Chapter 74 Concealing the truth, leaning down and trapping people in their arms (male and female protagonists...
"Poisoned?" He was perfectly fine, how could he be poisoned? "Let's go to the study and talk."
Qing Jian only had some knowledge of medicine and was not an expert. He carefully felt his pulse in the study and could only confirm that his body showed signs of poisoning, but he could not figure out what kind of poison it was.
Pei Huaijin thought about his wound that had never healed, and guessed that it must be because the arrow that shot him that day in Nanyu Garden was poisoned, but even the imperial physician didn't see it at the time.
Nine days had passed before he began to feel unwell. I guess the poison wasn't very strong, or maybe he wasn't infected much and wasn't poisoned too deeply.
"Come on, accompany me to the clinic."
After going to three clinics in a row, none of them could determine what poison he had been poisoned with. Pei Huaijin, who had been optimistic at first, felt his heart sink a little bit.
His intuition told him that this poison was not simple.
Finally, at the fourth clinic, an old doctor found out that the patient had been poisoned by a very rare poison. This poison is secretive and difficult to detect during poisoning. Its onset is slow and it will not kill a person, but it will silently erode the body, causing the body to become increasingly weak and eventually bedridden.
It seems that this poison was indeed tailor-made for Xie Heng. After all, a weak and bedridden grandson of the emperor is bound to wear out the emperor's patience and eventually lose his majesty's favor.
Unfortunately, this poison is not fatal, so even if the mastermind behind it is discovered in the future, the other party will not be punished too severely.
The intention is really sinister.
Pei Huaijin asked him if he had any way to detoxify. The doctor shook his head and said it was too late: "If the poisoning had just occurred, there would be a way to detoxify it after three days. But you have been poisoned for nine days. You can only take medicine to relieve the symptoms. Try to take care of yourself. Maybe..."
The doctor sighed and comforted him, "Look at it from a positive perspective. Fortunately, it was discovered. If it hadn't been discovered and the poison had been allowed to spread, I'm afraid your body would have collapsed in three to five months. If you take medicine and recuperate now, you should be able to live a normal life in the next three to five years without any problems..."
Three years? Five years?
Even five years later, he was not yet thirty years old. Shen Youran was still very young, but he had become a sickly sick man who had lost the ability to take care of himself.
Perhaps it was because I had already guessed this while on the way to seek medical treatment, so when I first heard the doctor say these words, the first thing that came to my heart was not fear, but absurdity.
It was clearly just an arrow that hit Xie Heng, the wound was only three inches, and it didn't affect anything. He could still live his life as usual and his body was fine, but he was suddenly told that he didn't have many days left to live.
It was as if God had suddenly played a joke on him.
It's just that this joke isn't funny at all.
"Although there's no antidote right now, there might be one in a few years. My dear, you should relax and not let yourself get depressed..."
The doctor's words of excuse were like a wisp of smoke drifting past his ears, so light that Pei Huaijin didn't listen to them at all.
After coming out of the clinic, he got on the carriage in silence and did not say a word all the way until the carriage returned to the gate of Pei Mansion. Only then did Pei Huaijin's panic subside a little.
He looked at the herbs in Qing Jian's hand and said, "Tell them that you want to take these medicines. Keep the fact that I'm poisoned a secret for now."
"Yes, my dear."
*
Yunzhiyuan.
Shen Youran sat in front of a table full of dishes, holding her chin and waiting for Pei Huaijin to come back for dinner.
No one knew where he had gone. After dinner was delivered, Shen Youran asked Danruo to go to the study to look for him, but he was nowhere to be found. She asked the servants in the mansion, and they said that they saw him take Qingjian out together.
Since he didn't leave any message for her before he went out, he should be back soon.
So Shen Youran thought about waiting for him to come back and have dinner together.
Who knew that this wait would last more than an hour.
The food was cold and heated up, and then cold again, and was taken away and heated up three times. Shen Youran was really hungry, so he asked Danruo to give him some and ate it himself first.
