Chapter 26 This King Wants to Call Him That Too
The sky was getting darker, and the howling north wind was getting stronger.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Wenqin felt that the world in front of her eyes began to become blurry and her consciousness gradually faded. His body was getting heavier.
Suddenly, with a "thump", he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell straight to the ground.
Jing Siye, who was inside the house, felt his heart tighten when he heard the sound. Without thinking too much, he rushed out, picked up Zhu Wenqin and rushed into the house, shouting:
"Hurry, light up the stove."
There was an unprecedented urgency and panic in his voice. Then, he shouted to the attendant beside him:
"Bring me my cloak."
Chen Lian happened to walk in after finishing her work. Seeing the chaos in the house and knowing the whole story, she immediately turned to Xue Nian and said:
"Guard Xue, quickly go and boil a few buckets of hot water, add some dried basil, and let Guard Zhu soak in the tub to drive away the cold. Qi Feng, go to the kitchen and boil some ginger soup, the sooner the better."
Jing Siye quickly replied: "Yes, just do as Chen Lian said, and hurry up!"
"Yes, Your Highness." Xue Nian and Qi Feng did not dare to delay for even a second. After receiving the order, they turned around quickly and left quickly.
Jing Siye wrapped Zhu Wenqin tightly with his cloak, then grabbed his hands, rubbed them in his own, and kept calling Zhu Wenqin's name.
His voice was trembling and urgent, and his usual dignity was gone.
Zhu Wenqin still did not respond, and her whole body felt like a sieve.
Jing Siye looked at his face which was as pale as paper, his eyes became red with heartache and he regretted it deeply.
After a while, hot water was hurriedly poured in, and Zhu Wenqin regained some consciousness. She saw that she was in Jing Siye's arms, and tried to struggle to get up, but Jing Siye held her tighter.
Zhu Wenqin murmured aggrievedly: "I don't want you to hold me, put me down."
His eyes filled with tears, threatening to overflow.
Jing Siye's eyes were filled with heartache: "It's my fault, can you warm yourself up before losing your temper?"
After Jing Siye ordered everyone to leave, he was about to help him take off his clothes. Zhu Wenqin blushed and subconsciously grabbed his clothes and said:
"I can do it myself."
"You can't even stand steadily, I will help you."
Jing Siye started to untie his belt without saying anything. The disparity in power between the two was too obvious.
Zhu Wenqin's resistance was nothing but an ant trying to shake a tree in front of him.
As the belt was untied, the clothes slipped off one by one, and Zhu Wenqin's fair skin was exposed to the air without reservation.
Jing Siye's breathing stagnated for a moment and he swallowed involuntarily.
His gaze stayed on Zhu Wenqin for a moment, then moved away.
He suppressed some complicated emotions in his heart, lifted up Zhu Wenqin's body, and slowly put him into the bathtub that had been prepared long ago.
When Zhu Wenqin's body touched the warm water, his originally tense body suddenly relaxed, and a comfortable warmth instantly enveloped him.
He closed his eyes slightly and took a long breath.
The mist rose slowly, enveloping him in it, like a dream.
Jing Siye sat next to the bathtub, his eyes involuntarily falling on Zhu Wenqin again.
Under the steam, Zhu Wenqin's originally fair face turned a faint red, looking delicate and charming.
At this moment, her blush became even more intense because of shyness, and even her moist lips exuded an alluring color.
Jing Siye looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, his breathing gradually became heavy and his eyes became hot.
Such a beautiful person, I really want to kiss her regardless of the consequences.
Zhu Wenqin noticed Jing Siye's gaze and turned his head away in panic, trying to avoid the look that made him flustered.
Jing Siye came back to his senses instantly and realized that he had such a ridiculous thought at such a moment. He secretly regretted his loss of composure.
In order to hide his inner panic, Jing Siye coughed lightly with a guilty conscience, his voice slightly tense:
"Guard Zhu, I'll be waiting behind the screen. Come in later."
After saying this, he hurriedly stood up and walked around the screen eagerly.
After an incense stick of time, the sound of water splashing came from the bathtub. Jing Siye, who was sitting outside the screen waiting, moved his ears slightly and sensed that the little guy inside had finished his bath.
He quickly stood up, walked around the screen eagerly, and headed towards the bathtub.
When Zhu Wenqin heard the footsteps, she was startled and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the bathrobe next to her to cover her body.
Jing Siye approached and saw his nervous look. He couldn't help but laugh and said jokingly:
"It's not like you haven't seen it before, why are you so nervous? Hurry up and put on your clothes, or you won't catch a cold again."
After saying that, she took the bathrobe from his hand and put it on Zhu Wenqin without even looking away.
Zhu Wenqin complained in her heart:
[It's not you who made me like this,]
【Hypocritical villain】
Jing Siye shook his head and sighed in his heart: There's really nothing I can do about you.
Then he picked him up horizontally, walked out from behind the screen, and placed him on his bed.
After feeding her ginger soup, Jing Siye gently tucked in the quilt for Zhu Wenqin, making sure every corner was tightly covered, and then he lay down on his side beside her.
Zhu Wenqin had just finished drinking ginger soup, and her face was still a little hot. She looked at Jing Siye with hazy eyes, and her voice was a little weak and hesitant:
"My Lord, this is your bed, I can't..."
Before he could finish his words, Jing Siye raised his index finger and gently pressed it on his lips. The warmth from his fingertips startled Zhu Wenqin.
"Qin'er, don't call yourself 'little one' in front of this king anymore."
Jing Siye's voice was low and gentle, his eyes full of doting.
Zhu Wenqin didn't understand what was going on for a while, and was stunned for a long time before she asked in confusion:
"My Lord, what should I call myself?"
"Just call me Qin'er. This name sounds nice. I like it. I want to call you that, too. Okay?"
Jing Siye leaned closer and fixed his eyes on Zhu Wenqin.
When Zhu Wenqin heard this, his eyes instantly became moist. He slowly lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and began to sob softly.
Seeing this, Jing Siye's heart skipped a beat and he panicked. He thought his words had made Zhu Wenqin feel uncomfortable, so he quickly apologized:
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. If Qin'er doesn't like it, I won't call you like that."
Zhu Wenqin lowered his head even lower, his hair hiding his expression. He shook his head vigorously, crying and saying:
"It's Qin'er's fault."
The crying voice made Jing Siye feel heartbroken. He reached out and gently pulled the quilt down a little, and said softly:
"What's wrong with Qin'er? Qin'er is very good."
Zhu Wenqin took a deep breath, as if mustering up her courage, and said slowly:
"Qin'er came to the prince on purpose."
Jing Siye understood, but at this moment he still pretended to be surprised, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Qin'er, tell me, what is going on?"
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