Chapter 24 You Are Strange

Wen Qiong's nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood. She struggled a few times to escape from this embrace, but was tightly wrapped around her slender waist. It was as if the man was so strong that he wanted to rub her into his bones.

What kind of convulsions did this man have? Wen Qiong couldn't break free, so he could only wrap his arms around his neck loosely, and softened his tone, "...Husband, you are strangling me like this."

Yao Xuanci immediately relaxed a little when he heard the words, and still hugged her in his arms silently, like a treasure that was lost and found again.

He will never let go of her hand again, and will never repeat the same tragedy.

Wen Qiong only felt her head was foggy, and the heat from the man's breath sprayed on the side of her neck, causing a shuddering numbness, which made her move uncomfortably, and her cool hand touched the hot back of the man's neck inadvertently,Her frown became tighter and tighter.

"Are you having a high fever?"

After a long time, the man hummed in a low voice, "It's nothing."

How can a mere high fever compare to the feeling that life is worse than death.

When he was selecting loyal ministers for the new emperor, he visited Wen's mansion and asked Wen Boqing to return to the court.

The man no longer looked carefree and happy, and became much more stable, only holding a folding fan in his hand from time to time, sitting in the main hall and sneered, "Wen was an official in the past, just to be the backer of mother and Arjun, and told themDon't be offended."

"But Wen can't even protect them, how can he protect the emperor?"

"Now I'm just a businessman. My mother is in a trance and lingers on the sick bed. She really has no skills. Huai'an Marquis thinks highly of Wen. Please go back, Lord Marquis, and don't bother me anymore."

That night Yao Xuanci returned to the Hou Mansion and sat withered under the wisteria flower corridor all night.

He has been an official for more than ten years, what did he plan, and what did he keep.

No one in the courtiers dared to act presumptuously in front of him, even the new emperor respectfully called him a teacher, everyone in the imperial city feared him, but his wife and children had already died in vain, and he was left alone.

There is no cure for heart disease, only death is the relief.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, Wen Qiong pushed his shoulder hard, "Yao Xuanci, you should lie down with a fever, let me go!"

It wasn't long after she came back, this person should have returned to the Hou Mansion right after waking up.

He was hit by a poisonous arrow, not only did he not heal well, even the wound was torn, and he rushed back in a high fever, maybe he didn't even want his life.

Nanny Song went back and forth, and she was very satisfied to see the two people hugging each other tightly, but when she wanted to avoid it, she couldn't help but remind her.

"Uncle, the girl is pregnant. Don't be stubborn. Later, the girl will not only take care of herself, but also take care of you."

Yao Xuanci's body froze, subconsciously let go, and Wen Qiong took the opportunity to break free.

She looked down, and sure enough, her blue clothes were stained with mottled bright red. She couldn't help but sigh, did this person have a high fever and hurt his brain?!

She couldn't help but glared at him angrily, and said to Nanny Song, "Grandma, please go and invite Dr. Lin over, the son's wound needs to be bandaged again."

After giving the order, she turned around and walked towards the inner room, only to find that the man did not follow when she came to the screen in the mountain forest.

After all, he couldn't hold back his temper, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you come in quickly and take off this clothes."

Her conscience was still there, and she couldn't do anything to leave the injured person aside and ignore it, she wanted to go forward and pull the man's sleeve into the room, but she couldn't.

Wen Qiong endured and endured, raised her eyes to meet the unparalleled handsome eyebrows, and tried her best to control her emotions, "What's wrong with your husband?"

She couldn't wait for the doctor with him wearing a bloody dress, and besides, the smell of blood made her stomach churn, so she just wanted to change the clothes immediately.

Those pitch-black phoenix eyes were fixed on the woman's still flat belly. Yao Xuanci opened his mouth several times, his voice so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound, "Are you..." Pregnant?

Arjun was pregnant for the first time in the late summer of the second year of marriage.

He actually came back to this time.

But that child was not kept.

