The feet before me were narrow and high-backed, appearing slender with shoes on but fleshy when unshoes off, with smooth, supple skin, pink toenails, and slightly upturned fingers...
Lord Gu swallowed hard, his mouth watering.
Forget it, I won't argue with a drunkard.
So, cursing and swearing, he picked up the unruly little drunkard and threw him onto the couch. He then quietly instructed the maid to bring in hot water and gently coaxed the little drunkard to change his clothes.
The young maidservant, head bowed and face flushed, quickly brought the hot water and then left.
Lord Gu was sweating profusely as he washed his wife's delicate feet, and after much coaxing, he finally managed to change her clothes, loosen her hair, and wipe her face.
He couldn't help but complain: "No wonder they say that only petty men and women are difficult to deal with. Why are they so troublesome?"
Although it was troublesome, I never had to rely on anyone else.
All because he was really worried.
My usually obedient wife gets drunk and throws a tantrum, which is both cute and infuriating, and she's also hard to please.
He really didn't want anyone else to suffer this torment.
Why?
Perhaps it's because he's kind-hearted.
If he were to marry someone else, the little drunkard's bottom would probably get a good spanking.
Lord Gu felt that there could be no better husband in the world than him, and a sense of pride arose in his heart, as if the burden on his shoulders had become even heavier.
Once you're married, things are definitely different from before.
After extinguishing the silver candle and holding the person firmly in his arms, Lord Gu let out a satisfied sigh.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep. You have no idea how much gossip I heard today. I was so angry that I wanted to kill someone. Mr. Songshan is adding fuel to the fire. How am I supposed to face people in the future? Will the brothers in the camp all think I'm no good?"
Lord Gu held Qin Yuan tightly, muttering about the troubles of a war god at the age of thirty.
"When can we consummate our marriage?"
I really want Qin Yuan to have a child soon to clear her name.
Those eerie gazes and cryptic smiles were truly unbearable.
However, according to Mr. Songshan, it is best not to have children in the next few years, and if one must have children, one must avoid the emperor's eyes.
But the troublesome Imperial Examination Office gave Lord Gu a headache just thinking about it.
Qin Yuangu stopped moving and fell asleep.
Lord Gu gently kissed the little drunkard's head and closed his eyes.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, several whistles suddenly sounded outside.
Lord Gu's hair stood on end: "..."
I wonder which fool dared to break into the Marquis's mansion at night.
Are they treating him like an easy target?
Lord Gu released his arms and placed the soundly sleeping Qin Yuan on the jade pillow. He jumped off the bed, grabbed his outer robe from the bench at the foot of the bed, and hurried out to instruct the maid on night watch to take good care of her. Only then did he rush like an arrow to the place where the whistle sounded.
The guards had already swarmed in, and the pine torches held high were burning brightly, surrounding the blood-soaked man who had nowhere to hide.
The blood-soaked man's hair was a messy, frizzy mess, with several knots. His tall body was barely supported by a wooden stick, and his legs trembled weakly, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.
Lord Gu was about to start cursing.
Is the Marquis of Dingbei's residence a place where just anyone can barge in?
"...Brother, brother, save me..."
The harsh tone and hoarse voice reached my ears.
Lord Gu was stunned.
The blood-soaked man's eyes blazed with a beast-like light. He stretched out his arm, staggered two steps toward him, and then fell to the ground.
"Yelü Xianyong".
Lord Gu finally recognized his half-brother from a different father and clan.
Without thinking twice, he rushed forward to support the man, crying out in anguish, "Brother, brother, what happened to you?"
What his hands touched were clothes soaked in blood and sweat, now cold and hard, and a burning hot body.
Although he harbored ulterior motives towards Yelü Xianyong, he also felt a sense of mutual respect and admiration. Lord Gu repeatedly pressed him, "Brother, tell me, who has harmed you like this?"
Yelü Xianyong's cracked lips slowly opened and closed: "...It was the young master...it was the young master who listened to slander and ordered someone to poison my wine, trying to kill me. I desperately escaped, but I didn't know where to go. Thinking of our past friendship, I wanted to say goodbye to you before I die."
It's truly pitiful to think that the happiest days of his life were spent in the Dingbei Marquis's mansion, and on his deathbed, the thing he couldn't let go of the most was the Dingbei Marquis, the enemy of his entire clan.
Yelü Xianyong stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky.
Even in the remote northern frontier, the moon is just as beautiful.
He came here to fulfill his final wish.
Whatever happens next, it's what he deserves.
Lord Gu was moved by the scene, and his eyes suddenly stung with tears.
He and Yelü Xianyong admired each other, not only because Yelü Xianyong was a hero, but also because their circumstances were so similar.
Although I had some plans, they unexpectedly came true.
It was precisely because it came true that Lord Gu was so saddened.
A single tear fell onto Yelü Xianyong's blood-stained face.
This tear warmed Yelü Xianyong's cold and lonely heart, giving him the strength to speak.
"To receive even a single tear from you, I would die without regret."
Lord Gu hurriedly said, "Good brother, why say such things? I will immediately invite the best doctor to treat you. Yelü Guzha will not tolerate you, and you no longer need to risk your life for him. Just stay here and take good care of yourself."
Yelü Xianyong had exhausted all his strength to come here, entrusted himself to the person he trusted most, smiled vaguely, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Lord Gu hurriedly ordered his men to carry him to the guest room, and then ordered Gu Shiba to quickly leave the mansion to invite Physician Li.
A curfew had been imposed, and the police had divided into several teams to patrol the streets to prevent anyone from committing crimes at night.
Gu Shiba took the Marquis's waist token and ran into the night.
Lord Gu paced back and forth outside the guest room to relieve his anxiety and unease.
After waiting for a very long time, I finally heard a flurry of footsteps outside the courtyard.
Physician Li's exasperated voice followed closely behind: "Be careful, old man, if you fall, who will prescribe medicine for him? You?"
Lord Gu felt a sense of relief.
With the arrival of Physician Li, Yelü Xianyong's life could be saved.
Physician Li arrived in a hurry, his hair haphazardly tied on top of his head, his clothes disheveled. Upon seeing Lord Gu, he didn't say much: "Where is he?"
Gu Jinghui personally opened the door and welcomed Doctor Li inside.
The room was filled with the smell of blood and Renhetang wound medicine. Yelü Xianyong's face was dark red, his lips were dry and cracked, and his lips had turned purple.
"...This, these are Yelü people?"
Doctor Li stopped in his hurried steps.
Gu Jinghui sensed something was wrong with his tone and his heart tightened. He quickly explained, "This is my brother from another ethnic group. He was poisoned by Yelü, the hostage, and risked his life to escape to see me. I'm so grateful for your help, Master."
Doctor Li approached, took her pulse, then looked her over. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Where is the lady?"
"...She's had too much to drink..." Gu Jinghui stammered, "If you need to wake her up, I'll go right now."
Doctor Li hurriedly waved his hand, his movements so fast they left afterimages: "No need. After I leave, ask her if she can prepare a spice specifically for treating the scorpion poison in the Gobi Desert. If this spice helps, he might recover. I'll prescribe some medicine to keep him alive. Whether he survives or not depends on him."
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