When the cannon fodder male lead took the female lead script [Quick Transmigration]

His body was limp without any strength, and the clothes on his body were peeling off. Yan Qingmo gently picked up Si Shaochen and put him in the warm water.

He wiped Si Shaochen's body carefully. The handkerchiefs he used to wipe his body were all made of silk, but they abraded his skin. Lie on yourself.

Si Shaochen: "!!"

With soft fragrance in his bosom, how could Yan Qingmo not respond.But he held back abruptly, and did nothing but wipe his body.

The water temperature gradually dropped, Yan Qingmo picked up Si Shaochen and wiped his body dry. He didn't even bother to put on his clothes, so he stuffed him into the warm bed first, for fear that Si Shaochen would catch a cold and get sick.

Then he took a white undershirt made of high-quality silk and put it on for Si Shaochen, but he was wearing loose clothes.

After blowing out the candle lamp, Yan Qingmo fell asleep with Si Shaochen in his arms. He was sleepless all night. He waited for this day for a long time.

Ever since he knew that Si Shaochen was kept in the prince's mansion by the prince Tang Wujing, he, who had always been at odds with the prince, went to visit the prince for the first time.But he went there a few times, but he couldn't meet anyone who made him miss him.

He didn't know why the crown prince wanted to detain Si Shaochen privately, and after sending people out to investigate for a long time, he finally found out the reason.

"Why are you so stupid..."

"It's all my fault for not finding you sooner." Yan Qingmo whispered.

His parents died early, and his parents made great military exploits for the court. The emperor felt that he owed the Yan family, so he made him a prince.But he was not allowed to participate in government affairs, and he had no interest in Jiangshan.

The Yan family is too powerful, the emperor coveted him, but he was ashamed of him, so he lived in his own world, recharging his energy, holding a military amulet in his hand, and went back to the palace to find the emperor for a few sips of tea when he was free. Playing chess, life is very comfortable.

Si Shaochen was engraved in his mind at a glance when he was young.

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When Si Shaochen woke up, it was already afternoon and the sun was shining brightly. As soon as he opened his eyes, a maid rushed to inform Yan Qingmo.

Yan Qingmo ran into the room in a panic, with sweat on his face, Si Shaochen blinked, looking at the bewildered Yan Qingmo, he couldn't help but chuckled.

"I want to drink water..."

Yan Qingmo poured a cup of tea, tested the temperature, and then passed the rim of the cup to Si Shaochen's lips.

After drinking tea to moisturize his throat, Si Shaochen felt much better all over.

"Go and invite Mr. Yan over here." Yan Qingmo said softly.

As Si Shaochen thought, Yan Qingmo had a handsome appearance, a full forehead, and a pair of energetic black eyes with autumn water in them. He looked affectionate to everyone, but if you looked closely, you could see that his eyes contained no warmth, and he was ruthless towards everyone.

Except when looking at him.

Si Shaochen raised his hand and wiped the sweat off Yan Qingmo's face with his sleeve, just raising his hand was very difficult.Suppressing the discomfort, he wiped the sweat off Yan Qingmo's face.

Yan Qingmo didn't dare to move, he grabbed Si Shaochen's hand: "Just now I went to practice with the gun, if I knew you would wake up, I wouldn't go out."

Si Shaochen showed a weak smile: "How do you know what I want to ask?"

Yan Qingmo just smiled and said nothing, he helped Si Shaochen up and leaned against the bedside: "Old Yan said you should rest well, and when he comes over, he will give you a diagnosis."

Si Shaochen looked at his complexion. Except when he became a vampire, he had never tried such a pale complexion. It was abnormally white, as if he had never seen the paleness of the sun.

"The evening sun is very warm, I'll ask someone to prepare."

The servant girl heard Yan Qingmo's words, and hurriedly went out to prepare a thin quilt for the bench. The maid's name was Xiao Yu, and she had been by Yan Qingmo's side since she was a child. With just one look, she knew what Yan Qingmo needed.

It didn't take long for Mr. Yan to arrive. Si Shaochen saw a man who was nearly fifty years old, with white hair and beard.But when he walks, he looks hale and hearty, and he is stronger than this young man.

