious, why don't you let Mr. Wen go to sleep elsewhere, in case it infects you..."
Chi Jingxi said, "It's okay, I'm not weak enough to be infected by the wind and cold."
After he finished speaking, he stepped into the house, and Mo Li happened to come out from the inside. When she saw Chi Jingxi, she immediately pushed aside, stood against the wall, and saluted in a low voice, "Young Lord."
Chi Jingxi changed her shoes, shook off the snow on her body, opened the cotton curtain and entered the room.
The thick cotton curtains in the room were all lowered, and only two lamps were lit on the left and right, and the soft light was slightly dim. The big stove in the main hall was burning hotly, and the room was very calm, instantly melting the cold air on Chi Jingxi's body and turning it into fine water droplets.
He took off his heavy cloak, put it on the chair casually, looked around the room, and walked towards the screen.
When I passed by the table, I glanced at the plate, and sure enough, the plate was empty, and there was a glass missing.
Wen Yantong wrapped the cup tightly, covered her body with several thick clothes, half of her head was exposed, and her closed eyes showed peace.
She seemed to be sleeping soundly and could hear nothing.
Chi Jingxi stood on the edge of the slump, lifted a corner of the quilt, and reached out to touch the back of Wen Yantong's neck. The hot temperature instantly formed a strong contrast with his cold hands.
Wen Yantong was awakened by the sudden cold, and shrank her neck suddenly, but she didn't expect to pinch Chi Jingxi's hand. It was so cold that she babbled, "It's ice! It's ice!" Ice!"
While talking, he clamped Chi Jingxi's hand even tighter.
Chi Jingxi pulled out his hand and said in a low voice, "Get up, don't sleep."
Wen Yantong was burning badly, and he was a little confused at the moment. Hearing Chi Jingxi's voice, he thought he had put his cold hand in on purpose, so he said with resentment, "How can the young master take me? Come warm your hands! This is too much!"
Chi Jingxi said, "I can tell it's me, but I haven't turned into a fool yet."
Wen Yantong muttered something again, reached out and pulled the quilt back to cover her body, and continued to sleep curled up.
She just feels very cold now, her legs and feet are cold, and she hopes that her body can be warmer.
Chi Jingxi lifted the quilt to hang on the soft chair, grabbed her arm, and easily lifted her up to sit.
Wen Yantong's body was limp, without any strength at all, his bones seemed to be softened, and he was about to fall down again.
He then turned Wen Yantong in a different direction and let her lean on the slumped chair, "If you sleep again, you will die."
Wen Yantong frowned uncomfortably, wondering if he understood Chi Jingxi's words.
He said, "Sit down, don't put on a quilt anymore, let the heat out of your body first."
Wen Yantong nodded heavily, as if agreeing to Chi Jingxi's words.
He waited for a while, and seeing that Yantong had no intention of moving, he turned around and went to the door, and called the attendant who was guarding the door, "Is the snowy road outside possible?"
The attendant didn't know why, so he thought that Chi Jingxi wanted to go back now, so he just said, "The carriage is not feasible, but walking is possible, but it takes time."
"Go and buy some herbal medicine to cure wind and cold." Chi Jingxi ordered, "After you buy it, boil it as soon as possible, and then bring it in."
The servant took the order and left quickly.
He sent another person and said, "Go and ask the dining room to make some light soup and rice, serve it while it's hot."
Then he ordered two people to boil water before entering the house.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yantong wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis again when he went in and took a look, with his head tucked into the quilt.
Chi Jingxi walked over and lifted the quilt again, rolled it up and threw it on the bed, and said to Wen Yantong, "Get up."
Wen Yantong started moaning, very reluctant, "Why do you torture me—"
The temperature on her body was already hot, Chi Jingxi saw that she was really going to burn into a fool, so he pulled her up forcefully and called the maid who guarded the gate to come in.
As soon as Moli came in, she saw that Yantong was blushing so badly that her spine was crooked. Chi Jingxi said, "Take off two coats of his coat."
In order to keep out the cold, Wen Yantong put on two thick cotton coats, covering his whole body to a very high temperature.
Moli immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Young Master Wen, I will take off two pieces for you."
As he spoke, he began to untie her mouth. Wen Yantong opened his eyes and looked at her weakly, as if he had regained consciousness, "What time is it?"
Moli said, "It's you time."
Wen Yantong asked again, "Has Young Master come back?"
Moli glanced at Chi Jingxi who was standing diagonally behind Wen Yantong, and hurriedly replied, "I'm back."
Wen Yantong very cooperatively asked her to take off the padded coat, twisted her neck and looked around, "Where is he? Where is he?"
Chi Jingxi took two steps forward and asked, "Are you more awake?"
Wen Yantong looked at him, she reacted very slowly due to the high fever, and had to look hard at her eyes to concentrate, so she and Chi Jingxi looked at each other for a while.
The strange thing is that Chi Jingxi, who was not very patient in the past, didn't blame her with a dark face today, but seemed to be waiting for her to say something.
Wen Yantong said slowly, "Then close the door, we are going to sleep."
Dare to sleep.
Mo Li said, "My lord, you have slept all day, so you can't sleep any more!"
Wen Yantong said, "I'm so tired."
Wen Yantong had been lying on the bed all day, but Wen Yantong felt his limbs were weak and exhausted, and even his eyelids were very heavy.
Moli poked her head and exclaimed, "It's so hot! What should I do now?!"
Seeing that her situation was not optimistic, Chi Jingxi said, "Pour the water from the pot into the basin, wet the cotton cloth, and wipe his neck and arms."
Now that the medicine has not been bought back, this method can only be used to cool down Wen Yantong temporarily.
