caesar revolution

After seeing the scene he wanted to see, Kerwin finally felt much better after being affected by it.

The delicious roast chicken and creamy soup for dinner, and the freshly prepared dessert.Because he was in a really good mood, Qi Weileng's appetite increased greatly, and he actually ate a whole chicken, which surprised Anthea who was standing by and serving. You must know that Qi Weileng's appetite is a little bit like eating half a chicken on weekdays. difficulty.

Little Caesar also had a great time eating, his small mouth was full of greasy food, and his cheeks were still bulging, like a little hamster storing food.

Qi Wei looked at him coldly, showing paternity, and couldn't help but reached out and pinched Little Caesar's cheek.Compared with a few months ago, Little Caesar's face was finally rounded. Although there was still no flesh, it was no longer that yellow and emaciated, so it felt much better to the touch.Qi Wei coldly squeezed a few times and felt that he couldn't stop, but in order to maintain his image, he reluctantly withdrew his hand and scooped a spoonful of soup into Little Caesar's small bowl.

Compared with the previous chefs, Anthea's cooking skills are already very good, at least there is no food that Qi Weileng doesn't even look at, let alone eat.

When the dessert after the meal was served, Qi Weileng couldn't eat it anymore. He sat on the chair, like a satiated cat, and his whole body exuded a sense of satisfaction.

Little Caesar didn't eat as much as Qi Weileng, so he picked up a baked golden biscuit on the table and chewed it in small bites.

Qi Wei looked at it coldly and wanted to laugh, then turned to Anthea and said, "Today's dinner is great."

"Really?" Anthea was overwhelmed by flattery. Usually, Qi Weileng seldom praised her so directly: "As long as you like it, it's my honor."

"En." Qi Wei nodded coldly.

After dinner in a happy mood, Qi Weileng and Little Caesar went to solve a personal hygiene problem, and it was time for the thing that Little Caesar looked forward to most every day... a bedtime story.

Qi Weileng also looked forward to this activity deep in his heart when he was a child, but because of various wishes, he has never realized this wish, so telling stories to Little Caesar now can be regarded as satisfying one of his own wishes. wished.And Little Caesar's looking forward to it every day made Qi Weileng love this activity even more.

"Where did you talk about yesterday?" Qi Wei Leng was wearing white pajamas, sitting on a thick blanketed bench next to Caesar's crib, holding a very popular fairy tale in his hand, holding He glanced at Little Caesar.

"It is said that the witch cast a spell to turn the princess into a white swan." Caesar remembered clearly that he was wrapped in a thick quilt, with only a small face exposed, looking extremely cute.

"Oh, is it here?" Qi Wei Leng turned the page back, found the next content, opened his mouth slightly and read: "The princess was distraught when she found out that she had turned into a white swan, and began to spend the whole day. Wandering in the sky all day..."

The young man's voice was still very clear, and his soft tone brought a gentleness that made people want to fall asleep. Caesar listened carefully, his long eyelashes trembling slowly, and his eyelids were finally slowly covered.

Very happy, really happy, with delicious food, warm clothes, a house that can protect you from the wind and rain, and someone who can read you bedtime stories. After many years, Caesar will never forget Qi Weileng’s love for him. When reading the bedside story, the slow and soft voice, like a feather, drifted silently along Caesar's ears into his soul, and stayed in it forever.

At that time, Qi Weileng already had the unique voice of an adult man, and no one would read those beautiful fairy tales to him like today.

Seeing that Caesar had closed his eyes and his breathing became even, Qi Weileng gently closed the book and put it on the table beside the bed.

The sleeping child was not as serious as usual, Qi Weileng looked down for a while, then bent down and kissed Caesar gently on the forehead.

"Good night." After whispering, Qi Weileng blew out the candle, walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Caesar, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes the moment Qi Weileng closed them. His golden pupils were full of complicated emotions. After a while, he stretched out his hand on the position of his forehead. He touched it, and tears overflowed from his eye sockets without warning.

