"Yichen, how is it?"
Looking at Han Yichen holding Si Chengfeng's hand and taking his pulse for a moment, with a serious look on his face, and not saying a word for a long time, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but ask.
Releasing the man's cold hand, Han Yichen tucked it back into the quilt and covered it. Even in the height of summer, the man lying on the bed was sweating profusely, his brows furrowed, and his face pale.
"I'm having a cold attack. This is not good."
Han Yichen's narrow, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye trembled slightly as his facial skin was pulled as he spoke, which was very charming and seductive. After tucking the corner of the quilt for the man on the bed, Han Yichen continued:
"This young master's body is infected with the cold poison, which he was born with. When it attacks, it is like being in a world of ice and snow, extremely cold. I believe he has suffered a lot over the years."
Hua Qingcheng didn't expect that Si Chengfeng, who looked so elegant when they met in the town yesterday, was actually so weak.
"Is there a solution?"
She recalled that back in the valley, Si Chengfeng had indeed mentioned that he had a cold body ailment, and that no medicine had cured him for years. Now, seeing the cold flare up in his face and the pain on his face, even if Hua Qingcheng had a heart of stone, she still felt a little sorry for him.
"There are two methods. One is acupuncture combined with herbal baths, and the other is long-term medication. However, this method is not very effective and takes a long time, at least three to five years. Most importantly, delaying it too long may affect his future offspring. Given his current condition, it is unknown whether he can wait."
"What about the other kind?"
After hearing what Han Yichen said, Yu Xiaotian on the side couldn't help but ask.
"The second is..."
Han Yichen cast his gaze towards Hua Qingcheng, his eyes flickered slightly, the tear mole at the corner of his eyes trembled slightly, and he said with an unclear expression:
"The second option is to marry a woman with a yang-dominant constitution like my wife to balance out the cold in his body. Then, with acupuncture and medication, it will only take about half a year, or no more than a year, for him to be indistinguishable from an ordinary person."
“Cough cough cough…”
Hua Qingcheng covered her lips with her fist and pretended to cough a few times. She didn't expect that the melon would fall on her head.
"Then why not ask his mother to find him a wife with a yang-dominant constitution?"
Apart from being much stronger than before, Hua Qingcheng didn't feel that there was anything else special about herself.
Han Yichen looked at Hua Qingcheng and smiled bitterly. "A woman with my wife's physique is rare in a thousand years. At least according to medical texts, she has never appeared in the history of Laifeng."
Is it so rare?
Upon hearing this, Mu Lige, Situ Ye and Yu Xiaotian all turned their eyes to Hua Qingcheng.
Mu Lige took Hua Qingcheng's arm, feeling a little pain in his heart, but he still said solemnly: "Wife, since you two have already had physical contact, why don't you take him in as your fifth husband? This will be a good place for him."
"What are you talking about?"
Hua Qingcheng pulled out her arm, put her arm around Mu Lige's waist, and brought him closer to her. She raised her head, pinched his face as if punishing him, and said:
"There's nothing between him and me. He was attacked by wolves and drowned. I just happened to save him when I passed by."
Hua Qingcheng hadn't realized at that moment that this was ancient times, and the strict rules of separation between men and women were far more important than she had imagined. What she considered to be a normal physical contact in order to save someone was, in this place, enough to ruin a man's reputation.
"But……"
"No buts! Mu Lige, are you dissatisfied with your wife's performance and want to change her?"
Mu Lige, who had already started having sex, still felt a pain in his waist. He immediately understood what Hua Qingcheng said. His cheeks flushed and his ears turned slightly red. He raised his fist and punched Hua Qingcheng's arm. Being interrupted by her like this, he seemed to have forgotten something important.
Si Chengfeng, who had just woken up slowly in bed, had heard what several people said. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Mr. Si, are you awake?"
Seeing Si Chengfeng struggling to get up, Mu Lige broke free from Hua Qingcheng's hand and went forward to help him sit up against the headboard. He had just discovered that this man was the same one they had met at the town market yesterday.
"Thank you all for saving my life and your kindness. Chengfeng is deeply grateful. However, with my humble appearance, it is difficult for me to match your talent and beauty. Chengfeng dare not make such a luxury."
Si Chengfeng wanted to get up and leave after he finished speaking, but Mu Lige held him down. "You are not feeling well right now, so stay here tonight. Tomorrow we will go to the east of the village to find Uncle Yu to take you back to town."
Seeing Hua Qingcheng nodded at him, Si Chengfeng gave up the idea of leaving at this time.
"In that case, I'm sorry to bother you all!"
After settling Si Chengfeng down, Hua Qingcheng and several of her husbands returned to the main hall to eat. Considering Si Chengfeng's physical condition, Han Yichen went back to the kitchen and made another bowl of medicinal porridge for him.
After dinner, the husbands went about their own business, but Hua Qingcheng pulled Mu Lige to the big tree in the front yard.
Due to her height disadvantage, Hua Qingcheng forced Mu Lige to sit on a large rock. Bending down, she cupped his handsome face and bit his lips. Her soft lips and tongue moved relentlessly over his angular lips, occasionally nibbling them, clumsy yet domineering. Only when the man beneath her began to breathe rapidly did Hua Qingcheng release him.
"This is the punishment!"
"Next time you push me to someone else, I will kill you right here."
Hua Qingcheng raised her hands to pinch Mu Lige's face, but Mu Lige pulled her into his arms, holding her half-lying on his lap. Immediately, a barrage of kisses descended on Hua Qingcheng's forehead, face, and lips...
If he could, why would he want to push her to someone else? But it was common for women in Laifeng Country to have three husbands and four concubines. How could he expect her eyes to stay on only him from beginning to end?
However, since he chose to stay by her side as his wife, he would have to accept the fact that her arms would eventually rest on other men. But as long as she had him in her heart, he would be content and have no regrets.
The two of them cuddled under the moon for quite a while before going back to bathe and rest.
In the middle of the night, a few cuckoo calls were heard in the quiet mountain village.
A dark figure flashed out from the east wing of the Hua family's old house and jumped out of the courtyard wall nimbly.
The night breeze was cool, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and under the cold moonlight, the silver silk-like river flowed.
On the grass by the river, a man with a black scarf covering his face and wearing a black nightgown was kneeling on one knee, facing a tall, slender man.
"master!"
"What is it?"
"Lord Gongsun is urging you to return."
"Oh……"
Mu Lige, dressed in a dark brocade robe, had a faint sneer on his face:
"I am already useless, and uncle, please don't waste your time on me."
Under the moonlit night sky, the man's eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes sharp and cold. His nose was straight, his lips angular and sharp. His cascading hair was tied up high, secured with a suet jade crown. He exuded the immense pressure of a superior, his inky court attire accentuating his aloofness and aloofness, a noble aura beyond words. Where was the softness and humility of the Hua family's senior official?
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