Afterwards, he took a pear and went to Pei Huaijin's study to look through the detailed list of items that needed to be purchased for the New Year that was submitted by the housekeeper today.
I had just eaten half of the pear when the door of the study was pushed open.
Pei Huaijin untied his cloak, shook off the cold air, and walked in.
"where have you been?"
"I went to the clinic with Qing Jian."
"I left some dinner for you. Ask someone to heat it up..."
"No need," Pei Huaijin really had no appetite at the moment, "I've eaten outside."
Shen Youran twitched her nose and said to him in feigned anger, "Okay, you're going out to eat something delicious without calling me?"
"Well, I'll take you with me next time." Pei Huaijin walked to her side, turned her body around with one hand, leaned down, and trapped her in his arms.
Shen Youran leaned against the table, took a bite of the pear, and noticed that his eyes looked strange.
Strangely affectionate.
According to her experience, when he looked at her with those eyes that could drown someone, he would most likely...
"Are pears delicious?" he asked suddenly.
"Mm, very sweet," Shen Youran handed the half-eaten pear to his lips, "Try it."
He often ate her leftovers anyway.
But he didn't bite the pear. Instead, he took it, put it on the table, and his eyes fell on her lips.
As she expected, he kissed her the next moment.
Maybe it was too cold outside, his lips were icy cold, and they were trembling a little when they touched mine. As he rubbed against me, his tongue slipped in, creating a sensation of ice and fire.
Shen Youran thought it was just an ordinary kiss, tilted her head back, and endured it obediently.
It was quite gentle at first, but gradually, the trembling faded away, the strength between his lips and teeth gradually increased, and the breath spraying on her face became disordered.
As their breaths entangled, the sweetness of the pear had been snatched away by him, and her mouth was filled with his taste. Shen Youran tilted her head so high that her neck ached, and pushed him away: "Stop kissing me, I have things to do tonight."
Pei Huaijin lowered his eyes and looked at the lips that had turned pink from his kisses, and were opening and closing: "What do you want to do?"
"Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I need to buy a lot of things. I have to decide on it tonight."
"Okay." Pei Huaijin put his arm around her waist and pulled her up. Her body left the stool, but she sat on his lap again in an instant. "Look, I'm here with you."
His big hands were around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her ears, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.
Shen Youran inexplicably felt that he seemed a little different tonight. He was not so clingy in the past: "Don't you have anything to do?" Didn't he say that he had official business to deal with?
"No rush."
How could Pei Huaijin have the energy to handle official business at this moment? Someone like him, who always thinks ten steps ahead, knew he had been poisoned by an incurable poison. On his way back, he had even decided where he would be buried after his death.
A layer of sadness filled my heart: I can only hold her like this and live a normal life for a few years...
Shen Youran didn't know what he was thinking at the moment. She only knew that he had always been strict with himself and knew his limits better than anyone else. Since he said he was not in a hurry, he definitely was not in a hurry, and she didn't need to worry too much about him.
So she concentrated on looking at the detailed list again.
She counted the number of people in the mansion and found that the quantities of some items on the detailed list did not match, so she used a pen dipped in cinnabar to make corrections.
Someone remained silent, sometimes watching her write, sometimes turning his head to look at her face. Her pen was writing and drawing on the paper, and his hands were also writing and drawing on her body.
I don't know when he lifted up the hem of her skirt and piled it around her waist. His big hands became more and more dishonest.
Shen Youran turned her head to scold him, but the moment she turned her head, she was kissed by him.
"Oh, don't bother me..."
"Yeah, okay." He agreed, but his hands didn't stop moving.
Ever since he teased her last time in the study, he seemed to like using this method to arouse her interest.
Shen Youran only had two pages left to read. She freed one hand and twisted his leg: "Bear with it for a while, we'll go back to the dormitory later..."
She quickened her pace in grading, and he also became busy, rustling around.
When there was only one page left to read, his body suddenly flew into the air for a moment, and when he sat back down, he was firmly pinned down.