He frowned tightly, not really wanting to recall what happened back then.

At that time, the prince learned that he was looking for a doctor to recuperate his wife's body, so he sent the imperial physician Song to come. At the end of every month, the imperial physician Song would come to the Hou's mansion to diagnose Arjun's pulse and adjust the prescription.

It was also the monthly pulse diagnosis, Song Yuyi intentionally concealed the fact that Arjun was pregnant, and turned around and told the princess.

That woman Zheng Ruyu went crazy, she dared to use ruthless hands on the prescription, taking advantage of Arqiong's weak body, which made it difficult for her to conceive, and increased the dose of blood-activating medicinal materials to cause her to have a miscarriage.

After he found out about this matter, he had a rift with Donggong, secretly dealt with the imperial doctor Song, thinking that if Aqiong stayed in the Qingyu courtyard obediently, no one would dare to intervene in it.

Just pathetic.

Wen Qiong didn't hear his words clearly at all, and pulled him again with a little bit of strength, "My husband is so burned that he can't speak clearly, let's just rest honestly, and go back to heal your injuries carefully, so as not to leave the root cause of the disease."

This person is noble and indifferent on weekdays. have never seen him look so clingy and stubborn now. It is said that people who are sick will be more vulnerable. Yao Xuanci's contrast is really too big, which is shocking.

This time, she finally pulled him, and she obediently pulled the man by his sleeve and crossed the threshold.

He followed behind the woman with lowered eyes, his gloomy eyes slipped from the woman's slender waist, and looked at his crow blue sleeves.

A small piece of fabric was gripped tightly by those thin white fingers, and Yao Xuanci only had one question circling in his fever-stricken consciousness.

In this life, why did Arjun know that she was pregnant?

As soon as the government doctor heard that the son was injured, he came very quickly, quickly changed the dressing and re-bandaged him.

And Wen Qiong changed into a gentle snow green shirt, buttoned with round and delicate pearls, which was elegantly styled, she smoothed her soft black hair, and walked out of the dressing room.

Dr. Lin had already picked up the medicine box and left. Seeing her coming out, Nanny Song picked up the blood-stained crow green shirt and left without a sound.

And Yao Xuanci was leaning on the head of the bed with his head up, raised his arms and put them on his forehead, covered with a thin soft quilt, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The man's strong and strong chest was bare, and a fresh white bandage was wrapped around his chest, and a faint blood oozing was faintly visible.

Because of practicing martial arts since childhood, the muscle lines on the shoulders and back are very beautiful and smooth. At this time, wearing a bandage, it inadvertently adds a bit of broken and sharp desire.

As if aware of her appearance, the pair of tightly closed eyes opened, and the wounded man's weakness was not seen in the pitch-black phoenix eyes, and he patted the side of the bed.

"Arjun, come here."

Wen Qiong was relieved to see that he was still in good spirits, and first walked to the copper basin of cold water placed aside, "How does your husband feel, is he dizzy?"

Yao Xuanci did not answer, his eyes were fixed on her without blinking.

He just learned from Nanny Song that Ah Qiong suddenly passed out on the day of the banquet in the East Palace, and was diagnosed as pregnant by the new doctor, and today he invited another imperial doctor in the palace to protect her.

There was no miscarriage, and the child was still growing up healthy in her womb. She never sobbed in his arms because of self-blame and guilt, and she would no longer feel depressed and sleepless at night.

Wen Qiong didn't get a response, so he could only twist the veil half dry, then sat down on the side of the couch, and checked his temperature carefully.

Feeling okay, probably because the wound hurts and don't want to talk.

Wen Qiong guessed, and put a cool wet handkerchief on his forehead, and inadvertently met those pitch-black phoenix eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

Why do you feel that this look is starting to look wrong.

Wen Qiong had an inexplicable premonition of danger, frowned slightly, and stood up without hesitation, "Lie down and sleep."

She went to ask Nanny Pang if she had returned home, just to avoid this unpredictable gaze.

