The health regimen plan set by the famous doctor for Qin Zhao is not as simple as just avoiding certain foods. A doctor who is said to have studied in the Western Regions brought a new idea for health care: exercise.

There is actually no concept of sports and fitness in this era.

Needless to say, the poor people who made a living by farming or doing hard labor had to work hard enough to get enough food. However, scholars spent all their time reading and writing, and would not waste time on such useless things.

As for wealthy families, they have servants to take care of everything, so they don’t have to do these things.

To some extent, the short average lifespan of ancient people is closely related to these factors.

Therefore, when the doctor proposed this idea, Jing Li was the first to raise his hand in agreement.

Others wouldn't understand this, but he, having come from the modern era, understood firsthand the benefits of physical fitness. Qin Zhao had practiced martial arts before, but since being poisoned, he had stopped. Aside from the occasional work in the fields, he had no other opportunities for exercise.

That definitely won't work.

Qin Zhao wasn't used to this, but since his husband had agreed, he had no reason to object. This was reflected in his life, as his husband would accompany Qin Zhao for a jog along the mountain path every morning.

The air in the mountains is fresh and the temperature is just right in the early morning. After running, you can go to the fields to water the vegetables. Everything is arranged very clearly.

Qin Zhao's self-discipline is beyond doubt, but it was Jing Li who had problems first.

It's not entirely his fault.

Although the two had been together for such a long time, they were still young after all, and sleeping in the same bed every day was bound to cause some unexpected emotions. Whenever this happened, Qin Zhao would play a little trick and trick the kid into sleeping with Ah Qi.

That was what happened that night.

I won't go into too much detail about the process, but to sum it up, the two of them played a little too hard and didn't go to bed until almost dawn.

Of course I can’t get up for a morning run.

Qin Zhao actually woke up once when the roosters crowed in the courtyard. He stroked the soft, smooth back of the young man in his arms, closed his eyes, and kissed his hair: "Time to get up for a morning run."

"Hmm..." Jing Li's eyes were still red, and the small patch of skin on his shoulder was also stained with a faint red mark. He snuggled into Qin Zhao's arms as if he was afraid of the cold, and his voice sounded lazy and sleepy: "Don't bother me..."

Qin Zhao laughed softly: "Really not going?"

"No."

After each moment of tenderness, Jing Li would become unusually clingy. He buried his head in the crook of Qin Zhao's shoulder and mumbled, "I'll ask for leave and go tomorrow."

"I've been lazy several times..."

Qin Zhao's soft sigh came from above his head. Jing Li muttered something softly and soon fell asleep again.

This time I slept, but I had a nightmare.

The scenes in the dream were blurry and unclear. The autumn wind was bleak, people were wearing sackcloth and white, and they were singing country tunes that he couldn't understand. The tunes were long and wailing.

Jing Li woke up with a start at this tune.

The wailing tune from his dream was still echoing in his mind. He was in a trance for a long time before he heard someone calling him.

"Xiaoyu?" A gentle kiss fell on his face, warm and soothing. "Don't cry, I'm here."

cry?

Jing Li blinked, the mist in his eyes preventing him from seeing the person in front of him. He sat up suddenly and grabbed the person's hand: "...Qin Zhao?"

"I'm here, don't be afraid."

Jing Li hadn't woken up from the horrible nightmare yet. Tears kept falling down his face. He called out to him over and over again in a low, hoarse voice, "Qin Zhao...Qin Zhao..."

Very good.

You are still here.

At the critical point where dreams and reality intertwine, fear and sadness are so real. Jing Li threw herself into Qin Zhao's arms, sobbing aggrievedly: "I had a nightmare, wuwu..."

I had a nightmare that not only woke me up but also made me cry.

Qin Zhao thought her little husband was really cute.

It’s a pity that the atmosphere is not right now and he can’t laugh.

It took Jing Li about an incense stick of time to finally calm down. After waking up, he found that he had embarrassed himself again. He hid in the quilt for half an hour in self-abandonment, until his stomach growled with hunger, and then he ended his isolation.