Hu Zhixian is a military doctor dedicated to Zhao Zhen, with transcendent medical skills and rich practical combat experience, and any incurable diseases are not a problem for him. Everyone in the barracks said that he was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo.

Hu Zhixian hurried over and found that Zhao Zhen asked him to diagnose and treat a little girl, and it was still an unchallenging illness like a fever, so he couldn't help but complain twice:

"Just find a doctor to take a look, I'll sleep at home......"

He kept his mouth shut as Zhao Zhen glared at him.

This Buddha was not easy to provoke when he was angry, so he hurriedly squatted down and probed Yixuan's head.

"How?" Zhao Zhen sat on a stool and quietly sipped tea.

Hu Zhixian got up and wiped his sweat, frowned and said, "I'll make a prescription, drink it and sleep for a while, and it won't burn tomorrow." However, this girl is weak, and she has shed so much blood, I am afraid that she will not wake up for a while, and even if she does, she will not be able to get off the ground for ten days and half a month. I'll take some more medicine to remove the scar, and save her good color ruined by the scar. ”

Zhao Zhen squeezed the hand of the tea bowl for a moment, and looked at Hu Zhixian with a smile, "Good color?" ”

Although he didn't know this girl, when Hu Zhixian said this, he always felt like his things were being targeted.

It's very unpleasant to call him.

Hu Zhixian reacted, squeezed his eyebrows and smiled at Zhao Zhen, "Your Highness, you are the ...... of the Golden House."

"Alright, go down." Zhao Zhen slapped the tea bowl and ordered.

Hu Zhixian swallowed the remaining word "Jiao" back into his stomach, left the prescription, and went out.

Don't say it, this little lady is really good-looking.

Just hiding people in a monk's temple, what kind of fetish is this?

Zhao Zhen glanced at Yixuan in his sleep, picked up the prescription and walked out.

Immediately a dark guard knelt down in front of him.

"Identity." The man's voice was cold and indifferent.

"The second granddaughter of Wen Bogao in the second room of the Wen family, the niece of the queen, named Wen Yixuan."

His brows furrowed slightly, and he continued to ask, "Why are you here?" ”

The secret guard hesitated for a moment, and replied, "This subordinate doesn't know, Miss Wen is just wandering around the temple and talking to an old monk. By the way, there is also this jade card. ”

Zhao Zhen took it and pondered for a long time.

This jade card is not something that can be given to people casually, Wen Changbai gave it to her, and asked her to come to Wanfang Temple with a sense of temptation? But what can such a squeamish little girl try?

After a long silence, the man put away the jade card, handed the prescription to the secret guard, and ordered, "Go and fry the medicine." Then he sent someone to the Wenbo Mansion to inform him, and he said that his granddaughter was injured and that she would stay with me for the time being, and her life would not be in danger. ”

"Yes." The dark guard took the prescription and disappeared in an instant.

When the Wen family heard the news of Yixuan's injury, it was still King Yu's people who came to deliver the message, and they were a little confused.

Obediently, how did you provoke the big Buddha of King Yu?

"My lord, what happened to my granddaughter? Can you take her home? We can take care of it ourselves and not trouble His Royal Highness King Yu. Wen Bogao's attitude was very respectful, but he was anxious.

The general who delivered the message and his face arched his hand, "Lord Wen can rest assured, so that the granddaughter will be fine, but it is not suitable to walk around on the ground." When the situation is better, it is natural for adults to take it home to recuperate. ”

When he said this, Wen Bogao had no choice but to smile wryly and nodded.

He was afraid that the Liangzi formed between King Yu and Zhiluo would not take revenge on his granddaughter, right?

Poor baby, I'm not a fool anymore, why did I meet King Yu again?

Surrounded by night, the temple was silent, so quiet that even the sound of melting snow could be heard clearly.

Zhao Zhen was worried.

There are not many things in this world that can make Zhao Zhen worry.

It's all because of Wen Yixuan, the little ancestor.

The little ancestor lay on the bed of King Yu and slept soundly. The body temperature has dropped, the little face is no longer wrinkled, and he sleeps peacefully. Her sleeping position is more stable than that of girls of the same age, and her jade-white face is delicate and flawless, with a faint halo.