"You..." Because her feet suddenly jumped off the ground, her body was a little unstable, and even the wolf hair brush in her hand shook. The cinnabar she had just dipped in made a red ink ball on the paper. She said dissatisfiedly, "Can't you wait for me a little longer?"
"Sorry." He pressed against her from behind. "I won't move. You write slowly."
Is this a constant problem?
How could she keep the pen steady with such a strong sense of foreignness?
She wrote with trembling hands, and the words she wrote looked like a worm crawling.
"No, I can't write like this..."
His long arms came up and he held her hand, leaning forward a little: "I'll help you write."
Shen Youran was forced to lower himself a little, and his penetration became deeper.
Finally, he held her hand and finished marking the last page of the detailed list stroke by stroke.
He took the wolf-hair brush and placed it on the pen stand, then he hugged her and stood up.
Shen Youran's feet finally touched the ground, but she couldn't stand up straight because he was holding her waist. She could only support herself with her arms on the table and watch the cinnabar-tainted ink remaining in the clay inkstone, rippling out circles of it.
On the table, in a sky-blue vase with string patterns, a few plum blossoms were inserted diagonally. They were the ones Shen Youran had just cut this afternoon. The plum blossoms in the yard had been blooming for many days, and their blooming period was about to end, and they had begun to wither. She had finally found a few branches that had not yet withered, and placed them in the warm vase, so that she could enjoy them for a few more days.
However, it now seems that these plum blossoms can no longer be saved. The petals swirl down as the table shakes, landing on the plain silk cloth on the table, a pink and white patch, like a handful of fine snow.
Then Shen Youran was turned over and lay on these petals that exuded a cold fragrance.
The door of the study was suddenly blown open by the wind, and the cold wind howled in, blowing some flower petals off the desk.
Shen Youran shuddered and asked in surprise, "You didn't unbolt the door?"
Pei Huaijin paused: "I forgot."
When he came, he was in a trance and had no intention of doing such a thing, so he closed the door casually without bolting it.
But his heart felt empty, as if a piece of it had been dug out, and it urgently needed to be filled with something so that he wouldn't be so panicked and in pain, so he couldn't wait to be wrapped by her.
I didn't expect the wind to be so strong tonight that it blew the door open.
Shen Youran pushed him: “Go and close the door quickly.”
"Okay." He agreed, but he didn't rush to leave and close the door. Instead, he leaned over, picked up her soft arms, and wrapped them around his neck. Then he supported her waist and picked her up.
Shen Youran let out a low cry and instinctively circled him: "You are crazy."
She wasn't a frail person, so hanging on him like this would have required a lot of weight from his arms. It would have been fine in the past, but now his shoulder wound hadn't healed yet, and if he exerted so much force, wouldn't the wound burst?
"Put me down quickly. Your wounds can't withstand it."
The wound had indeed burst open, but Pei Huaijin now felt that it didn't matter if more blood shed. Perhaps if more blood shed, the poison in his body would be reduced a little.
So Shen Youran came to the door of the room, swinging like a pendant along with the jade pendant on his waist.
When the door was closed, she was also pushed against the door panel.
Shen You then realized that something seemed to be wrong with him today, so he held his face and asked him, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
He refused to answer and blocked her mouth from questioning.
*
Perhaps because she had been taking care of the housework these days, Shen Youran, who used to not like to use her brain, now habitually thinks more when encountering things.
What's more, Pei Huaijin is her husband, and she is the one who can best detect the subtle changes in the person beside her.
Although he looked no different from his usual self, and was even stricter with himself, insisting on exercising every morning even though he had a shoulder injury, Shen Youran even felt that he was too strict with himself.
He was definitely hiding something from her.
But no matter how she asked, he just smiled and said it was nothing and told her not to think too much about it.
The more he told her not to think too much, the more Shen Youran thought about it.
That day he said he accompanied Qingjian to the clinic, but something seemed amiss after he came back. Could it be that Qingjian’s health was not good again?
So Shen Youran asked Dan Ruo to keep an eye on Qing Jian, and sure enough, she found that Qing Jian had started taking medicine again, one dose each morning and evening.
