sick and weak son in the empire

drop.

The sound of the timed alarm clock woke up Pulitzer, who was immersed in the comfortable music, and stopped Wei Chu from continuing to play, "Il, stop playing. It's time."

Wei Chu was helpless: "I can play it again." As long as it can cure the general's illness, it is worthwhile for him to play it a few more times.Pulitzer was stubborn as hell in this matter, insisting that he was only allowed to play for five hours, with an hour to play and an hour to rest.I am grateful for his love and want to play more for him, but Pulitzer refuses anyway.

Pulitzer remained silent. He had argued with Yil countless times about this matter, and he was firm in his position.It is already a sin for him not to give Yi Er a happy married life, let alone make Yi Er work hard because of treating him.

Wei Chu had nothing to do with him, the two of them were fighting wits and courage in this matter, at first he pretended not to know the time and deliberately extended the time, then Pulitzer adjusted the alarm clock; he removed the energy from the alarm clock, and Pulitzer directly Time was set at the terminal; after many other methods were tossed, Pulitzer was driven into a hurry, so he simply refused to cooperate with the treatment and blocked his voice when he was playing the piano.In the end, the two bargained to get where they are today.

Pritzer pulled his fingers, massaged Il distressedly, frowned tightly, as if dealing with state affairs, and reported solemnly: "There is another scratch." The slender pale fingers were scratched After a few touches, he felt more distressed than breaking the most precious gem. These hands should have been pampered, smooth and tender.

Wei Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's nothing, the empire has so many curative medicinal wines, as well as armor finger film and string lubrication, so it didn't hurt much." He was fully armed with all kinds of things, big and small, and the nickname was to protect his fingers, which made him feel the delicacy of the imperial people again.But the effect is also obvious. In the old Jin Dynasty, it only took one or two hours for the fingers to become numb, but the Empire could play for four to five hours before feeling uncomfortable.

Pulitzer stared at him disapprovingly, "Otherwise I will allow you to play for five hours?" He checked all the information and determined that five hours a day is the limit, and if it is too much, it will cause great damage to the knuckles.It's all backed by science!

Wei Chu shut up, the discussion about this time is endless.Seeing Pulitzer massage him carefully and cautiously, I felt warm in my heart, this man.

Maybe Pulitzer got used to it too much, so Wei Chu finally added: "I'm not a girl, so what's the big deal if your fingers are pretty or not?"

He thought so, but Pulitzer thought it was a reason for him to prolong the time, his face flashed with emotion, and he asked tentatively, "Why do you keep thinking about treating me?"

Wei Chu took an idiot's look at him, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This oil pipe is a big deal, and I can save you more with a little effort. Why not?"

The light in Pulitzer's eyes dimmed, "Is that so?" Diverted the subject. "You didn't seem to play a verse very well just now..."

"Which section?"

Wei Chu asked enthusiastically, it was very rare for him to discuss music theory with him, but he had no confidant. Although Pulitzer knew nothing about music, his mental power was extremely sensitive and he was very sensitive to his playing state. It became the reason why he knew the music he played best, and he was very happy after discovering this, but Fan Boya did not expect to meet Zhong Ziqi. In this empire where silk and bamboo is never heard all year round, it would be a great blessing to meet a bosom friend!This is also the reason for his high flexibility.The two talked for a while on the subject.

After a while, feeling the soreness in his fingers disappear, Wei Chu withdrew his hand, "Then I can practice handwriting?"

Pulitzer didn't want to agree. After playing the piano for so long, how could his fingers recover so easily?Looking at Yi Er's slightly dissatisfied and expectant eyes, he nodded his head, "Okay, don't write for too long."

Before he finished speaking, Yi Er went to the study happily, forget it, as long as Yi Er likes it.Thinking about it, I just followed it. It might be because of pheromones. Following Il can not only make him emotionally stable, but also make him feel happy (not).

Spreading out the snow-white rice paper, Wei Chu felt that the tiredness of the day was gone.In the past, he loved to read and write, but he couldn't sit for a long time due to lack of physical strength. Now that he is in good health, he can write to his heart's content, which is a great thing for him.

Pulitzer has consciously rubbed the ink for him, and Wei Chuduo took a look at him. There used to be a good story of "red sleeves add fragrance", and now there is someone who grinds ink, that is, cough...he is a five-year-old man.

Shaking his head, he didn't say anything. The Pulitzer-class needs to be calm, and asking him to do these meticulous things is also a test of his patience.

