MTL - Court Marriage-Chapter 18 little awkward

"Mrs. Hui Shao, you should not eat meat and fish for wind-cold disease. The doctor also instructed you to eat less. This cocklebur egg is to ward off cold and relieve pain..."

Han Shu was taken aback by the dissatisfaction on Gong Zhuoliang's face, and hurriedly explained it carefully, the young master often suffers from wind-heat and wind-cold illnesses every year.

"...That's right."

Gong Zhuoliang was dumbfounded by the medical theory of Hanshu. He felt that this matter was much different from his understanding. He rarely got sick before, and he didn't pay attention to this aspect. He just thought that when he was sick, he should eat more. Sleep well, it turns out that a lot of them think...

Knowing the reason, Gong Zhuoliang looked at Han Shu with a hint of apology, and remembered that after his body caught a cold when he was a child, he had to be hungry for two days before he could eat. It turned out that this was the so-called starvation therapy.

Looking at the dinner prepared for Qiao Yingze, although it was small, it was all good for his condition. It could be seen that Han Shu and the others really cared about it.

"It's the first time this servant has seen the young lady lose her temper. It can be seen that she really loves the young master."

Han Shu is a cheerful and generous girl. Seeing how much Gong Zhuoliang cares for Qiao Yingze, she is also very happy in her heart. In addition, Qiao Yingze and Gong Zhuoliang treat her kindly, so she boldly joins the two of them, and after setting the meal He covered his mouth and smirked and left.

"This girl..."

Gong Zhuoliang looked at Han Shu's leaving figure speechlessly, then looked back at Qiao Yingze, who was sitting on the couch, and was called by the shy smile with a faint joy on his face.

"I've always been like this since I was a child. When the weather changed, I got sick last time, but Han Shu has developed a good herbal diet."

Shaking his head a little self-deprecatingly, Qiao Yingze sat up and drank the soup in one breath, frowning slightly and trying to endure the bitter taste in his mouth, when a small white hand brought a candy cube to his lips, Qiao Yingze Subconsciously, he opened his mouth slightly, and his mouth was immediately filled with a cool sweetness... It was Gong Zhuoliang's mint candy that was prepared to amuse his third brother Qiao Yingzi.

"This... no need."

Moving his lips slightly with the sugar cube in his mouth, Qiao Yingze muttered vaguely.

He has long been accustomed to drinking bitter medicine... Having tasted the sweetness of sugar, the bitterness of medicine has become even more unbearable.

"what?"

I didn't hear what Qiao Yingze said, Gong Zhuoliang went around the table and sat beside him. To be honest, the lazy look that this man unconsciously brought out during his illness was more seductive than his usual serious and humble appearance. More painful.

"I said, my grandmother exempted you from the rules for a few days because of my illness. You can finally take a good rest and sleep in."

Reaching out and scratching Gong Zhuoliang's little nose lightly, Qiao Yingze covered his depression with a smile. He didn't want to feel sorry for himself, but his cold body and aching mind made it difficult for him to be happy.

"I don't want to accept your feelings. If you can be fine, I'd rather not sleep in."

Gong Zhuoliang didn't feel good when he heard this. He took off Qiao Yingze's luck and hummed his position. Seeing that his smile could not hide his weakness, he stopped dragging him to speak, and ordered the maid to come in and clean up the tableware and prepare for the heat. water bath.

The maids tidied up the house and laid two quilts on the bed. Gong Zhuoliang helped Qiao Yingze, who had soaked in the hot bath, to go back to the bed to rest. Sweat, and then changed into another quilt. Gong Zhuoliang took the dry underwear and had to change it for Qiao Yingze himself. After touching Qiao Yingze to the point of burning him, he happily removed the quilt for covering the sweat and put out the candle. The lights go outside by themselves.

Leaning on the couch around the quilt, Gong Zhuoliang flipped through the idle books on the couch, and gradually became bored. He has lived in Qiaofu for more than a month, and every day he eats and drinks so much that he finally has some flesh on his body. Gong Zhuoliang is very happy with his size, but with the full satisfaction of material needs, Gong Zhuoliang has time to pursue spiritual needs. The lack of spiritual appetite in this era.