Wen Qiong quickened her pace and went to the front yard. After asking a few maidservants, she learned that it would take a few days for Nanny Pang to return to her post, so she had to go back to the inner courtyard, just in time for A Yao to come out of the small kitchen carrying soup.

"Girl, this fertility medicine has just cooled down, drink it quickly."

She put the decoction on the stone table under the wisteria corridor, and as soon as Wen Qiong walked over, she opened the honey fruit on the table and pushed it to her hand, "What's the matter, my lord?"

"Looking at him like this, the lingering poison won't be fatal. He probably suffered a little bit of crime and needs to rest for a while longer."

Wen Qiong twisted her nose and drank the bowl of soup in one breath, then stuffed a crystal clear honey fruit into her mouth, the bitterness on the tip of her tongue was immediately suppressed by the sweetness, and the willow eyebrows gradually relaxed.

"You will tidy up the side room later." She instructed softly.

A man's hoarse voice came from behind, "Why do you want to clean up the side compartment?"

Wen Qiong looked back, and saw that the man had already put on the middle coat, tied the belt of the black robe casually and walked down the eaves, with blue veins on his forehead faintly raised from the pain.

She widened her eyes slightly, "Why did you come out again?"

This man even had to fold his handkerchief squarely, but now his clothes are in a mess, obviously he put them on in a hurry and was too anxious to take care of them.

In the end, it was the injured, and after several tossings, he became a little weak, and Fang Fang's breathing that had stabilized began to become rapid again.

But his shoulders are still upright, as tough as a cold mountain and a green pine, and his tall figure gives people an endless sense of security.

The man stretched out his big palm, and squeezed her cold hand tightly with his slightly hot palm, "I want to look at you."

She just disappeared from sight for a moment, Yao Xuanci felt uneasy, got up and dressed without hesitation and came out to find her.

A Yao on the side opened her mouth silently in surprise, and immediately raised the wooden case tray to cover the lower half of her face, her watery eyes looked back and forth between her daughter and uncle.

Is this still the desolate and noble son-in-law?

These words and this gesture are not like the girl said that she is not in her heart.

Wen Qiong was also silent for a moment. He had never said such intimate words even in his previous life.

She glanced at A Yao who was silently guarding the side, and A Yao's gaze was instantly clear when she met her, so she had no choice but to suppress the raging heart of gossip, picked up the medicine bowl and went straight to the small kitchen.

She needs to talk to Nanny Song about this matter!

There was no one in the courtyard, so Wen Qiong looked straight into his eyes, "Why is my husband acting strange since he came back to the mansion?"

Could it be that the injury was stimulated?

"Why do you think it's strange?" Yao Xuanci calmly held her other hand in the palm, and a big palm easily clasped her.

His wife is really perceptive.

"Clean up the side compartment, does Arjun want to live in a separate room with me?"

Wen Qiong pursed her lower lip, that was her intention.

"My husband was injured, I was afraid that if I slept soundly, I would touch your wound in my sleep, so I thought about separating these two days..."

"Won't."

He hugged her into his arms, rubbed his chin against her smooth forehead, his eyes showed a bit of ferocity and paranoia, but his tone was exceptionally soft.

"Arjun don't leave me again."

Yao Xuanci kissed her forehead lightly, "You are the best medicine for me."

He found his medicine, and the child he never saw twice.

"...Okay." Wen Qiong couldn't understand this person's sudden intimacy, and could only suffer in silence at the moment.

"What did Ayao give you just now?"

"Naturally, it is a medicine for nourishing the fetus. Now I am taking the medicine prescribed by the government doctor. Doctor Sun said that he will send the new medicine in a few days."

Doctor Sun...Yao Xuanci recalled for a moment, this person practiced medicine in his own right and was barely usable.

Wen Qiong struggled to break away from him, "Husband, let's go back and lie down, and get up for dinner after sleeping."

After finishing speaking, she consciously added a sentence, compromised, "I'll take a nap with my husband for a while."

