Respect the little husband [farming]

"Ajiao?"

Shen Wenxuan was puzzled, sat up from the bed, he was still a little confused, pushed back the broken hair on his forehead and looked at the person standing by the table through the bed curtain.

"Are you thirsty?" He asked, with a slight smile in his voice, got off the bed and grabbed Ajiao's hand and turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and for a moment he suspected that he was having a nightmare.

Jiao Shihan covered her nose with a veil, the nosebleed was still flowing, and there was an irregular redness in the white veil, which was shocking.

"Look up and breathe through your mouth." Shen Wenxuan said, his voice was a little floating, he took the handkerchief from his hand and pinched the sides of his nose and squeezed it into his nose: "Green sleeves! Go and call Dr. Zhao!"

Luxiu had already woken up when Shen Wenxuan made the noise, and hurriedly put on his coat, opened the door and ran out.

The next moment, Hanxuan Courtyard was brightly lit, and the servants packed themselves up and hurried over to serve them.

"I might be a little angry." Jiao Shihan said, her nose was pinched, her voice was a little humming, her eyes glanced at Shen Wenxuan's expression, she reached out to touch his hand, but she retracted the next second, Like a frightened hamster, it really wants to group itself together.

"It's okay." Shen Wenxuan said, hugged him and slowly sat on the chair, patted his back comfortingly.

Jiao Shihan leaned her head on his shoulder and felt something was wrong from the inside out, with an indescribable sense of resistance, wanting to run away from his arms immediately, away from him.

The stamina was still burning, and panic gradually spread from the bottom of his heart. Jiao Shihan's fingers twisted together unconsciously, drawing red marks on the back of his hand and between his fingers.

When Dr. Zhao came, A Jiao's nosebleed had stopped, and Shen Wenxuan wetted a new veil to wipe off the dried blood under A Jiao's nose.

"In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door suddenly and I was startled," Dr. Zhao said out of breath, running over in a hurry, even putting on his clothes while running. It's time to scare me first, if you tell me directly that you have a nosebleed, I will have to stick it out."

Jiao Shihan forced a laugh, her cheeks and lips were so pale that she couldn't see her face, she sat up straight and wanted to get out of Shen Wenxuan's arms, instinctively felt that it would be better to stay away from him, but Shen Wenxuan was very panicked now, hugging him Without letting go, the breath accidentally sprayed on the back of the neck, Jiao Shihan couldn't help shaking, and the hair all over his body exploded.

Dr. Zhao pinched A Jiao's pulse and focused on diagnosis and treatment. Jiao Shihan arched his back and curled his toes together, feeling as uncomfortable as he wanted.

"The pulse is a bit messy," Dr. Zhao frowned, "A Jiao, don't be nervous."

Jiao Shihan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he could see the blue blood vessels under the white skin of his neck, frowning tightly, took a few deep breaths to calm himself, he was out of breath.

Shen Wenxuan patted his back tremblingly: "Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."

Slowly guide his breath.

Jiao Shihan rested her head on his heart, and her ears could clearly hear the sound of his fast heartbeat, "Plop", "Plop", the voice was obviously calm, but it was beating faster than him here, I don't know anyone who is nervous Which one is it.

Jiao Shihan couldn't help laughing, and tightened the skirt of his clothes with his fingers. After a few breaths, the noise in his body subsided a little.

Wen Le Ning's mansion has been making noise for several hours since midnight, and it didn't calm down until early in the morning. The servants and maids were all cautiously lowering their heads when walking around inside and outside the house, not daring to make any noise at all.

Shen Wenxuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at A Jiao, who was already asleep. His fingers kept stroking the side of his face and neck, his movements were very light, but his face was not very good, like the calm before the eruption of a volcano. After being pricked by a needle, he can burn himself:

"How is his health?"

Dr. Zhao raised his head from the ancient book, hesitated for a while, frowned and said, "I don't know."

"However, I am looking up the medical classics left by the ancients. A few days ago, I visited some highly respected doctors in Yuzhou, and I also got some long-lost medical books from them. After I take a closer look, maybe I can Don’t worry if you find something, there is no rush for treatment.”

How can he not be in a hurry? !how can !

Shen Wenxuan stared at him with red eyes, gritted his teeth and held back his breath. The fire flowed from his heart to his limbs and bones, burning his heart so weakly that he had to seal it with a cold shell without leaving any gaps.