This is a rich and prosperous era of singing and dancing. Although scholars are equally valuable, there are also many people who can read big characters. Therefore, there are still many types of books in this era, especially those popular legends, which are equivalent to modern novels , Although the people who wrote these books are not nobler than the serious literati, their status is only slightly worse, and some famous ones are also called 'everyone'.

Gong Zhuoliang admits that there are some classic books, but most of them, in Gong Zhuoliang's opinion, have monotonous plots, and the content is a complete mess. Who asked him to read ancient and modern Chinese and foreign miscellaneous books? There's a bookworm, so after watching it for a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, Gong Zhuoliang began to think about going back to his old business.

Although he used to write about magic, he still loves martial arts cultivation. He admits that he can't write it, and it is difficult for him to become popular in this age of fear of ghosts and gods, but martial arts is absolutely no problem. After all, in the modern world In his mind, the world of Jianghu is already very well-structured, he only needs to substitute his own protagonist, and putting this Jianghu in ancient times is definitely a brand new world...

Thinking that the books with his real name could be scattered out, Gong Zhuoliang's heart was suddenly enlightened, and the irritability and suppressed emotions trapped in the pile of women were instantly swept away.

"I can't dress up as a prince and general, and I don't know poetry, poetry and painting, so I can only eat by my old skills, and strive to be a big man by myself."

He was muttering self-deprecating words, but the smile on Gong Zhuoliang's face was full of confidence. Maybe he would have to live with Gong Zhuoyan's name and identity for a long time, but he would not be detained by this identity, really. Become a housewife who can only 'gong fight', he wants the name Gong Zhuoliang to be recognized and sought after by many people!

Gong Zhuoliang, who was in a good mood, suddenly became bloody. He wished that someone could share his plan soon. The first person he thought of was naturally Qiao Yingze, so regardless of whether that person was sound asleep, he put on his nightgown and ran. Entering the back room, fortunately, he still remembered that Qiao Yingze was ill, so he took two steps and then lightened his movements. He crept up to the bed with the candlelight in his hands, and was snickering to see his sleeping face, but unexpectedly. Found him curled up under the quilt and trembling slightly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Gong Zhuoliang's good mood suddenly disappeared. He hurriedly put the candlestick by the bed, then kicked on his shoes and climbed up to see Qiao Yingze. Seeing that he was frowning and trembling slightly, he reached out to touch his forehead, but luckily it wasn't. It's hot.

"It's okay, I just slept a little cold, did it bother you?"

The warmth of the sudden approach made Qiao Yingze stunned, then put on a smile and looked at Gong Zhuoliang soothingly. He is naturally afraid of the cold, his hands and feet are cold in winter, and the south is humid and cold, and the house is too hot, he will get angry and dry. , so winter is very difficult for him, especially now that he has caught the cold again...

Gong Zhuoliang had been sleeping in his arms all the time, but Qiao Yingze had forgotten about it. It was not until he woke up from the cold that he realized that there was no more stove in the room. He didn't want to disturb Gong Zhuoliang's good sleep, and he planned to endure it for a while. Now, I didn't expect Gong Zhuoliang to come in suddenly, which surprised Qiao Yingze, knowing that this man was always sound asleep and couldn't even wake up from thunder.

"I haven't slept yet, why didn't you tell me when you were cold?"

Gong Zhuoliang touched the quilt, only to feel that Qiao Yingze's hands and feet were cold, so he hurriedly pulled the bell to call the maids on duty at night, asked them to add a stove and a quilt, and then let hot water come in, and then wrapped Qiao Yingze with the quilt Seriously, feed him hot water and soak his feet.

"It's not that serious..."

Qiao Yingze wanted to stretch out his hand to drink water by himself, but was stunned by Gong Zhuoliang's stare and had to stop.

"Adding too much stove will make it hot, so let's endure it by adding more layers first."

Asking Qiao Yingze to lie on his side, Gong Zhuoliang put his hand on his stomach and covered his stomach, his tone was not good, not only because he complained about Qiao Yingze not taking good care of his body, but also because he didn't care much about him just thinking about his personal affairs.

"You don't have to accompany me, don't be sick to you, go to sleep."

Qiao Yingze moved and wanted to get up from Gong Zhuoliang, smiled and persuaded Gong Zhuoliang to leave. Although he was very fond of this warm body temperature, he didn't want to trouble Gong Zhuoliang like this, so he said... He didn't want Gong Zhuoliang to feel that he was in trouble.

