Cui Xingxing left, and Ah Fu brought the boiled medicine into the house. The warm house was instantly filled with the unique bitter smell of the medicine.
Xu Nuo was still sleeping, but his expression had relaxed. Perhaps he had been frozen just now, and now his face had regained some color.
"Master, shall I feed the young master his medicine?"
Ah Fu's festive face was filled with cautious tentativeness, and the next second the medicine bowl was taken away by the man beside the bed.
"Go find him some clean clothes."
He Ye scooped up a spoonful of medicine and blew it to his lips. Ah Fu had never seen his general so tender and affectionate, so he staggered and ran out quickly.
The sleeping boy was very well behaved, his cherry-colored lips slightly opened, and the spoon pressed down on them to pass the medicine over to him.
He Ye stopped him, let his head rest on his shoulder, and fed him the medicine carefully as if he was feeding a newborn baby.
It took a lot of effort to feed the boy a bowl of thick medicine. He Ye was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead. The boy's eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time.
Is this bitter? He Ye raised an eyebrow, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and gently put him back on the couch.
Ah Fu came back quickly, holding a set of white undershirt in his hand, and grinning.
"Master, this is something my mother made for me last year, but I can't wear it."
He Ye took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it to him, taking his clothes and saying, "Okay, take it and buy some food."
Ah Fu went out happily, leaving He Ye clutching his clothes in a daze.
A large hand with calluses covered the boy's collar. The material was very thin, and before he could exert any strength, the collar was pushed aside, revealing a piece of dazzling white skin and a thin collarbone.
He Ye pulled his hand back as if burned, then pulled his clothes back on with a guilty conscience. Cui Xing said that the boy was already seventeen or eighteen years old, and it was not appropriate for him to help someone change their clothes while they were sleeping. It would make him look like a playboy. He Ye could not remember the time when he bathed naked in the river with a bunch of other men during the march.
"Mammy," He Ye went out to find his wet nurse, a maid who had once served He Ye's mother. Because they had no children, she loved children. The old woman was in good spirits, though her eyesight had deteriorated a little in recent years. But she was still very skillful at her work. "Help him change his clothes."
"Yeah!" Nanny Yang responded, took the clothes and went into the house with a smile.
He Ye returned to the room only after Xu Nuo had changed his clothes. Nanny Yang was standing by the bed, helping him to spread his hair so that he could lie down more comfortably.
"Young Master," Nanny Yang turned around and glanced at him when she heard footsteps, "This child is really good-looking."
"Yeah," He Ye's ears felt a little hot for some reason, and he felt a faint sense of pride in his heart. "He's good-looking."
"Young Master, it's time to get married," the old man said, smiling as he withdrew his hand. The young man sleeping on the bed had long black hair that fell softly on both sides of his cheeks, making his lips and teeth look even more red, like someone in a painting of a beauty. "Whose little boy is this?"
"I picked it up."
He Ye clenched his right fist, placed it against his lips and coughed lightly, a hint of discomfort on his ferocious face that had never changed.
Nanny Yang didn't ask any more questions, bowed and left.
The room returned to silence again. He Ye moved his knuckles on the hand hanging by his side, bent his legs and sat gently on the edge of the bed beside him.
"Hmm..." In the silent room, the boy's unconscious moaning was particularly obvious. He Ye reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for him and met his slowly opening eyes.
Xu Nuo's head was still dizzy. He only knew that he was put into a warm bed in a trance and was fed a lot of bitter medicine. Finally, he found some strength to open his eyes.
"...Are you awake?" He Ye tried his best to control his expression and voice. People in Beijing always said that his name, General He, could stop children from crying at night. The boy on the bed looked as delicate and fragile as a kitten. He wondered if he would be afraid of him.
The man in front of me had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips that were neither thick nor thin. He looked like he was very kissable...
Xu Nuo blushed and shook his head, shaking out the garbage in his head.
"Did you bring me back?"
He Ye nodded and avoided his sight awkwardly. The boy's watery pupils reflected his shadow clearly, bright and clear.
Such a person looks pitiful no matter how you look at him, how could he be a spy?
"Thank you," Xu Nuo raised the corners of his lips, his eyes shining like stars, "I will repay you!"
"It's okay." He Ye stood up from the bed with his back to him. From Xu Nuo's angle, he could only see his stiff back. "You have a good rest. I'm going out first."
Finally, the man who walked to the door tilted his head as if worried, "Call me if you need anything."
Xu Nuo watched his back as he walked out, and huddled deeper into the quilt. He had been traveling for more than ten days, and his body was already exhausted. Now, after taking the medicine, he felt sleepy again.
Forget it, my husband can’t run away anyway, so I’d better go to sleep first.
Xu Nuo smacked his lips and his eyelids slowly closed. The man standing outside the window looked into the house through the gap in the window frame. He stood still like a sculpture for a long time and then flew away.
Only sycamore leaves were scattered on the ground, and there was no sign that anyone had been standing there just now.
"Ding! Heartbeat value 55!"
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