Two hundred and sixteen
The sound of "Aying" almost scared Yu Ying to death.
Why did Fu Wei know her name?
She was very sure that in the past half month since she became Chen Liuniang, she had never told anyone that she had another name.
Yu Ying was extremely confused.
If it were something else, she might be able to remain calm, but this "Aying" was a name that came from a lifetime and a time and space away.
Perhaps, except herself, no one knew that she was not Chen Liuniang, but Yu Ying.
A soul from another world.
Not everyone can accept reincarnation.
Her head felt heavier and a dull pain welled up in her.
It was clearly only a few breaths, but it seemed like a long time had passed. She was still shocked, but her reason made her calm down.
Feigning doubt, she asked, "My Lord, are you calling me?"
But when her expression caught the eyes of the man opposite, her eyebrows trembled uncontrollably and twitched twice, and her breathing became much heavier. There were flaws everywhere.
Fu Wei raised his hand to straighten his wide sleeves. His hand, which had been on the axle, rested on his leg. He said calmly, "Let's go inside and talk."
Yu Ying secretly suppressed her shock, walked behind Fu Wei, changed the direction of Su Yu, and pushed it towards his master's house.
All the guest rooms in the inn have thresholds, except the one where Fu Wei lives. There is a very fresh mark on the ground, which shows that the threshold was obviously removed because Fu Wei was going to move in.
After pushing the person into the room and turning around to close the door, Fu Wei had already arrived at the table.
After most of the night, the bloody smell in the house had almost dissipated, but if you smelled carefully, you could still smell a faint scent of blood.
Yu Ying stepped forward and poured him a cup of tea.
Zhu Qi is in charge of things like tea and other things, so there is no need to worry about any problems.
Fu Wei took the teacup and said calmly, "Sit down."
Yu Ying: "I dare not."
Fu Wei raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
She doesn't dare?
The woman in the dream was not so timid.
He was sure that she was the woman who appeared in his dream, but why did the person in the dream become real and look different?
In the dream, I was attracted to this woman and fell deeply in love with her.
He wondered if, outside of his dreams, he would also be attracted to such an incredible woman.
"Sit down." He repeated.
Yu Ying was silent for two breaths, then wisely sat down opposite him.
People in high positions won't be polite to you.
Fu Wei: "Pour your own tea."
Yu Ying was silent for a moment, but still poured the tea as he wished. Since she was thirsty, she took a sip and then carefully put down the cup.
With his eyes lowered, his posture was indescribably gentle.
Fu Wei: "From now on, you will be my accompanying female doctor."
Not a concubine.
Yu Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"This servant obeys the orders of the Marquis."
As if to confirm the truth of what he said, Fu Wei rolled up his sleeves slightly, exposing his wrist and placed it on the table: "Take the pulse."
Yu Ying didn't know why Fu Wei called her "Aying" and now pretended as if he hadn't called her anything, as if he didn't care at all how much impact the word "Aying" would bring to her.
She raised her hand, looked at the man's wrist and hesitated for a moment, but still placed her fingertips on his pulse.
After a moment of silence, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Wei, whose expression was calm and indifferent. After meeting his gaze, he lowered his eyes again.
His face was so calm, why was his pulse beating so fast?
But after a few breaths, the pulse returned to normal, as if it was just an illusion.
She just pretended she knew nothing.
After taking the pulse of both hands, Yu Ying had some ideas in her mind, but she still had to observe other symptoms.
Out of habit, she subconsciously asked, "My Lord, could you please stick out your tongue for me to see?"
As he spoke, he looked up at Fu Wei, who was so handsome that he seemed out of this world. When he said the word "look", he almost bit his tongue.
Suddenly, for a moment, she felt that asking him to do this was like a blasphemy to him.
Fu Wei seemed to pause, but the next moment he slightly opened his thin lips without sticking out his tongue.
Naturally, Yu Ying didn't dare to do it again, so she had to lower her head and move a little closer to observe the condition of the tongue coating.
After looking for a while, I finally saw it clearly, but my eyes inadvertently saw the Adam's apple rolling up and down. When I raised my eyes slightly, I met those deep dark eyes.
She didn't know where this illusion came from, but the look in her eyes was like the deep sea at night. The surface of the sea looked calm, but in fact it was turbulent, trapping her, a lonely boat, in the middle of the sea. It seemed that if the boat moved, it would be swallowed by the sea.
The atmosphere is weird and awkward.
And what does this look mean, or has it always been like this?
After just two breaths, Yu Ying took two steps back, lowered her eyes, and spoke slowly, "The Marquis has many old illnesses. If he doesn't get treatment, his life span may be shortened."
Fu Wei has stomach problems, cold body and other diseases. If they are properly treated in the early stage, they will not have this pulse condition of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Ten years have passed since the beginning of the story. But six or seven years ago, Yuzhang had already entered the imperial city, and the head of the Zhou family had also ascended the throne. Fu Wei was now a high-ranking official of some status, so it was easy for him to ask the imperial physician to help him recuperate.