After hearing the order, Moli hurriedly carried the pot to find a basin. Wen Yantong, who had lost his strength of support, was about to fall down again, lying sprawled on the soft bed, closing his eyes and not caring about anything.
Moli quickly wetted the cotton cloth, moved a chair to the side of the bed, put the water basin on it, wrung out the cotton cloth and helped Wen Yantong up.
The water in the pot was the hot water that Moli poured in in the morning. It was left in the house for a day. Although it was cold, it was not so cold because it was indoors.
But even so, Wen Yantong couldn't stand the coolness a little bit, he twisted and dodged as soon as he was wiped, pushed back with his hands, and let Moli go away with a hum.
Mo Li couldn't hold her up alone, Wen Yantong broke free immediately and fell limp.
Chi Jingxi caught it with quick eyes and hands, and carried him back to the soft couch. He simply sat down next to Wen Yantong to stop her from stumbling around, "Hurry up."
Moli didn't dare to delay, so she quickly wiped Wen Yantong's face and neck, the cold made her frown tightly, and screamed, "Take it away! It's too cold!"
Chi Jingxi folded her wrists together and pinched her to restrain her struggle.
After some movements, Chi Jingxi felt hot all over his body, and had a faint tendency to sweat. The blush on Wen Yantong's face also faded a little, and the temperature was not as alarming as before.
"Keep wiping." Chi Jingxi didn't let her stop.
The smell of traditional Chinese medicine on Wen Yantong's body is stronger than that in the bedding, especially in the hair. She is petite, and Chi Jingxi can easily control her. It's just that she kept turning her head, and the smell of medicinal herbs faintly entered Chi Jingxi's nose.
In the end, without knowing how to struggle, Wen Yantong stretched out his feet and kicked over the water basin resting on the chair, and most of them fell on the soft couch.
Chi Jingxi subconsciously pulled her back for a distance, and the cold water only wet her insteps.
Moli exclaimed, and hurried to pick up the basin. The surroundings have been splashed with cold water, and there is nothing left in the basin. Moli was terrified and stepped aside, not daring to speak.
Wen Yantong seemed to be vaguely aware that he had caused trouble, so he sat blankly and stopped struggling.
Chi Jingxi glanced at Wen Yantong angrily, saw that she was acting like a fool, and couldn't say anything to blame, so she just said to Mo Li, "Clean up quickly."
Moli hurried forward, first wiped Wen Yantong's instep, then sucked up the water on the ground with a cotton cloth, and finally wiped off the water on the ground.
There was a large piece of soft ground soaked in cold water, unable to sleep at all, Chi Jingxi felt a headache for a while when he saw Wen Yantong who was pretending to be stupid after getting into trouble.
The cripple was more tormented when he was sick than when he was awake.
Wen Yantong sat on it for a while, her feet touched the wet spot several times, and she instinctively wanted to leave. So she got off the ground, without even her shoes on, and walked towards the bed with bare feet.
Chi Jingxi noticed her intention and grabbed her, "What are you going to do?"
"Let go of me!" Wen Yantong brushed him away, and said fiercely, "What do you want to do again!"
Chi Jingxi was angry and puzzled, "Why are you still angry?"
Wen Yantong covered her head, "My head hurts so much, don't talk to me."
Chi Jingxi said, "Go sit on the chair and eat later."
Wen Yantong said, "I don't, I want to sleep."
"Do you want to starve to death or die of illness?" Chi Jingxi held back his anger and said, "Sleep no more."
Wen Yantong clicked his tongue, "Why are you such a badass? Go away!"
Chi Jingxi closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "What are you talking about?"
"Eighthounds! Can't you hear me!" Wen Yantong repeated boldly.
Two minutes later.
Wen Yantong covered his head with one hand and picked the wool pad under his body with the other, sat on the chair and asked obediently, "When will the meal come?"
Moli replied in a low voice, "My lord, wait a little longer, it should be almost here."
Wen Yantong hit Chi Jingxi on the head and became extremely honest. She nodded, sniffed and waited.
Chi Jingxi stood by the side with a dark face, waiting for the soup and rice to be delivered together.
The meal came after a while, and Moli took it and handed it to Wen Yantong. The servants thought it was made for Chi Jingxi, and the things added in it were quite rich and full of delicacies. But Wen Yantong has no appetite.
She looked at Chi Jingxi, "I don't want to eat..."
Chi Jingxi was at the table, with the index finger and ring finger of his right hand curled up, tapping gently on the table, looking at Wen Yantong calmly, "What did you say?"
Wen Yantong remembered that these two fingers were the sharp weapon that left her with severe injuries just now, so she couldn't help swallowing with a "gudong", put the hot soup and rice on the table, and ate in small bites.
Wen Yantong was seriously ill, dizzy and had no appetite, so he ate very slowly and couldn't taste anything.
Chi Jingxi said, "Hurry up and eat!"
Wen Yantong made an excuse, "These chopsticks are not good for holding soup and rice."
Chi Jingxi's indulgence to the patient was beyond imagination, and she immediately ordered Mo Li, "Bring a spoon."
Moli took the order and quickly handed over a spoon. Wen Yantong had no excuses, so he had to eat half a bowl under Chi Jingxi's gaze.
Then the hot medicine was brought up, Wen Yantong drank the medicine again, and his body felt better.
Seeing that her complexion had improved, Chi Jingxi ordered people to clean up everything.
Wen Yantong thought that the torture was over, so he shouted, "I want to sleep, let me lie down, I can't hold it anymore—"
Chi Jingxi didn't respond, she turned her head and looked at the limp body that was half wet when Wen Yantong kicked over the basin, and slowly frowned, as if she was in trouble.
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