Qi Wei Leng returned to her room and yawned lazily.He slowly crawled into the bed, wrapped himself in the thick quilt contentedly, then closed his eyes, and just fell asleep like this.

I thought that I would have a good night's sleep, but I didn't expect Qi Weileng to wake up in the middle of the night. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that his headache was terrible, and his chest was also very stuffy. His forehead was terribly hot.

"Have a fever?" Qi Wei Leng startled himself when he uttered a sound. His voice was fine yesterday, but after a while, his voice became hoarse, almost like sawing wood.

Qi Wei let out a cold breath, got out of bed slowly, walked unsteadily to the table, picked up a glass of water and poured it down.Then he walked back unsteadily and crawled back onto the bed.

Looking at the weather outside the house, it is estimated that it is one or two o'clock in the morning, and it is so cold outside, Qi Weileng is really too lazy to call for someone, and the doctors in the qualification era are indeed not very reliable.

With this in mind, Qi Weileng fell asleep again in a daze.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you, Your Highness?" Anthea's voice was full of anxiety.

"Your Highness Noelson...?" When other people were present, Caesar always called Noelson that way in order to avoid suspicion, and his voice seemed to be full of worry.

"What's wrong?" Qi Wei felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, he opened them with difficulty, and saw Anthea and Caesar standing beside his bed: "What are you doing?"

"Your Highness, you are sick." As a girl, Anthea is really easy to cry, her eyes are already red now, she choked up and said, "Your Highness, I will find a doctor for you right away, you must hold on..."

"Don't look for a doctor." Qi Weileng immediately refused - not because he didn't want to look for it, but because he really didn't trust doctors in this era.The medical community in Europe during this period insisted that blood was the cause of disease, and only by taking part of the patient's blood could the disease be cured.If it doesn't get better - it's not pumping enough blood!

Ah, what a horrible theory.Qi Weileng felt extremely helpless after hearing the news. Although he is not a student of the medical department, he also clearly knows that this method of treatment...is completely unworkable.And he clearly remembered that there was a king in history who died of this kind of treatment. After the king was seriously ill, a lot of blood was drawn. It is really strange that he did not die.

Qi Weihan didn't want to die from excessive blood loss.

"How can I not find a doctor." Anthea didn't understand what Qi Weileng was thinking, and naturally she couldn't understand his worry. Her tears were about to overflow her eyes: "You are so sick..."

"Go and boil some water for me and get some warm wet towels." Qi Wei Leng hates women crying the most, and seeing Anthea like this makes her head hurt even more: "Don't cry, the more you cry, the more my head hurts." pain."

"Yes, Your Highness." Anthea hurriedly wiped away her tears, turned around and prepared what Qi Weileng ordered, leaving Caesar alone by the bed and watching Qi Weileng.

"Stay away from me." Qi Weileng saw that Caesar was still looking up, so he reached out and patted him: "Don't infect you."

Caesar didn't speak, but still kept his posture and stared at Qi Weileng. Qi Weileng almost wanted to laugh at that stubborn little appearance.

"What's interesting." Qi Wei coughed coldly.

"Are you going to die?" Little Caesar's words were astonishing, making Qi Wei Leng completely unresponsive for a while.

"What did you say?" Qi Wei asked in a daze.

"That's how mother died." Little Caesar climbed onto Qi Weileng's bed and pushed his head closer: "Will you be like her?"

"..." After understanding what Little Caesar meant, Qi Weileng's originally dumbfounded mood became inexplicably heavy. He sighed and comforted: "No, I will get better soon."

"You won't lie to me, will you?" Little Caesar looked serious.

"Of course not." Qi Wei said coldly: "But if you get that close... I can't be sure."

"Okay." Caesar frowned and thought about it seriously, and felt that Qi Weileng didn't seem to be lying, so he slowly walked to the chair a little far away from Qi Weileng and sat up.