Dr. Zhao was ashamed, closed his eyes and closed the book, sighed, got up and went out, leaving him some time to be quiet.

Wang Muze's ear was pressed against the crack of the door, listening to the movement inside. Dr. Zhao suddenly opened the door and came out. He had no support and rushed forward two steps. Fortunately, Zhao Er, who was following behind, grabbed his belt and didn't fall. , but the movement still caught the attention of the people inside.

Dr. Zhao hit him on the head with a volume of ancient books in his hand, and stared at him. What's the fuss at this time?

Wang Muze smiled apologetically, and when Dr. Zhao left, he slapped Zhao Er with his backhand. Wouldn't it be okay if you stopped me earlier?

Blame me?

Zhao Er rubbed the place where he was beaten while disgusted.

"Come in." Shen Wenxuan said in a deep voice, Wang Muze and Zhao Er looked at each other, opened the bead curtain silently and stood still in front of Shen Wenxuan, Wang Muze still held the greeting card sent by the Lin family in his hand, and said softly: "My lord, this--"

Shen Wenxuan: "It's burned."

"I will leave everything to you for these few days. Even if the sky is about to fall, don't bother me. In addition, help me bring a case and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes," Wang Muze said, turned around and glanced at the door, and waved to let the maids lined up outside come in. They had breakfast food in their hands, "I still have to take a bite of this meal, and I will wait until the young master wakes up." Send someone to bring one over."

Shen Wenxuan had nothing to do, waved them out, and when the room was finally clean, he didn't touch those who ate. While looking at Ajiao who was breathing steadily in the bed, he picked up a pen and silently wrote on the paper Red Mansion, Journey to the West, Outlaws of the Marsh and Romance of the Three Kingdoms, from time to time he would take a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Sometimes while he was writing, he would stare at Jiao Shihan and become dazed at some point.

......

Jiao Shihan woke up much less time. The nosebleeds in the previous night seemed to be turned on a switch. These days, they also flowed from time to time. There was no warning, and the bedding was changed several times.

"Come here, it's time for you to drink your medicine." Shen Wenxuan said, reaching out his hand to Jiao Shihan who was sitting next to the bed. He was suddenly far away from him these days, and he didn't even allow him to hug him at night.

Holding the stories written by Shen Wenxuan in her arms, Jiao Shihan read them over and over again. They were very beautiful, and asked, "Why didn't you write them before? If these stories are read by the world, they will regard you as a national scholar who is rare in a hundred years. "

Shen Wenxuan: "These are not my own thoughts. They all have their own authors. I just recounted it. Naturally, I wrote it down at this time to fulfill your promise. I promised you to send Ping'er and Wen Geer away." Enter Hongzhang Academy to study."

People outside have already copied these manuscripts, and Wang Muze has also taken over the bookstore that Layman Weixiu often visits. People outside probably already know these four books.

It's just that he published it on a daily basis, and only published one chapter a day. A Dream of Red Mansions, Journey to the West, Water Margin, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms were published in turn.

"Ping'er and Wen Ge'er have to study at Hongzhang Academy until they are at least 16 years old. If you like them, you have to watch them enter school and finish their studies."

Jiao Shihan laughed, nodded, even breathing a little tired, cheered up and said: "That's the case, since you are retelling these four books, can you tell me their endings? I really want to know."

"No," Shen Wenxuan took the medicine from the case table and approached him, "I can write more every day, and you can read more. If I tell you the ending in advance, you won't have the expectations of these four books anymore. gone."

Shen Wenxuan picked up the wooden spoon and fed him the medicine one bite at a time. Ajiao has no taste in anything he eats now, and he doesn't care whether it is bitter or not, but as Shen Wenxuan approaches, the instinctive feeling of suffocation surges up again. .

Jiao Shihan finally couldn't help turning his head away when he was halfway through drinking the medicine. He wanted to leave here, but his whole body was full of resistance. understand what:

He resented being near him.

Like being stabbed from head to toe by icy water in the abyss, Shen Wenxuan was cold from the inside out.

"I think...it might be better if you stay alone for a while..." Jiao Shihan said, the disgust in his heart reached its peak, and he couldn't help biting his wrist.

Shen Wenxuan pinched his jaw to prevent him from hurting himself, and silently stared down at his side face, his heart was turbulent but he concealed his calmness. After a long while, he got up and left, the medicine bowl in his hand "clicked" Leaving it on the table, it was the first time he had left the room in days.

