[Quick Transmigration] Xiao Shou is always dying

Zhuang Fei and Zhuang Qinghong celebrated the New Year together.

This new year is a brand new experience for both of them - Zhuang Fei served Zhuang Qinghong for nearly a year when he was in the prime minister's mansion, but he did not celebrate the new year; Zhuang Fei used to live on a tight schedule, how could he Like now, only Zhuang Qinghong needs to be served, and there is nothing missing.

Zhuang Fei also clearly felt the change in Zhuang Qinghong's attitude towards him. Although he didn't completely trust him, he was still using him.

The most intuitive thing is that Zhuang Qinghong never talked about him to Zhuang Fei, whether it was before the collapse of the banker, or his collection of evidence now, or his hopes for the future...not once.But Zhuang Qinghong did not shy away from serving her personally.

Zhuang Fei was very satisfied with his life being so ordinary. He felt that after going on like this for a year, Zhuang Qinghong would definitely pay more attention to him. At that time, if he died for him, he should be able to leave some marks in his heart... …

Zhuang Fei made up the bed for Zhuang Qinghong, opened the curtain and went out, the smile on his face turned into panic before he had time to restrain himself, "God! Young Master! How do you—"

Enduring the severe pain, Zhuang Qinghong entered the room, covered Zhuang Fei's mouth, put all the weight of his body on Zhuang Fei, and whispered into Zhuang Fei's ear, "Zhuang Fei, don't bark first. Listen to me , don't say anything...don't ask anything...I'm fine, help me to bed and rest."

Zhuang Fei nodded hurriedly, carefully helped Zhuang Qinghong to the inner room, placed him on the bed, took out new clothes, and put them on for Zhuang Qinghong, seeing Zhuang Qinghong's body under the tattered clothes suddenly Feeling pain in his heart, he let out an exclamation, but it didn't wake Zhuang Qinghong from his deep thoughts. Zhuang Fei was very frightened and angry, but because of Zhuang Qinghong's order [Don't talk, don't ask], he was holding back his words, his hands almost Trembling, he changed into the underwear for Zhuang Qinghong, "My lord, you should go to sleep first, Zhuang Fei will wash your wounds..."

What he said was no different from the usual appropriate and meticulous, as long as the trembling and deep worry in the words were ignored.

Zhuang Qinghong grabbed Zhuang Fei's hand, the temperature in his hand was much higher than usual, and looked deeply at Zhuang Fei with his eyes, those eyes were too dark, as if he was imprisoning some ferocious beast, the fierce eyes made Zhuang Fei Fei was taken aback, Zhuang Qinghong pretended not to notice, and only whispered, "Zhuang Fei, except you, everyone must hide it!"

Zhuang Fei nodded hastily, and before he could withdraw his pinched hand in pain, he saw that Zhuang Qinghong's obsidian-like eyes had been closed, and he had already passed out.

Quickly helped Zhuang Qinghong's unsupported body, let him lie on his stomach on the bed, carefully covered Zhuang Qinghong with the quilt, looked at the blood-stained clothes thrown on the ground, crumpled them up and stuffed them into his tuba Inside the padded jacket, I quietly took it back to my room and burned it.

After boiling hot water again, Zhuang Fei returned to Zhuang Qinghong's place to treat his wound.

The blood smeared between Zhuang Qinghong's waist, buttocks (thighs), and was connected with the underpants. With a slight movement, Zhuang Qinghong, who had passed out, hummed softly in pain. Zhuang Fei was sweating profusely to deal with Zhuang For Qinghong's injury, Zhuang Qinghong was also sweating from the pain.

The hot water had already been stained red with blood, and when the water cooled down, Zhuang Fei poured it into the vase for growing flowers, thinking that he could wash the vase to get rid of the blood... Since Zhuang Qinghong ordered that no one should know, Zhuang Fei had to make sure there was no flaw.

After finishing, he got some hot water and wiped Zhuang Qinghong's body a little. He looked at Zhuang Qinghong's forehead, and he had already started to have a fever. Zhuang Fei frowned, went back to his room, and found the leftover medicine from the last wind and cold. I can't ask a doctor, I can only use these medicines... I don't know if it will work.

