Chapter 433 You seem to have a fever.
Dai Junliang was taken aback, wondering why he suddenly asked this question.
But he immediately said, "Fufeng has a relatively abundant water source, so the government doesn't have any wells. However, some wealthy people in the city have dug a few wells, about seven or eight households in total."
Yuwen Ye asked, "Can all of these, together, supply the water needs of the soldiers and civilians in the city?"
Dai Junliang immediately shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work. Especially since the general brought tens of thousands of people with him this time, these few wells probably won't be enough."
"So, the soldiers and civilians in the city still have to fetch water from the river outside the city?"
"yes."
Dai Junliang grew increasingly puzzled as he spoke, looking at Yuwen Ye: "General, what is this—"
Yuwen Ye thought for a moment and said, "From today onwards, the task of fetching water from the city will be entirely handled by the soldiers. Try to prevent the people from leaving the city." Then, he said to Mu Xian, "This matter is entrusted to you. If you are fetching water from the river, remember to go upstream."
"yes."
Although Mu Xian readily agreed, he was just as puzzled as Dai Junliang. He wondered why Yuwen Ye suddenly became concerned about the water supply for the soldiers and civilians in the city when they were talking about the war. After Song Yu made such a scene, did he not care at all?
Cheng Qiao, standing to the side, couldn't help but whisper, "General, what about Lord Song—"
Yuwen Ye slowly stood up and calmly said, "Ignore him. From today onwards, strengthen the defenses of Fufeng. Do not launch any battles without my orders."
Everyone immediately responded, "Yes!"
After saying these words, Yuwen Ye walked out.
Just as he reached the entrance of the council hall, a cool night breeze blew in, sweeping away the summer heat. But for some reason, Yuwen Ye suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded, and hurriedly reached out to hold onto the door frame.
Upon seeing this, Mu Xian immediately stepped forward: "General, what's wrong?"
"..."
Yuwen Ye frowned and shook his head. He didn't feel anything unusual, except that the wind had been unusually cold just now.
Perhaps it's because they got soaked in the river during the day and haven't had time to dry themselves off yet.
He waved his hand and said, "It's alright, you can all go down and do your jobs."
The group had no choice but to obey and retreat.
After leaving the council hall, Yuwen Ye did not immediately return to his room to rest. Instead, he had his servants prepare hot water and bathing supplies. He took a thorough bath and changed into a clean long robe. By the time he returned to his room, it was almost midnight.
He finally began to feel a little tired.
To be honest, he has always been a tireless person. In the past, he had marched day and night for several days and then fought on the battlefield without feeling tired. But today—perhaps because the bloody battle with Xue Xian had taken its toll, he did feel a little powerless.
It's time for a good rest.
Thinking this, he had already reached the door and pushed it open.
A gust of cool wind suddenly rushed into the room from behind him, causing the candle on the table, which already had only a wick left and was gradually dying, to flicker and almost go out.
In the flickering light, he immediately spotted the slender, delicate woman who, no matter how tough he was on the outside, would involuntarily melt his heart the moment he saw her, sleeping soundly on the bed.
A few strands of hair fell from her temples, constantly brushing against her cheeks in the wind.
Seemingly feeling a little itchy, she rubbed her cheek uncomfortably on her elbow, still muttering as she drifted off to sleep.
Beside her was a bowl of strong, simmered medicine.
I saw it when I came over during the day.
Yuwen Ye walked over, looked down at her for a while, bent down, but instead of waking her up, he reached out and picked up the bowl, drank the thick, murky medicine in one gulp. The bitter taste immediately spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat and into his heart, so bitter that he couldn't help but frown.
But Yuwen Yuan didn't say anything and just put the bowl down.
Then he squatted down, placed his hands on her back, and then around her calves, gently lifting her up.
Shang Ruyi was not awakened at all, and curled up in his arms like a sleeping cat.
She let out another soft sigh and went back to sleep.
Seeing her half-face buried in his arms, her little mouth pouting, she looked strangely adorable compared to her usual feigned seriousness and quietness. Although Yuwen Ye was already a little sleepy, he stood still, looking down at her little face.
After a long pause, he chuckled softly.
Then raise your head and walk forward.
But just as he was about to reach the bedside, he suddenly felt dizzy again, and his hand went limp, almost causing Shang Ruyi to fall.
He tightened his grip and quickly held the person securely.
The sudden movement startled Shang Ruyi, who was in his arms, awake. She abruptly opened her eyes, seemingly still somewhat disoriented, staring at the handsome yet pale face before her. After a long pause, she finally uttered, "Feng Chen? You—"
Yuwen Ye let out a soft breath.
The dizziness he had just experienced nearly made him fall to the ground, but luckily he managed to steady himself and avoid dropping the person in his arms. However, he was also drenched in a cold sweat and was speechless for a moment.
Seeing his appearance, Shang Ruyi immediately sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong? You don't look well."
"...I feel a little dizzy."
"Dizzy? Are you feeling unwell?!"
Shang Ruyi hurriedly tried to break free from his embrace, saying, "The medicine I had Wo Xue brew was—"
Yuwen Ye frowned and hugged her tightly, saying in a deep voice, "Stop struggling."
"..."
"I drank the medicine."
"Um?"
Shang Ruyi was taken aback. She looked up over his shoulder and saw the empty bowl on the table. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him again: "You're back so late. The medicine must be cold by now. I took a sip when it was hot and it was very bitter. It must be even more bitter when it's cold."
Yuwen Ye gave a soft snort.
"Do you think everyone is like you, unable to endure hardship?"
As he spoke, he carried her to the bedside. Although he was mocking her, he was very gentle and slowly placed her on the bed. He immediately felt a little relieved and hurriedly turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.
For some reason, cold sweat was still pouring down my forehead.
He subconsciously reached out and wiped it with the back of his hand.
Could it be that today's battle really drained him so much that even holding this little woman made him feel a bit tired, and the repeated dizziness also left him somewhat at a loss?
What happened?
Just as Yuwen Ye reached out to wipe his forehead, a small hand reached out from behind him and gently wiped his forehead as well.
Yuwen Ye immediately turned around.
But after wiping his face, Shang Ruyi suddenly frowned and put her hand back on his face.
Then, Shang Ruyi's expression darkened.
"You seem to have a fever."
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