Yi Er was sitting upright, holding a brush in his hand and holding up or pausing on the paper, writing out meaningful and elegant brush characters.Although he couldn't understand what was written, Pritzker's movement of grinding ink slowed down because of Il's earnest writing.After that day, he bought him all the things of the ancient earth as quickly as possible, in order to please Il and also to test whether it was beneficial to his condition. The result was gratifying, although the effect was not as good as playing the piano, But it also works.As soon as Yier encountered these things, his temperament was peaceful and distant, and the quiet and peaceful pheromone made him obsessed.

Yi Er concentrates on writing, completely immersed in the world of calligraphy, his soul is after all a big man who loves poetry, calligraphy and painting, and he has an incomparable sense of intimacy with these.

Pulitzer watched, but felt uneasy.Before marriage, he sneered at Yi'er's background, only thinking that Yi'er used tricks to gain ground, but now, he only felt that he had wronged Yi'er.Is this versatile Il worthy of him?The former admiral might be able to think about it, what qualifications does he have to be Il's husband now that he is disabled?

The soft tip of the pen touches the rough rice paper, and it smudges into a small dot. Lift it up, pull the strokes to draw a beautifully shaped horizontal line, while lifting it up gently, control the strength and turn in a direction, gradually move slowly, and press slowly Go down, raise the tip of the pen when it is about to end, pause hard, and finish.

Wei Chu looked at the words he wrote and was barely satisfied. He was ashamed to recognize the things he wrote by hand a few days ago, but Pulitzer was full of praise for these incomprehensible Dajin characters, saying that these black and white lines The combination cut is beautiful and artistic.Sigh, this man didn't understand at all, maybe... In his eyes, everything he does looks good, right?

Pulitzer looked at the time, and then looked at Yi Er who was pondering over the same few words over and over again. Although he enjoyed such a warm time, he really didn't understand why Yi Er was able to put the same few "Dajin" "Writing" over and over again, and then read over and over again?Trying to understand Yi Er's world, maybe this is the reason why he practiced the same action repeatedly in the mecha?

Wei Chu put down his pen and asked, "Why didn't you call me?" With Pulitzer's concern for him, he was not allowed to write for too long.

Pulitzer said truthfully: "You're too engrossed in writing, so I'll let you write again." Helplessly and sweetly, Alpha's love for omega still needs to be pampered.

The movements of Wei Chu's hands paused, and then returned to nature.Put away the things, with warmth in the eyes: "have you been waiting for a long time? Let's go to eat. "

Before going to bed at night, Wei Chu went to his room, prepared to take a shower and then went to bed, felt a burning gaze on his back, turned around and saw Pulitzer downstairs who seemed to be reading a book, I don't know if it was his illusion or what, When he turned around, there seemed to be some movement in Pulitzer's hand. Wei Chu was puzzled, but when he took a closer look, he found that the one in Pulitzer's hand was turned upside down.

Wei Chu laughed, presumably Pulitzer picked up a book in panic when he turned his head.And Pulitzer, who was staring at the book and actually paying attention to Il, also realized the stupid thing he was doing at this time, put down the book, his face flashed embarrassment, and explained in embarrassment: "Ah, that's it, I just want to read more you."

The sourness replaced the joy of grabbing the Pulitzer. Wei Chu stared at the people downstairs, staring at the embarrassed Pulitzer uneasy, and opened his mouth to apologize.

"Or, let's sleep together tonight."

Hearing this sentence suddenly, Pulitzer suspected that he was hallucinating.Confirm again and again: "What did you say?"

Wei Chu turned his head: "Since my pheromone can stabilize your condition, the night is also a long time, or you can sleep together."

Pulitzer only felt that the brain seemed out of control. If it wasn't for the stable energy and no damaged things around him, he would have suspected that it might be another attack.The corners of the mouth parted from the face that had been stiff for a long time, forming an upward arc. This kind of strong feeling called joy can only be expressed by a smile!

Seeing this strange smile, Wei Chu didn't know how to feel, is this enough to be happy?General, do you ever remember that I am your wife, sharing the same bed is normal.The general spoiled him too much.Last time the two of them were unhappy because of their intercourse, he moved out of the master room the next day in a fit of anger, and chose one of the many rooms to sleep by himself.The general often fell ill after returning from the state banquet, and he didn't think about it, so the two kept sharing rooms.The way General Cai watched him go upstairs still moved him just now.He didn't understand why the general was so reluctant to see each other tomorrow, but he couldn't see each other overnight?It can only be blamed on the general's reliance on his pheromones and the patient's loneliness, or... it's reasonable, no matter which point, as a wife, he shouldn't shut out his husband and live in two places.There should also be a limit to setting Qi, the general loves him so much, he can't treat a seriously ill person so harshly.

As for the consequences of sleeping in the same room with a man who has sex with him, he also understands the consequences.Forget it, just wait and see, the left and right generals will not force him again.