His appearance will probably heal within a few days, and when he heals his injuries and regains his sanity, he will definitely not be able to bear to recall the fragile appearance of these few days.

She coaxed him to act, and she also confuses him to cover up her little private actions.

Wen Qiong has been feeling obviously tired for the past few days, and when Yao Xuanci finished drinking the decoction and lay down together, he slept very peacefully, naturally he didn't know that the person beside him hadn't closed his eyes.

He carefully traced her eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, watching greedily until the moment she woke up.

It was dusk, Wen Qiong had slept for too long, her mind was a little dull, the corners of her lips were tightly pursed and she didn't want to say a word.

When eating, he stared blankly at a certain place in the void, mechanically eating the food in the bowl like a puppet.

While eating, her chopsticks suddenly touched another pair of chopsticks, making a faint sound of collision, pulling her back to her senses.

Looking down, a pair of silver chopsticks put a piece of braised pork into her bowl. The rice at the bottom of the bowl was almost bottomed out, and the fragrant meat and vegetables took up more than half of the bowl.

Wen Qiong felt a sense of fullness belatedly, and frowned slightly, "I can't eat anymore."

Yao Xuanci saw that there was some energy between her eyebrows and eyes, so she withdrew her hand and put down the chopsticks. Her handsome eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile, "Ah Qiong finally woke up."

She had this little problem because she slept too much, she was like a wandering ghost, it took a while to cheer up and wake up completely.

The man restrained himself and suppressed the greedy look in his eyes. Seeing her frowning and rubbing her stomach, a gentle smile evoked, "Are you holding on?"

"I'll accompany Arjun to go outside for a walk to refresh ourselves?"

Wen Qiong wanted to refuse when she heard the words, "Your arrow wound has not healed, and the residual poison has not been cleaned up, so it is better not to move."

"I'll just walk around the courtyard a few times."

Outside the room door, Mo Ya hesitated to speak, he said to himself, if you are really free, you should write a letter to Master Xing.

Xing Yunjing was overjoyed when he learned that Yao Xuanci had woken up, and hurried to the Hou's mansion to visit, but was told that the son was recovering from his injury and had no visitors, which made Xing Yunjing quite depressed.

He thought that Chong Yao Shizi's whirling personality meant that he would be busy with private affairs as soon as he woke up, but how could the spinning top that couldn't stop suddenly stop directly because of this injury.

Xing Yunjing was puzzled for a long time, and finally figured out a reasonable argument for himself——Yao Shizi's wife is pregnant, and the poisonous arrow attack probably frightened Shizi's wife, Yao Shizi wanted to appease him.Beloved wife, naturally you must take good care of yourself.

After he figured it out, he was full of energy.

Yao Shizi is recuperating from his injuries, he should be the one to take up this heavy responsibility, and move on!

But Xing Yunjing thought about it, and asked Mo Ya to help pass a message, asking Shizi Yao for the next details.

Mo Ya asked, but his young master glanced at him at that time, and that impatient warning glance almost sent him away, and Mo Ya languished on the spot.

The young master doesn't want to talk about it, so let Mr. Xing ask himself.

Just as he was thinking, he caught a glimpse of someone coming in through the door of the moon cave from the corner of his eye. He raised his eyes and recognized an old nun in Madam Hou's courtyard.

He reminded the masters that the nanny had already walked under the eaves, stood outside the door and bowed respectfully, "My lord, this old slave is here at the order of Lord Hou."

Hearing this, Wen Qiong subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the man beside her.

Old Hou Ye has been ill in bed all year round, and has a bad temper. Every time she goes to see her, she will be stared at by those cold eyes. She always feels panicked and a little scared, and never dares to stay longer.

Later, it was just that father and son didn't want to see each other, and she was angered as Yao Xuanci's wife, but she didn't know that there was another reason for the second girl Zheng.

The man was carefully peeling the walnuts without raising his head, "Say."