And any doctor with some medical skills can diagnose Fu Wei's illness.
If the patient had taken serious care of himself, his health would not be as bad as it is now. The most likely reason is that the patient did not cooperate.
In other words, he knows the condition of his body but doesn't want to treat it.
Although Yu Ying didn't know Fu Wei well and had only been with him for a day or two, she could still sense the aura of world-weariness lingering around him.
Fu Wei withdrew his hand and smoothed his sleeves: "Then you will treat it."
"If you need any medicine, please write down the prescription and have Zhu Qi get it. I'm tired, so please leave."
Yu Ying replied "yes" and left the room, still full of questions in her mind.
Why do you suddenly want to get treatment?
Also, what exactly is that "Aying"?
After returning to the last room, he frowned tiredly, washed his hands and face with cold water, changed his clothes, and lay down on the couch.
After a night of traveling, last night's shock, and another night of tension, Yu Ying felt sore all over and her head felt heavy. She wanted to figure out Fu Wei's situation, but her mind was like a ball of twine and she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried. She didn't know when she fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept when I vaguely heard someone knocking on the door. My whole body was sore and weak, and I felt like I was sleep-paralyzed. I wanted to get up but couldn’t. It seemed like I responded, but it also seemed like I didn’t.
*
It was almost dusk. Zhu Qi heard from the guard that he had knocked on Miss Chen's door twice but received no response, so he told his master.
Fu Wei slept lightly for two hours and woke up at noon.
Hearing what Zhu Qi said, he frowned slightly and quickly made a decision: "Knock on the door again. If there is no answer, pry the door open from the outside and ask the innkeeper to go in and take a look."
Zhu Qi left the room.
He walked to the outside of Chen Liuniang's house, raised his hand and knocked on the door for a while. He vaguely heard a low moan of pain coming from the house. He called "girl" several times in a hurry but still no one came to open the door, so he pried the bolt from the outside.
The shopkeeper's wife went in for a moment and then returned, saying anxiously, "This girl has a fever and is unconscious!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qi asked the guards to find a doctor, and then prepared to tell his master, but when he turned around, he saw his master just leaving the house.
The shopkeeper's wife's voice was quite loud. Obviously, the master also heard that Miss Chen had a fever.
Zhu Qi gave up his seat, and the guards placed triangular broken boards on the door thresholds on both sides to make it easier for the carriage to pass.
Zhu Qi pushed his master into the house, then retreated outside and said, "I've sent someone to find the doctor. He should be back in a moment."
Fu Wei nodded, and Zhu Qi closed the door, leaving only the two people lying on the couch and sitting on the sedan chair.
The bed curtains were not drawn, and Fu Wei immediately saw the woman with a flushed face lying on the couch.
He pursed his lips tightly, turned around and walked to the bed, stretched out his hand, and placed the back of his hand on the woman's forehead.
The body temperature is frighteningly hot.
When did you get sick?
Why is there no sign at all?
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, she suddenly pulled it away. The unconscious man suddenly burst into tears, which flowed from the corners of his eyes. He called out "Dad, Mom..." in an unconscious voice.
Very sad.
Fu Wei's gaze fell on his tightly clenched hand.
He didn't seem disgusted.
Just like when she took his pulse or asked him to speak.
But within two days, he had developed a certain curiosity about this woman. He was certain that the dreams had influenced him, but not entirely.
Curiosity began with a dream, but I was also amazed by her mysterious origin, skilled medical skills, and her calm and natural manner.
His deep gaze fell on the woman's face, which was not sleeping peacefully. After a long while, he said softly, "What is your connection with me?"
Why do I dream about it every day?
A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and the shopkeeper's wife's voice came: "Sir, I brought some water to cool the girl down."
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and the shopkeeper's wife brought the water to the stool outside the bed, went forward to undress the girl, paused, and suddenly closed her eyes.
He tried to pull his hand away, but it was held tightly, and his sobbing became much louder. His body froze for a moment, then he relaxed and did not try to pull his hand away forcefully.
The shopkeeper's wife noticed something and turned around to look. Seeing the nobleman with his eyes closed, she was secretly puzzled.
Isn't this girl the young lady of this young man? Why is she so distant?
The rustling sound of clothes rustling against each other reached his ears, somehow remarkably clear. His hand on the axle tightened its grip, and he unconsciously raised his chin, his throat rolling, and faint blue veins were visible on his neck.
At this moment, Fu Wei clearly realized that he also had desires.
He is a man with disabled legs, but he also has all the desires of a normal man.
For a moment, I felt extremely ironic.
He suddenly pulled his hand back, not wanting to touch the woman who aroused his desire again.
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