This bed has a good smell, a faint aroma, a blend of honey locust and sunshine, and a hint of a man's unique scent, but it inexplicably makes her feel stable.

Yi Xuan had a dream.

She dreamed that she was spitting blood from her mouth and trembling all over. She was poisoned, she had no strength at all, her legs were weak and she slowly fell, and blood stained her robe. Wei Xiang hugged her and called her name one after another. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. Then, as if she had fallen into a warm embrace, strange and solid.

No more then, because she died.

The girl began to break out in a cold sweat again, and began to murmur in confusion, and she said, "Help me, save me......"

Turning over and over, there are only these two words.

Zhao Zhen frowned, thinking that she was burning again, so he probed her forehead with his hand, only to find that it was not, she was just dreaming.

The hand was withdrawn, but it did not twitch.

The girl tugged at his sleeve, dead.

Zhao Zhen tugged at the corners of her mouth, but let her grasp it, her pupils were dark and the meaning was unknown. For a long time, he reached out and stroked her cheeks.

It feels very good, but it's too thin, and it will be better to be fat.

Yi Xuan made inches in, and grabbed Zhao Zhen's hand again. Her hands were small, but half the size of his, and they struggled to grasp. I simply put my other hand on it. Now he was relieved, and after confirming that this hand would not leave her, he rubbed his palm, tame like a cat. After that, there was no sound.

Zhao Zhen was speechless, his eyes were like a heavy pool of ink, reflecting the girl's face. Handsome eyebrows and eyes, thin lips slightly raised, the usually cold face rarely has this tenderness.

"Forget it." Zhao Zhen sighed in a low voice, carried Yixuan to the inside of the bed with one hand, and then lay down with his clothes and closed his eyes. He thought of the man, and couldn't help but turn his head sideways to look at Yixuan.

Yixuan originally monopolized the entire bed, but suddenly her territory was reduced by more than half, and she was a little unhappy. twisted his body and squeezed in the direction of Zhao Zhen.

The man's body was hot, and she felt so warm, and hugged her hands and feet.

Wow, what a big stove.

Zhao Zhen's breathing became uneven.

The girl's body is soft and boneless, and it exudes a faint fragrance, and her little face is still rubbing against his chest like a cat, delicate and unbearable. There was only a layer of fabric between them, and there was nothing at all.

Zhao Zhen snorted, put his big arms around the girl, and warned her: "Don't move." ”

If she flirts with him and can't bear it, don't blame him.

It's a big deal to marry her.

This thought turned in his heart, and Zhao Zhen was stunned for a while. He would even think of marrying her?

Well, in fact, he is not rejected.

The girl seemed to be asleep, no longer moving, lying on top of him, looking well-behaved.

Zhao Yan smiled, this little girl, is she quite obedient?

But even if she didn't move, the nephrite was warm and fragrant, and he endured the hard work. I didn't fall asleep until midnight. I woke up at dawn, and my lower abdomen was hot and uncomfortable.

Zhao Zhen looked at the girl with a sad face, she slept soundly.

He gently put the girl on the bed, got out of the bed himself, and went to the clean room to bathe.

The pure place of the Buddha's family, he didn't want to disturb the Buddha.

When Yixuan was awake, it was already noon. The sun poured into the house through the fan, and there was a brazier in the house, which was warm.

Yixuan yawned and sat up in a daze, wondering where she was.

Wanfang Temple.

She tried to get out of bed, but suddenly there was a tearing pain in her thigh, and the pain made her grin and gasp for air. When she lifted the quilt and took a look, she found that her thighs were wrapped in gauze, and the wound that had not bled was moved by her, and blood began to bead again, and it was a circle of red reflected on the gauze.

She then remembered what she had been through yesterday.

She came to Wanfang Temple to investigate King Yu, but was shot and wounded by his secret guard. In the haze, she seemed to have a high fever and a dream. There was a man sleeping next to her, and his body was very warm.

Looking out of this window, it should be the courtyard where she was injured yesterday. In other words, King Yu saved her?

Yixuan's eyes were about to fall off. To escape from King Yu's hands, she has to go back to burn the pillar high incense.