"Don't move around, the hot air is running out, and you keep calling me my wife. Is your family as polite as you?"

Annoyed by Qiao Yingze's alienating attitude, Gong Zhuoliang hugged him by the waist and locked him in his arms. Seeing his embarrassed expression, he felt his heart block.

Originally, Gong Zhuoliang thought that the two of them were close, and he was the first person he thought to tell if he had any idea. Now that he thinks about it, he realizes that except for Qiao Yingze, who he asked himself, he would answer, otherwise he buried everything in his heart. , he never told himself what he wanted... It was as if he was just doing his responsibilities as a husband, but he didn't care whether the other party would give him anything in return.

"I'm sorry, Zhuozhuo, I don't mean anything else, I don't want to trouble you."

Hearing his dissatisfaction from Gong Zhuoliang's tone, Qiao Yingze eagerly wanted to apologize, because he liked his little lady, so he was afraid that he would be tired of his sick appearance.

"...You're right, but I'm always bothering you. I'm so unconscious, I'll definitely change it in the future."

Seeing Qiao Yingze's nervous appearance, Gong Zhuoliang's head calmed down. After thinking twice, he understood the awkward idea. Gong Zhuoliang had the urge to caress his forehead and sigh, so he deliberately snorted twice. He decided to wait for Qiao Yingze to recover before thinking about how to torment him.

"No, I don't think you are troublesome, don't change, Zhuo Zhuo, I like... Zhuo Zhuo."

I like that you couldn't say such words. Qiao Yingze looked at Gong Zhuoliang nervously, for fear that he would really ignore him in a fit of rage.

"Then why don't you rush me out to sleep?"

Gong Zhuoliang raised his chin and asked Qiao Yingze with a humming, and got a shake from the other side biting his lip.

"Then do you have something to tell me?"

Gong Zhuoliang raised his chin a little more and continued to ask, and got a nod from the other side pursing his lips after hesitating.

"Then what if I say, welcome to disturb?"

Parting his arms and making an open embrace, Gong Zhuoliang's face finally turned cloudy, and Qiao Yingze's mouth finally showed a smile, he leaned over Gong Zhuoliang and hugged him tightly. into the arms.

With this familiar body temperature, Qiao Yingze was able to sleep so peacefully for the first time when he was sick, and had a good night's sleep...

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX stumbled up from his slumber, feeling a warm place in his palm, Qiao Yingze touched it and realized that it was Gong Zhuoliang's belly, and then he touched a purring meat...

Shun opened his eyes and pulled his hands back. Qiao Yingze's face flushed, and he subconsciously looked sideways at his wife, who was sleeping soundly. Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiao Yingze secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then pursed his lips and hesitated. After a while, he slowly moved to the corner of Gong Zhuoliang's mouth and kissed, and then he lightly put on his clothes and went to the ground.

I don't know if it's because of the good sleep, but Qiao Yingze feels very good today and has no headaches. Although his body is still very weak, he has no other discomfort except for a little cough. He seems to be recovering soon.

Wrapped in thick clothes and pulled the bell outside, Qiao Yingze gently opened the door and signaled the maids not to disturb the sleeping young lady. After waking up, call yourself and come back to eat together.

"Young master is getting better so quickly. It must be the young lady's credit. The servant will inform the old lady."

As Qiao Yingze came to serve in the study, Han Shu was really happy for the two of them. He thought that the young master would always be sick for five, seven, or ten days. After the young lady entered the door, the young master became more and more energetic. If the old lady knew, she would love the young lady even more, "Wait...don't tell grandma I'm all right, I have my own plans."

Stopping Han Shu, who was about to leave, Qiao Yingze drew a pen on the paper lightly, making up his mind, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a shallow arc.

"Yes, the servant knows."

Han Shu blinked her eyes in confusion, but she, who has always been honest and obedient, didn't need to ask any more questions. She changed the hot water for Qiao Yingze and left. Even when she got close to Qiao Yingze, she endured her curiosity and didn't look at the table. on the painting at a glance.

Qiao Yingze lowered his head and drew with all his attention, until Wen Shulai reported that the young lady woke up and asked Qiao Yingze to go back to the house for dinner. The stove burns without leaving any traces... That's what he drew from his imagination, what Gong Zhuoliang looked like when he was wearing men's clothes.