Only then did the old mother think about it and said, "I heard that the son was shot in the back. Old Hou Ye remembered that he had fought on the battlefield in the past, and he left excellent wound medicine, and asked the old slave to bring it to the son."

She took out two small porcelain bottles from her sleeves and offered them with both hands.

However, no one dared to pick it up.

Logically speaking, for the harmony of the family, Wen Qiong should give the old mother a step down, so as not to let the face of the old marquis fall to the ground.

But she died in this Hou's mansion, and she didn't have a good impression of these people at all, especially the daughter-in-law that the old Hou Ye favored was Miss Zheng Er. In the spirit of doing more things is worse than doing less things, she got up, "I'll go out and walk around, Digest."

As soon as she left, Nanny Song motioned for A Yao to follow.

The three master and servant left in the twilight. Behind the dining table, Yao Xuanci piled up the peeled walnuts and put them into the cute round belly jar in front of him.

"How is Hou Ye's body recently?"

When the old mama heard this, a slight astonishment flashed in her eyes. Did the elder son care about the old marquis?

The father and son are finally settling down?

She speculated in her heart, without showing it on her face, she lowered her head politely, "My son, the old Hou is still in good spirits these days."

"The past two days have been cool in autumn, and the sun in the sky is not as hot as it is in summer. Sometimes I would sit in a wheelchair and come out to bask in the sun."

"He said the wound medicine is easy to use, why can't his leg be healed?"

The old mother immediately regretted, how dare she guess the mind of the elder son.

The man sealed the wooden cover and stood up. He was wearing a black robe with gold patterns and auspicious clouds, which could hardly conceal the fierce aura on his body.

His face was expressionless, "His broken leg can't even stand up, and the medicine for the injury is only mediocre."

Old Hou Ye's legs were interrupted by his uncle, Yao Xuanci stood aside and watched coldly, he didn't try to persuade him, because he deserved it.

The old Hou Ye hated him so much that he could only grit his teeth and huddle in his yard all day long, unwilling to be seen by others in his pitiful old appearance.

Yao Xuanci's only reluctance was to let him be buried with the Qin family, deep in the barren hills.

He didn't want this person to dirty his mother's cycle of reincarnation.

How could a father who resented him send him medicine so kindly.

Yao Xuanci gently pulled out the exquisite porcelain vase in the old mother's hand, twisted the toy in his hand twice, and threw it straight out.

The sound of the porcelain bottle being smashed was extremely crisp, which made the old mother's heart tremble.

Violence flashed across the man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Tell Qin, it's time to settle the account."

Houfu Garden.

A green lake water gently reflects the red clouds in the sky, and a few sparrows fly by chirping, falling on the rocks on the side, tilting their heads to look at the gentle woman in the corner pavilion in the center of the lake.

Holding a handful of fish food in her hand, she leaned against the fence of the pavilion, absent-mindedly looking at the lotus leaves on the lake, and spilled a handful between her fingers, which soon attracted koi in the lake to compete.

Nanny Song looked at A Yao and asked, what is the girl thinking?

A Yao shook her head, then her eyes lit up, and she pointed in the direction of Qingyuyuan, could she be thinking about my uncle?

You must know that after the uncle was injured, even his eyes were glued to the girl.

Nanny Song recalled the gesture of the two hugging each other tightly at noon, and asked aloud, "Is the girl thinking about my uncle?"

Wen Qiong came back to her senses when she heard the sound, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and she nodded hesitantly, "I always feel that something is wrong with Yao Xuanci."

This afternoon, he never left her every step, staring at her with burning eyes, and the dishes he picked up during the meal were also her favorites, but they were too detailed and the changes were too abrupt.

Nanny Song said with a smile, "I think my uncle's changes are very good."

"When you were changing clothes in the dressing room, my uncle kept asking this old slave about your pregnancy."

"Ask you?" Win Jonton felt strange, "He is the one who knows the most about this matter. Why are you asking?"

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