Elder Yan first took Si Shaochen's pulse, he frowned, took a pen and paper and wrote the next page.

"Just do it like this."

Elder Yan spoke with full of air, without the image of an old man at all.

Si Shaochen was curious about what it was. In ancient times, there were only Chinese medicines. He hated drinking Chinese medicines the most. They were bitter and unpalatable. Drinking them once would cost him half his life.

Yan Qingmo looked at the things on the paper, and frowned two beautiful sword eyebrows: "Are you... sure you wrote it right?"

"There is nothing wrong." Yan Lao stroked his beard proudly, "According to this method, he will be able to go to the ground within three days."

Si Shaochen frowned with two beautiful eyebrows: "I can also go to the ground now."

Elder Yan raised his eyebrows: "Then try it."

Si Shaochen looked at Yan Qingmo, Yan Qingmo hesitated, Mr. Yan never lied, but it was Si Shaochen in front of him.

"You try it."

Si Shaochen lifted the quilt and stepped on the ground. Before he could stand still, his legs softened. Yan Qingmo quickly helped him up and hugged him.

"I……"

"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes." Old Yan snorted a few times, "There is nothing else to do. I will give the prince a new prescription in three days."

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Xiao Yu, send Lao Yan back."

Si Shaochen was really curious about what the prescription was, so the maids and guards retreated, not forgetting to close the door.

"Aren't I in the Prince's Mansion? Why..." Si Shaochen asked softly, and his voice was also soft, which made Yan Qingmo feel pity.

"Are you clear about the prince?" Yan Qingmo asked.

Si Shaochen nodded: "Forget it, it's my fault, Shaochen thanked the prince for saving his life."

Yan Qingmo slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his warm face was like a spring breeze, like a clear stream, trickling, flowing through his heart, warm.

"Then... how about a body promise?"

Yan Qingmo bent one leg and squatted on the side of the bed, raised his head slightly because of his height, his eyes blushed with affectionate phoenix eyes, and even expensive clothes became decorations on his body.

Si Shaochen's breathing stagnates.

Should he agree, or tactfully refuse? Would Yan Qingmo think too much if he agreed so hastily.But if he refuses, will Yan Qingmo be unhappy?

Yan Qingmo looked at Si Shaochen's distressed appearance, smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, you think about it slowly, and tell me the answer when you're done thinking about it."

"En." Si Shaochen blushed a little, sweet words could not deceive him, but kind words always moved his heart.

Yan Qingmo gave Xiao Yu the prescription and asked her to go to the kitchen to prepare it. Xiao Yu was also literate, so she looked at the prescription strangely.But he didn't dare to say a word, and left in a hurry after saluting.

Most women in ancient times followed the fallacy that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, but Yan Qingmo didn't have such an idea. The maid wanted to read and write, so he invited a husband to take a class every few days, and there were many maids who went to the class. He is the smartest one, and he is good at cooking, so he is deeply loved by him.

Yan Qingmo pinched the degenerated muscles on Si Shaochen's body. His fingers were slender and fair, with well-defined joints. When he exerted force, blood vessels knotted on his arms, hooking Si Shaochen's heart.

"You...you take a break."

Yan Qingmo had also pinched for a long time, and at this moment he was rubbing his thigh muscles, whether it was intentional or not, Si Shaochen felt itchy and always wanted to avoid Yan Qingmo's hand.

"fine."

"I... I'm hungry."

Yan Qingmo paused: "The food will be ready later."

After a while, Xiao Yu brought the prepared meals. Si Shaochen saw that there was no meat, and they were all expensive-looking vegetarian dishes.

"The slaves are waiting outside, if the prince has orders, he will call Xiaoyu."

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Yes."

"This is... the prescription prescribed by Mr. Yan?"

"Chen... Mr. Si is smart." Yan Qingmo almost blurted out their nicknames, he looked deeply at Si Shaochen's face, wondering if Si Shaochen still remembered that ugly masked monster back then, Lai The elder brother who didn't want to leave in his house was Prince Yan Qingmo who was standing in front of him now.

"Don't be so polite, just call me by my name."

"Call you Chenchen, can I?"