Chapter 48 Let’s go back together
On the way back, Xiao Zhinian suddenly remembered that Shen Zhejiang addressed Zhao Xiaosi in a way that was a bit too intimate, so he asked, "Why did you take such good care of Zhao Xiaosi?"
Shen Zhejiang did not hide it from him and said frankly: "He once studied under me and learned to read and write."
Xiao Zhinian's tone was so sour that it almost made one's teeth fall out: "What kind of big characters can a little brat like him recognize? He's not even as good as me."
Shen Zhejiang said: "Although he is not as talented as you, he is more diligent and hardworking than you. He can recite the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" at a young age. When you were his age, you couldn't even recognize all the characters in the Three Character Classic."
"I didn't -"
"Cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
A thrilling cough interrupted Xiao Zhinian.
Shen Zhejiang could no longer hold on and kept coughing on the street. He had not recovered from a serious illness and had not had a good rest due to Zhao Xiaosi's disappearance and he had been busy for a long time, so his old illness recurred.
Xiao Zhinian's face changed with shock, and he immediately picked up Shen Zhejiang and ran to his home. When passing by Han's house, he remembered Han Weiwei and rushed in without saying a word.
"Master Xiao?"
Han Weiwei was placing a small stool in front of the kitchen at that time, bending over to pick vegetables from the basin of water, but was so frightened by the sudden appearance of Xiao Zhinian that she almost overturned the basin.
“Ahem!”
Han Weiwei heard the cough and then saw the person in his arms. She couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What happened to Mr. Shen?!"
Xiao Zhinian looked stern and said simply, "If something unexpected happens on the road, saving people is the first priority."
"Let's talk inside."
Half an hour later, Han Weiwei pulled out the last needle, put it back into the needle bag, and let out a long breath, finally stopping Shen Zhejiang's cough.
Xiao Zhinian stood by the bed. Seeing that he had finally calmed down, he felt relieved and asked anxiously, "What's going on? Why does my husband keep coughing?"
Han Weiwei put the needle bag into the wooden medicine box, her beautiful eyes filled with solemnity: "Mr. Shen's foundation is worse than that of ordinary people, plus he was injured last time and overworked, which affected his foundation."
"Ahem...I'm fine."
Shen Zhejiang looked very tired. He sat up and signaled Xiao Zhinian not to worry.
Han Weiwei said, "Mr. Shen's condition needs your attention. I don't know who you two are torturing. You have no peace every day and come to my daughter's house every other day."
Shen Zhejiang noticed something, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Zhinian was afraid that Han Weiwei might let the cat out of the bag, so he immediately said, "Thank you very much, Miss Han. I will repay you double in the future."
“Forget it, I’ll make the medicine for Mr. Shen, and Mr. Xiao should remember to drink the medicine.”
"......"
It's over now.
Even if Xiao Zhinian jumped into the Yellow River, he could not wash himself clean.
As expected, when Chen Zhejiang saw Han Weiwei leave, he immediately came to question her, his face gloomy: "So you were at Miss Han's house during the few days you disappeared, right?"
"Uh...let me explain."
Xiao Zhinian had no choice but to explain everything to Shen Zhejiang in detail. In order to prevent him from misunderstanding him, he added another sentence at the end.
"I'm dizzy, what else can I do? I've been keeping my virginity for my husband and I've never messed around with other women!"
Shen Zhejiang: “…” Forget it, there’s nothing to be angry about. It only makes him look petty.
If he continues to be so calculating, he will have a hard time in the future when Xiao Zhinian's harem is filled with beauties.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
After both of them finished their medicine and tossed and turned all night, Xiao Zhinian and Shen Zhejiang bid farewell to Han Weiwei and returned home, already falling asleep.
"Sir, take a nap. I'll be on guard here."
The night deepened and the coolness spread like an ocean.
Xiao Zhinian couldn't help but yawn, and covered Shen Zhejiang with a quilt. Just as he was about to get up and blow out the candle, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled.
Thinking that Shen Zhejiang still had something for him to do, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Zhejiang rarely relied on others. Perhaps it was because of the thought that Xiao Zhinian would share his love for him with others sooner or later that his fingers holding Xiao Zhinian gradually became hot, and he said something awkward: "...Come up, you are tired too."
With a creaking sound, the foot of the bed sank several inches.
Xiao Zhinian said nothing, and didn't even bother to care about the candlelight. He just squeezed into Shen Zhejiang's bed, which could only accommodate one person.
The bed was too small, and their bodies were very close, almost in a hug, like two floating souls comforting each other and burning each other's warmth.
Xiao Zhinian rested his chin on the top of Shen Zhejiang's head. The fragrance of the medicine gradually relaxed his tense body. He closed his eyes as if at ease. His voice became very light, almost whispering: "Zhejiang..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
Shen Zhejiang responded to him.
"Zhejiang."
"......I am here."
Xiao Zhinian called out Shen Zhejiang's name over and over again. Fortunately, Shen Zhejiang was also very patient and responded to him over and over again without getting tired of it.
The wooden window was blown open by the night wind, and the only candlelight on the table suddenly went out, plunging into darkness.
However, at this moment, it is not silent.
"Zhejiang, I want to go back to the capital."
Xiao Zhinian's voice was so soft that it sounded like the whispering in a dream.
Shen Zhejiang paused for a moment and moved closer to Xiao Zhinian: “You’ve been out of the palace for a long time, it’s time for you to go back.”
All the events of the past month flashed before Shen Zhejiang's eyes like a kaleidoscope. It turned out that so much time had passed without him noticing. It seemed that Xiao Zhinian was really tired.
"Let's go back together... okay?"
This time, Shen Zhejiang could not give a timely answer. He remained silent for a long time, so long that the sound of Xiao Zhinian's even and shallow breathing could be heard in his ears.
Xiao Zhinian fell asleep.
But Shen Zhejiang was still awake. He raised his head in Xiao Zhinian's arms and was able to touch Xiao Zhinian's chin.
The moonlight poured in, and he saw that Xiao Zhinian was not sleeping very soundly, with a slight frown on his brows.
What did you dream about?
Shen Zhejiang wanted to ask him something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't ask anything.
He then reached out his hand from under the quilt, placed it on Xiao Zhinian's frowned brow, and rubbed it lightly.
If he were in Luocheng, he could still boldly touch Xiao Zhinian, because no one here knew about his past with Xiao Zhinian, but the situation in Beijing was very different.
Besides, he had promised Han Zitang that he would never set foot in the capital again.
I was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night.
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