Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Cen Feiyu tore open Feng He's eunuch uniform with force. The sound of the cloth being torn was terrifying, revealing the white and rosy inner skin.

Then he stepped forward and blocked Feng He's mouth, which was opening and closing in pain, and the overflowing sweet liquid.

"Is it only by restricting your freedom that you will not do things that make me uncomfortable?"

"Who is your man?"

“Wow, wow, you, you you!”

"Hey, who are 'you'?"

"It's... it's Cen... Cen Feiyu."

Feng He tried several times to say a sentence before he could finish it.

Cen Feiyu felt a little relieved after being comforted by Feng He's well-behaved words.

Feng He was about to be killed.

All night long without stopping.

Feng He fainted on the bed.

He slept until the next afternoon. When he woke up, he felt sore all over, but fortunately he felt clean and refreshed.

Feng He said hoarsely: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui, pour me a glass of water."

No answer.

Feng He was stunned. Maybe his voice was too soft and Xiao Cui didn't hear it.

But aren’t they usually in the outer hall?

Feng He called out louder, but there was still no response.

There was no other way, Feng He had to grit her teeth and get out of bed to get some water to drink.

"hiss!"

Feng He bared his teeth, and with tears in his eyes, he cursed incoherently, "You bastard! And why was the original owner so delicate and tender!"

It made him suffer.

Feng He slowly moved to the table, lifted the teapot with her thin, white fingers, and picked up the cup as if she had used up all her strength.

"Goooooooooo."

Phew, I finally got to drink some water. I feel so relieved!

Feng He poured water eagerly.

After drinking the water, he went to sleep again. He was too tired. If it weren't for the physiological need to drink water, he would have wanted to stay in bed forever.

Another second of falling asleep.

When Feng He woke up for the second time, there was someone sitting beside the bed.

Feng He lifted her heavy eyelids and carefully identified that it was Cen Feiyu.

Cen Feiyu also saw that he woke up.

"woke up."

"Hmm." The strong nasal tone seemed to indicate that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Cen Feiyu paused, as if he was gritting his teeth, and continued, "There are no servants here anymore. You have to pretend to be a eunuch to go see him. Why don't I fulfill your wish and let you be a servant? From now on, all the hygiene and sundries here, as well as my job of warming the bed, will belong to you. You don't want to be the queen, but there are plenty of people who want to be the queen."

After listening to this, Feng He was stunned for a long time.

No wonder no one responded when he called in the afternoon.

"Then the person I brought from the Marquis' Mansion..."

"They were all sent back."

Feng He stopped talking. He secretly buried his head in the quilt and cursed in his heart.

The system silently acts as a listener.

Feng He was tired of scolding and fell asleep again.

Cen Feiyu didn't bother him today. Feng He didn't know that after he fell asleep, Cen Feiyu also went to bed and held him in her arms.

The next morning, Feng He woke up and was told by the palace maid who seemed to be hesitant to speak: his task today was to make the bed, fold the quilt and tidy up the study.

Feng He felt dizzy, but she gritted her teeth and got up.

The maid came to bring him breakfast.

Feng He has always been a spoiled "young lady" in this world. She can't do anything well. Asking him to do things would only cause trouble for himself.

Although it was simple to fold the quilt, the quilt Feng He folded still looked like a pile of shit. He spent a lot of time to make it.

Feng He went to the study again, but Cen Feiyu was not there.

Feng He's things from the Marquis' Mansion were also moved here. He quietly began to organize his things.

Cen Feiyu's things were all very neatly arranged and didn't need to be sorted out at all.

Feng He found a lot of old things when she was tidying up her study.

The old things brought back endless memories for him.

Cen Feiyu once drew a portrait of him taking a nap, not to mention Wen Renli, who drew a lot of portraits for him.

There was also the calligraphy that Cen Feiyu had asked him to write before, the calligraphy he had practiced, and the strokes of the brush that he had been taught step by step.

There is also the words that Wenren Li wrote for him on New Year’s Eve last year.

Including precious little gifts related to reading and studying that many people gave him.

Feng He put all the calligraphy and paintings carefully in the drawer and placed some exquisite little things on the shelf.

Feng He actually spent most of the day dawdling in the study.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so he went back to the inner hall and sat on the couch to rest.

The breakfast that Cen Feiyu had someone bring to him in the morning was very exquisite, but not as good as what he usually ate, but much better than what ordinary servants had.

Feng He knew that Cen Feiyu was feeding him food by threading the thread. Because of the treatments he had received in the past two years, his stomach had improved a lot.

But maybe it was because of the aftereffects of falling into the water last time, he seemed to have become fragile again, getting sick very easily, and his stomach and intestines were also in a state of regression.

Feng He's face turned pale. Actually, he wasn't in great pain because there was a backdoor in the system. But his body's external performance would not improve just because his pain was reduced.

He poured himself some hot water and felt a little better.

Cen Feiyu didn't come back until the evening, and Feng He had already finished washing up.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Feng He did not go to sleep on the bed, but slept on the beauty couch beside her.

Cen Feiyu's face turned dark. He strode towards Feng He, picked him up and threw him onto the wide and soft bed.

Feng He was awakened by the shaking. He looked at Cen Feiyu with a little anger: "What are you doing!"

The original owner had a serious bad temper when waking up.

Cen Feiyu gnashed his teeth and said, "Have you forgotten that one of your jobs is to warm my bed!"

Feng He's eyes flickered as she remembered that this was the case.

He looked at the bed he had made in the morning with a guilty conscience, and said weakly, "I...I'll lie down in it now. Why don't you go play for a while and come back when the quilt is warm."

Cen Feiyu also saw the messy bed, and a vein on his forehead jumped.

After hearing Feng He's words, his veins started throbbing even more violently, as if they were about to keep throbbing.

Cen Feiyu said with a dark face: "Oh, is it so easy to warm the bed?"

After he said that, he rushed forward and blocked him without waiting for Feng He to react.

Feng He is not as strong as Cen Feiyu, so she cannot refuse.

It became a tumbling silver fish overnight.

The daylight finally stopped.

Cen Feiyu was working on a case in the study, while Fenghe was sleeping in the inner hall.

Cen Feiyu had excellent hearing. When he heard Feng He's breathing, he felt more at ease while handling the case, and his efficiency improved a lot.

He pulled out a drawer to take the imperial seal, but found that something extra had been put into one of the drawers without him noticing.

He took it out and took a look.

It's unfamiliar handwriting.

Inscription: May this life and this night last forever.

Signed: December 30th, Gengwu year.

Cen Feiyu thought for a moment and realized that it was the last day of last year.

The inscription was written by Wenren Li. Last year, it was Fenghe who stayed up all night with Wenren Li.

A piece of white rice paper was about to be crushed by the hands with bulging veins.

Cen Feiyu's eyes were dry and red, almost filled with suppressed emotions.

He used to be the one every year...

Cen Feiyu flipped through the stack of papers like a lifeless statue.

These are paintings, all of which depict lotus flowers in the wind. Some of them are even inscribed with poems, which shows the painter's intentions.

The handwriting comes from the same person, and these are all paintings by Wenren Li.

Cen Feiyu watched expressionlessly, and saw how Feng He appeared in the eyes of others, whether he was present or not.

There was a long stagnation in the atmosphere until he turned to the last page.

Cen Feiyu picked up the old portrait, his face expressionless but full of emotion.

He also wrote lyrics for his paintings, expressing the budding of his heart that he had already vaguely sensed during his unworthy days.

But I didn’t have the courage to write it down at that time.

So I never had the chance to write it down.

I missed the chance to be known by the protagonist...but even if he knew, it wouldn't matter.