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Jiang Rao sneaked out.

She dreamed at night that Rong Ting was sick.

The long body, from head to toe, was shrunk under the quilt, like a small animal trapped in the snow, shivering and shivering non-stop.

How did it get so ill?

In the middle of the night, she woke up.

After waking up, she called Ming Shao and the skilled Jiang Ping to join her and sneak out of the hospital.

The matter of overcoming the wall is born once and cooked twice.

She stepped on the stone steps and slowly climbed out from the low wall in the backyard of the Jiang Mansion.

When he reached the west of the city, no matter how hard he knocked, he couldn't open the door of his house, so he climbed the wall and went in alone, and asked Ming Shao and Jiang Ping to guard outside.

As he rode on the wall, he kept worrying about whether he had passed out of illness and could not even hear the knock on the door.

Jiang Rao was out of breath and knocked on the door hard, hearing that there was no one answering in the room, and she sweated more than she had just climbed over the wall.

She raised her voice and shouted again.

"Brother Ting, are you awake? Are you okay?"

If no one answers, she will break in.

"Wait first." A dull voice finally came from the room.

Jiang Rao's nervousness dissipated a lot. She waited for Rong Ting to open the door for her. After waiting, she heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. She was so anxious that she didn't care, she raised her hand and pushed the door and went in. .

Distinguishing things in the dark is a little blurry, and it is vaguely visible that the house is in chaos.

The decorations were all over the place, and the smell of herbs in the house made Jiang Rao very uneasy.

What about Rong Ting people?

She walked to the bed subconsciously, but almost tripped over.

Looking down, saw a figure falling to the ground.

Rong Ting?

How did he fall here?

Jiang Rao opened his eyes, trying to see a little more clearly.

He waited to see a little more clearly, but covered his eyes with an "ah" sound.

She turned away, blushing.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes?" Her voice was shaking, her palms pressed against her eyelids.

A voice came from behind, "I'm taking a shower."

The cold wind from outside the door blew in, stirring up a layer of chicken chestnuts on Rong Ting's wet skin.

So embarrassed, he didn't want her to see him like this.

"Nian Nian." His deep voice sounded like a sigh, and there was a bit of blame in his helplessness, "I didn't let you in."

"I-I didn't mean to."

Jiang Rao was so panicked that she almost didn't know what to say.

In fact, she had seen his body. In a dream, he asked her to watch while he was taking a bath. She would definitely not take the initiative to peek at him, but when she helped him out, she would inevitably catch him wearing The skin that his thin shirt couldn't cover—the chest, or the shrunken, horribly-looking ankles that had been shrunk from years of not walking.

It's just that after all, the dream and the actual seeing, the feeling is different.

In her mind, out of time, the scene she had just seen in the darkness went through again.

The young man's naked back could not be seen clearly in the night, although it was not as broad as his back in the future, only a thin and tough outline could be seen, but it was not as weak as she thought.

"Then I'll go out now." This thought made her cheeks even hotter, and her cheeks were red from head to tail like cooked shrimp.

Can't think about it anymore, she has to try to think of something ugly to get rid of the picture in her mind that shouldn't be there.

So she thought about the ghosts that she had embroidered out of her embroidery, raised her feet and walked out.

But just after the toes left the ground, the other foot seemed to be hooked by something, the center of gravity was unstable, and the body fell backward.

He slipped down the wet ground and fell into a cold embrace.

Just hear a muffled groan.

Although Rong Ting had the strength to stretch his legs, he really got someone into his arms, and he was punished.

The veins on the forehead were faint, and the smashed leg hurt.

Hearing that painful groan, Jiang Rao immediately got up from his lap.

She wanted to see what happened to him when she was smashed by her. As soon as her eyes touched, she remembered that he was naked, covering his eyes, and it was hard to cry because of life.

"Don't go." Rong Ting coughed twice, "Give me the towel at the head of the bed and some clothes."

He chuckled helplessly, "I can't keep me naked all the time."

The redness on Jiang Rao's face was about to drip, and with an "oh" sound, she groped in the darkness to the side of the bed, hugged the clothes he wanted, took two steps in his direction, and turned her back. At him, "clothes, here."

After that, the siblings were uneasy in the same place, neither walking nor not walking, fingers twisted together awkwardly.

"Did you fall in the tub? Why is there water all around?" She tried to make her voice as loud as possible, trying to cover up the rustling of changing clothes behind her.

She also covered up her embarrassment and awkwardness.

"Yeah." Rong Ting said lightly, raised his eyes and swept to the back of her red neck.

He didn't mention his embarrassment just now, but asked, "Are you hot?"

His head was dizzy, his voice was much weaker without disguise, and he sounded very ill.

Jiang Rao thought he

This is to imply to her that he was a little cold, and immediately went to close the door.

The cold wind was isolated from the outside, and the room was much quieter.

She came back to support him again, helped him all the way to the bed, and dragged the quilt onto his lap with careful and gentle movements.

Rong Ting's eyes darkened a little.

His most embarrassing appearance was almost all seen by her.

The throat was a little tight, "Why did you come here at this time?"

Jiang Rao squatted on the ground, fumbled around in front of the wooden table where the candles were placed, looking for flint and new candles, turned her back to him, and said without turning her head: "There have been a lot of people in the city getting cold recently. Your leg injury is not healed well, your body is weaker, and you get sick easily. I can't sleep at night, so I just want to come and see."