Jiao Shihan was not happy, she took a breath, got out of the bed with bare feet and chased for a step or two, but stopped again, only to hear the outer door open and close, tears welled up in her eyes, Ajiao fell With his head down, the teardrops "slap", "slap" fell down and landed on the feet.

Wang Muze was wandering around outside the door with a sad face, holding a letter of worship from Lay Weixiu in his hand, wondering if he could go in and disturb this matter, but Shen Wenxuan suddenly came out from inside, bumped into Wang Muze, and glanced at his hand. letter, took it away and left.

"...!!!!!"

Wang Muze looked at his back, then at the closed door, and couldn't help but shouted at Shen Wenxuan: "Mr., Mr.?"

Shen Wenxuan ignored him.

"Oh!" Wang Muze slapped his thigh fiercely, and hurriedly ran to call his father.

Dr. Zhao was staring at an old wooden box in a daze in his room. The surface of the wooden box had already been covered with a layer of soil. He thought he would never open it in his life. The result was unpredictable.

Slowly brushing off the dust with the palm of his hand, Dr. Zhao took out the rope loop around his neck from the inside of his collar. There was a key hanging on it. The medical book hidden at the bottom.

He sighed, with unprecedented melancholy on his face, took out the medical book inside with his hands in his hands, looked at it for a long time, and was about to open the first page, when the door was suddenly pushed open——

"Father, dad is not well," Wang Muze said out of breath while bending over, pointing to the back, "Young master left suddenly, you go to the young master's yard to have a look."

Dr. Zhao was so frightened that he was about to hide the medical books in his hand. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but he immediately asked, "What did you say? This, this... Why did the boy leave?"

Wang Muze shook his head, he was so out of breath that he couldn't even speak.

"Oh!" Dr. Zhao patted him in disgust, and rushed out of the room to the Hanyuan.

When it was time, Dr. Zhao saw Jiao Shihan sitting on the bed with bent legs and tears all over his face as soon as he entered the door. You? When he comes back, I will teach him a lesson for you."

Jiao Shihan shook his head, buried his face in his knees and cried muffledly, Dr. Zhao hurriedly gave him a handkerchief: "Wipe your nose, good Jiaojiao, don't cry, don't cry, if you cry too much, you will become a little cat ..."

It was rare to hear a burst of crying, Dr. Zhao glanced at the medical book in his hand and couldn't help being in a daze for a while——

There was also crying that night, but it was the first sound of a newborn being born.

In the dull palace, even if the room is full of candles, the oppression and pain in the air cannot be dispelled. An old man knelt on the side of the couch and picked up the child from the man's arms. The man was no longer breathing, but the child Still alive.

It's just that the old man touched his earlobe and sighed: "Why does it have to be... this kind of child?"

"Master?" Dr. Zhao, who was ten years younger, knelt beside him and glanced at the baby he was holding, but he was more concerned about the one on the couch: "Master——"

"It's on fire! Put out the fire! It's on fire!" shouted suddenly from outside, and the light of the fire could be faintly seen through the window paper.

"Master, how can this, this catch fire?"

The old man frowned, stood up and looked outside, handed the child to Dr. Zhao, and walked quickly to the desk to write a letter.

The child in his arms kept crying, Dr. Zhao looked outside anxiously: "Master!"

"Ming Cai, take this letter and this child and escape with the waiter outside, you must escape," the old man hid the letter in his swaddling clothes, and kept his eyes fixed on Dr. Zhao's, extremely firm , "Do you still remember that medical book with many annotations? I hid it in the dark compartment under my pillow, and you took it with you when you left Beijing. After 18 years, no, you must come back with that medical book after 16 years. , did you understand Mingcai?"

"Master, why are you telling me these things? Aren't you going with me?" Zhao Mingcai asked, his eyes full of fear.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

"master--"

Dr. Zhao woke up suddenly, his body covered in cold sweat while holding the medical book in his hand, Ajiao was still crying, but his voice was a little softer, he probably had no strength, Dr. Zhao looked at his earlobe, there was a small pregnancy mole there .

"Jiao Jiao, let me ask you a question, can you tell me the truth?" Dr. Zhao asked, his eyes turned red, "Have you recalled the previous memory?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-0116:23:42~2021-02-0300:57:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 5331;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 21 bottles of Xiyan; 3 bottles of Xiangyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!