Zhuang Fei hurried back and forth, and finally filled Zhuang Qinghong's medicine, then went to Zhuang Qinghong's study with a face of nothing, took out the Book of Songs from inside, then went to Zhuang Qinghong's room, sat outside and whispered read it.

While reading the Book of Songs, Zhuang Fei thought, Zhuang Qinghong went out last night, the same as before, probably for the sake of evidence, so Zhuang Fei also pretended to be asleep, and Zhuang Qinghong returned to Changfeng Building the next day Sometimes, he can always handle it seamlessly, so Zhuang Fei is not particularly worried... But Zhuang Qinghong came back with injuries all over his body, what happened to him?

Judging by the appearance of the injury, both buttocks were red, swollen and bleeding, and the waist and legs were also affected. The skin was completely injured, and the inside was probably not good.Although it is not a bruise, it also hurts the muscles.It seems to be... sticking.If something happened, how could he escape safely with a seriously injured person?What did he do at night, who did he meet, and did that person know his identity?besides……

Zhuang Fei's heart sank. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out the key point. He knew so little that he couldn't guess anything, and he couldn't do anything to ensure the safety of himself and Zhuang Qinghong... Now Apart from following Zhuang Qinghong's words, he has no better plan.

I only hope that these ineffective medicines will have a miraculous effect, so that Zhuang Qinghong's fever will be reduced and he will wake up as soon as possible.

At noon, snacks and meals were brought, and seeing Zhuang Fei studying, he said something envious and flattering, Zhuang Fei also used diplomatic words, went to the inner room to ask Zhuang Qinghong himself, and said that the young master had lost his appetite, After ordering the dishes for the afternoon, he sent the servant away.

The dishes in the afternoon were ordered by Zhuang Fei on purpose, so that it is convenient for him to operate, and he can easily pretend that he has already eaten, and he can also leave some things to wait for Zhuang Qinghong to wake up, or if he is not awake, it is also convenient to handle, Zhuang Fei Just eat it yourself.

At noon the next day, before everyone became suspicious, Zhuang Qinghong woke up. His body was very weak, and his mental state was also very abnormal. He would often look at Zhuang Fei with a strange look, or wander off, Zhuang Fei When I discovered this, I was secretly a little shocked, and I couldn't guess what happened that day.

Finally, after the 15th Lantern Festival, Zhuang Qinghong was on the third day of recuperating from his injuries. He said this to Zhuang Fei who changed his dressing, "Zhuang Fei, let's go."

Zhuang Fei's hand holding the bandage froze, and intuitively looked at Zhuang Qinghong, wanting to discern the authenticity of his words, but Zhuang Qinghong didn't look at Zhuang Fei, and said softly, "Leave Changfeng Building, leave Wangyou Office , isn't this what you've always hoped for?"

Gathering his mind, Zhuang Fei continued to bandage Zhuang Qinghong, "Zhuang Fei will not leave Young Master."

"Why?" Zhuang Qinghong closed his eyelids, he was very mentally ill, although Zhuang Fei took good care of him, but because the medicine he got was not good enough, Zhuang Qinghong's recovery was very limited, so that his voice sounded Weary.

These not-so-good wound medicines were all brought by Zhuang Fei's familiar flower seller. The boy was very simple. Zhuang Fei only showed him his bruised arm, and he believed it. Zhuang Fei brought the medicine.

But Zhuang Fei didn't answer any more, tied the bandage and covered Zhuang Qinghong with a quilt, then raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Qinghong, and asked, "Young master is the one, why did you chase Zhuang Fei?"

Zhuang Qinghong laughed, with a cold voice, "It's very simple, you must have guessed in your heart, I have lost my support now, life in Changfeng Building will not be easy..." Thinking of Qi Jing's last expression, Zhuang Qinghong With a sigh, "Maybe it will be very sad, I can't keep you anymore, it's meaningless for you to stay with me."

Zhuang Fei was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Master, take a good rest, Zhuang Fei will step down first." After a pause, Zhuang Fei then continued, "If Zhuang Fei becomes a burden, Zhuang Fei will take the initiative to leave Young Master, otherwise... …" It's not too bad, at least Zhuang Qinghong has already thought of a countermeasure, and he hasn't lost confidence, so that's good.