Her words were half-truths, and the worries were real.

Finally found the flint, lit the candle wick, and the house instantly lit up.

Only then did she see that Rong Ting's face was also red.

It turned out that the pale complexion and cheeks were a little more red. It stands to reason that ruddy should be a healthy color, but the morbidity on his face has not been reduced, but because of this abnormal redness, the morbidity has been enhanced a little, and it looks like a drunk. He was so drowsy after drinking, his eyes looked like he was drunk.

With a thud in his heart, he was indeed wind-cold.

Jiang Rao hurriedly walked out holding the candlestick in her hands. In exchange for seeing a doctor, she had to call a doctor, but was stopped by Rong Ting, "I have medicine here."

"In the drawer under the candlestick."

Following his words, Jiang Rao turned to the medicine bag, "When did you buy the medicine?"

"I had a headache during the day, so I went to the old doctor to get medicine."

Jiang Rao frowned upon hearing this.

Between the delicate brows, there was a bit of inexplicable anger and blame, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have asked you to fall out of the barrel here alone. "

Rong Ting's leg injury was a major concern to her.

His frail body was more important than her own.

Rong Ting smiled bitterly, "You can get through it alone."

He didn't get through it alone when he got sick...

If you are hungry, it will pass, and if you are cold, it will pass. Only when you are sick, your body is extremely uncomfortable, and no one takes care of the myrrh, and it is better to die directly than that.

He didn't hide it from her and changed his righteous attitude, which made Jiang Rao feel a little angry in his heart. For the sake of him being a patient, he didn't care about him, "I'll give you a decoction."

She decocted the medicine, cleaned up the dumped wooden barrel in the room, and swept away the water all over the room.

She never does this at home

Such chores, the action will be slow, very unfamiliar.

Rong Ting looked at her with a pair of bewildered eyes.

Because of the illness, the usual indifference and indifference have all changed, and the eyes are obsessed and fragile.

Only then did realize that it was not because had no medicine that felt bad when was sick as a child.

But at that time, everyone around him was looking forward to his death, and no one was looking forward to his good.

Jiang Rao cleaned up the mess in the room, and when he came back, he closed the door and window tightly, and gave him the medicine to drink, "If you don't have any sugar, you will have some, just drink the medicine."

For Rong Ting, there is no difference between bitterness and sweetness.

He leaned his chin up and drank the medicine obediently. He drank whatever she gave him.

With the action of swallowing, the sharp Adam's apple in the center of the neck moved up and down.

The coat on his body was slightly spread out at this time.

The chest that appeared was covered with wounds that were crisscrossed.

Jiang Rao looked away, but she had already seen the wounds.

She knew that he also had a few deep scars on the back of his neck and shoulders. He was afraid that the soldiers who went to the battlefield were not injured so much. "Where did all your injuries come from?"

When Rong Ting saw that he had his clothes open, she stopped looking at him, silently, and closed the collar of his coat to the middle.

"Injured while practicing martial arts."

In exchange for the wound that was beaten by the mother when she was a child. The queen wanted to use the whip to domesticate him into an obedient, opinionless dog.

But don't want to tell her.

These things, he can do it alone.

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The effect of the medicine gradually started to take effect, Jiang Rao saw that Rong Ting's eyelids were obviously heavy, so she waited by the side, wanting to wait for him to fall asleep, and then sneak back.

But his eyes only closed for a short while, and then they suddenly opened, staring at her for a while, the eyelids were not as powerful as the medicine, and they sank again.

But soon, he will open his eyes again and stare at her.

After going back and forth for a long time, Jiang Rao felt that this was not a solution. Thinking that if she left, he would be able to fall asleep peacefully. After saying "I'm leaving", he got up and wanted to leave.

His hand was pulled from behind, "Don't go."

His voice was like a crying child, and his voice sounded hot, "I'm uncomfortable."

Jiang Rao sat down again helplessly, and pulled out her hand, but she couldn't come out.

He had to wait for him to fall asleep completely, and then opened his fingers one by one, and then his hands escaped.

His hands were a little sore when he was tightly bound.

She rubbed her red fingers and watched him rub, rub, and move his fingertips along the quilt after she took his hand away, as if he was looking for something, and couldn't help but laugh.

A sick person is really like a child, why is he so uneasy?

But she couldn't stay here all night, she couldn't just rely on her age to be younger, and she couldn't break the rules before she was old enough to observe the ceremony.

Coming here today is already an extremely outrageous move. Let her father know that even if she said that she was going to save people, her father would definitely be half dead.

Stay one night? Don't want legs.

It's just that he was really pitiful like this. She looked at his sickly sleeping face, and even understood in an instant that she was ill when she was a child, and her father and her mother stayed with her all night.

Not watching this poor little guy get better, really don't want to leave.

Do you want to change her legs?

Jiang Rao hesitated.

The hand that had been touching the quilt for a long time without touching anything suddenly stopped.

Its owner sat up and raised his eyelids.

With a dazed look, he looked around.

The long and narrow eyes narrowed, as if they were dreaming, but their eyes were blurred.

When he saw Jiang Rao, his eyes that looked around finally stopped.

As if confirming something, he leaned forward and rushed over.