It was obvious that before, all I needed was some medicinal food.
It seems that Qingjian’s condition is really getting worse again.
But this isn't quite right.
Thinking back to the last time Qing Jian got into trouble, Pei Huaijin had kept it a secret from her because he had something on his mind and was absent-minded, even a little cold towards her at night.
But this time was different. After that day, he became increasingly attached to her, often holding her waist until three in the morning. In just a few nights, they had almost finished studying all those pornographic books.
Shen Youran really couldn't understand why Pei Huaijin kept pressing her to ask for things at night when Qing Jian was in trouble.
Something is wrong, something is wrong, very wrong. It is definitely not as simple as Qing Jian being in trouble.
I must have thought of something wrong.
Shen Youran knew that he couldn't figure this out on his own. After the New Year, he was not so busy anymore, so he took the time to go find Qing Jian and find out what was going on.
She brought a pot of warm wine for Qingjian to warm up.
Qing Jian declined, saying that he was taking medicine recently and should not drink alcohol.
Shen Youran decided to trick him: "Actually, my husband told me..."
Qing Jian was stunned: "My husband told you?" Didn't he say he wanted to keep it a secret?
"He didn't say much, but I think the situation is more serious than he said." Shen Youran stared into Qing Jian's eyes. Seeing his evasive gaze, she asked, "Qing Jian, I've always treated you as my family. Last time I got into trouble, you risked your life to protect me. I don't know how grateful I am. I don't want you to keep this kind of thing from me..."
If something really happened to Qing Jian, as someone who had once received great favors from him, she should do something for him in the days to come.
Qing Jian originally felt bad for her husband having to bear this matter alone, and after hearing her heartwarming words about treating her like a family member, she felt guilty for a moment: "Madam, I promised my husband to keep this a secret..."
This sentence meant that as long as she tried harder, she would be able to make him tell the truth.
"Are you going to hide this from me too?" Shen Youran pretended to be disappointed. "You really don't consider me one of your own."
"No, Young Madam." Ever since the time she went to the clinic to see him, he had completely accepted her as the Young Madam.
Well, since the husband has already told her something, he might as well say a little more and let her figure out the rest herself.
"In fact, my dear, your health... can only last for three to five years..."
This time it was Shen Youran's turn to be stunned: it wasn't Qing Jian who was in trouble, but Pei Huaijin.
"So...what about three to five years from now?"
"After three to five years, it won't work anymore."
"What do you mean it's no longer possible?"
"Young Madam, please don't ask me any more. This is all I can tell you." Qing Jian felt uneasy after betraying her husband. She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. "Young Madam, just keep it to yourself. Don't tell me I told you."
"Okay, thank you." Shen Youran stood up in a daze and left Qing Jian's residence.
Dan Ruo and Qing He were waiting outside. Seeing their daughter coming out as if she had lost her soul, they hurriedly asked with concern, "Young Madam, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." Shen Youran waved his hand and dissipated all the way. After returning to Yunzhiyuan, he forced a smile on his face.
"Oh, it's no big deal." She patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
Before meeting Qing Jian, she guessed the worst and thought that Qing Jian would not live long. Unexpectedly, Qing Jian was fine and it was Pei Huaijin's health that had problems.
Seeing Qing Jian's evasive look, Shen Youran recalled the day at the Shen family when Liang Xu had told her that he had heard the doctor say that Pei Huaijin was inhumane.
His expression was serious at the time, and he even dared to say it in front of Pei Huaijin, so it really didn't seem like he was lying.
Indeed, it seems now that he did not lie. Qing Jian has confirmed that Pei Huaijin's body can only last three to five years.
So after three to five years, her husband became inhumane.
No wonder he has been asking for so much at night these days. It turns out he is afraid of not having enough food to eat.
Really, your health is already in such a bad condition, and you still go for acupuncture. Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to have children in three years?
Shen Youran was both angry and amused at the same time.
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The author has something to say: This is a sweet story, there is definitely a way to cure the male protagonist's poison, don't worry.
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