But the question is, how will she go back?

was worried, but caught a glimpse of someone coming from the yard. Yi Xuan's heart tightened, her hands pinched the quilt tightly, she squinted her eyes, and was surprised to find that it was Wen Changbai who came over with a few subordinates.

Early in the morning, the people of the King of Wei came to Wen Changbai with a jade plaque and asked him to go to Wanfang Temple to lead people back.

King Yu's move was clearly a warning, thinking that he was using Yi Xuan to make some calculations.

How willing he was!

However, Wen Changbai got the news and immediately rushed over from the city. I was afraid that the carriage would turn Yixuan upside down, so I deliberately asked people to set up an ox cart. I was anxious to arrive, and when I saw my sister's pale little face, I was in my heart.

He opened the door and smiled reluctantly, "How do you feel?" "I turned around and closed the door, and the people were waiting outside the door very familiarly.

"I'm fine."

How could it be okay, her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Wen Changbai frowned slightly, and his cold and thin side face was rarely stained with some worldly emotions. He reached out and probed Yixuan's forehead, it was not hot, and the tension in his heart was slightly relaxed. I couldn't help but scold: "How can you come to such a place? How worried should my uncle and uncle be? You are just playful, and if you want to see your aunt, you can't go to King Yu's place. Thanks to the mercy of His Royal Highness King Yu, otherwise your uncle would not be able to save you. ”

In the past, Wen Changbai never talked to her like this. Yi Xuan was a little transparent, hung her head like a child, and said sadly: "I just want to see my aunt for the last time." Don't dare again. ”

There must be the eyes and ears of King Yu around here, and the jade plate on her body is evidence that King Wei suspects Wen Changbai of instructing her. This dialogue was played for the people of King Yu.

Wen Changbai hooked his lips and smiled. Sure enough, the tacit understanding between their brother and sister was as good as ever.

Wen Changbai asked her, "Where is the injury?" ”

"Legs." Yixuan blinked her eyes, "It hurts, I can't walk anymore." Uncle hug. ”

What a ghostly wit. Wen Changbai couldn't help laughing, wrapped one hand around her waist, wrapped the other hand around her knees, hugged her horizontally, and asked her, "Does this hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." Yi Xuan wrapped her hands around Wen Changbai's neck and pressed her face against his chest with peace of mind. Wen Changbai hadn't hugged her for a long time. Since she was over ten years old, she was still as frolicking as a child, but Wen Changbai deliberately stayed away from her, making her sad for a while.

She was put into the ox cart by Wen Changbai, and the two sat side by side. The cow walks very slowly, step by step as if it were walking. Yixuan couldn't help but be a little anxious, "When will I be able to enter the city like this, I'm hungry." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his little belly and looked at Wen Changbai pitifully.

Wen Changbai raised his eyebrows, took out a silver ingot and handed it to the little servant, and ordered: "Go buy some snacks, don't be too sweet." ”

She doesn't like to eat anything too sweet, and she gets greasy when it's sweet.

After a while, the little man caught up and came in with a paper bag, holding in his hand the remaining pieces of silver. Wen Changbai only took the snack bag and said lightly: "The rest will be rewarded to you." ”

The little guy was overjoyed and thanked him again and again.

Wen Changbai tore open the paper bag, there were a few snacks in it, steamed chestnut cake with osmanthus sugar, plum blossom cake, pine cake, crispy qiong leaves, etc., gave it to Yixuan, touched her head and said, "Eat." ”

Although Yi Xuan was hungry, she couldn't eat such a bag, and she was full after eating three, and she smiled and held one in front of Wen Changbai.

The corners of Wen Changbai's lips curled, and he picked it up to eat.

The bullock cart was smooth, but it was too slow. Yi Xuan also got the temperament of this cow, and lazily fell asleep on Wen Changbai's shoulder. Wen Changbai's body stiffened, and he pursed his lips and looked at her.

The girl breathes evenly, her expression relaxed and unguarded. The eyelashes are like two small fans, falling a shallow layer of shadow. The complexion is pale, but there is a unique, lovable beauty. A small piece of exposed neck is slender and beautiful, like clotted fat, with the unique milky fragrance of girls.

Wen Changbai's heart skipped a double beat.

She trusted him like that?

His eyes gradually became confused and deep, and he looked out of the car lightly, without any words.

Someday, she'll know.