The sound was weak and slight, and the fingertips touching the cheek were also very slight. For a moment, he thought it was an illusion, but to Shao Qing's dizzy ears, it sounded like a huge bell.
She looked up suddenly and met a pair of dark eyes, in which the flickering candlelight and her face were reflected.
Wei Jing woke up, and he was trying to reach out and touch her red eyes: "...I'm fine, don't cry..."
If I cry again, I’m afraid I’ll have another headache.
The familiar pair of dark eyes were staring at her, and the big hand in his palm gently touched her face. Shao Qing was ecstatic: "Really, you are really awake?"
She clutched the big hand beside her face, crying and laughing: "That's great, that's great!"
Wei Jing raised his lips, smiled weakly, and nodded slightly.
Yes, he finally woke up.
In fact, during this period of time, his consciousness was not completely unconscious, but he was indeed unable to perceive the outside world at the beginning. He wandered in the darkness, forgetting who he was, where he came from, where he was going, and what he wanted to do.
He wandered aimlessly for a long, long time, until he felt very tired and could hardly walk anymore.
Just when he was about to stop, a soft sob suddenly penetrated the endless darkness and fell clearly into his ears.
He was shocked, almost immediately, without even having to think, he realized it was his wife crying.
Everything was revealed by this soft sob, and all the memories came to my heart.
He remembered who he was, where he came from, where he was going, and what he wanted to do.
She kept crying softly, in pain and sorrow. She cried and called out to him, asking him not to leave her.
He ran as fast as he could, all his fatigue disappeared, he suddenly had endless strength, he ran faster and faster, he shouted back, asking her not to cry, he would be there soon.
He kept running, tirelessly, looking for his wife.
Unfortunately, he could not find her. She kept crying, and her voice became more and more sad. She was about to lose her voice, but she still cried and called him intermittently.
Crying like crying blood.
He was extremely anxious and ran desperately. After struggling to the extreme, he finally got rid of the heavy darkness and opened his eyes which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Wei Jing tried to touch her face gently to wipe away his wife's tears, "Don't cry..."
"I won't cry anymore!"
Shao Qing wiped her face, stood up and shouted: "Quick, quick, someone come! My husband is awake!"
She was dizzy and her legs were numb. She stood up too quickly and almost fell down, but she stood up immediately: "Where's Cunshan? Let Cunshan come!"
A medicine boy had already run over and shouted. As soon as Wei Jing opened his eyes, the military doctor who had been guarding him all the time discovered him. He was overjoyed and ran out quickly. The military doctor hurried forward to take his pulse first.
Shao Qing quickly made way. She leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the military doctor holding his wrist, then turned back to stroke his pale face and hair, and said happily in a soft voice, "We will be well soon."
Wei Jing smiled at her and nodded.
Shao Qing was right. Yan Ming came over very quickly, took his pulse and checked carefully, then nodded: "The crisis has been resolved. Just take good care of your injuries and recuperate well, and there will be no problem."
His brows, which had been solemn for two days, finally relaxed. It was really dangerous before, but fortunately this man was very tough and woke up so quickly. This was the best case scenario he had expected.
Everyone in the tent was delighted. Ji Huan asked hurriedly, "Is it possible that my master will recover as before?"
Because Yan Ming had said before, the sooner he woke up, the more confident he would be in recovering. Otherwise, the longer he delayed, the harder it would be for him to say. Therefore, Ji Huan asked this question.
"I woke up early and am in good condition."
Wei Jing was injured in a vital position, but fortunately, no important organs were damaged. Yan Ming has examined him carefully and found that he woke up in time and the fever had completely subsided. As long as Wei Jing doesn't commit suicide, he is quite confident that he can handle it.
Shao Qing was delighted: "Thank you, Cunshan."
The previous solemn and tense atmosphere in the tent was swept away, and Yan Ming also smiled rarely. He then asked everyone to disperse immediately so as not to disturb Wei Jing's recovery.
Everyone hurriedly retreated. Yan Ming wrote a new prescription and was about to prepare the medicine himself, but Wei Jing stopped him.
His voice was barely audible: "... Cunshan, please help Madam with her pulse."
Whenever Shao Qing got emotional, her old illness would flare up. When Wei Jing woke up, she felt much more energetic, her headache was mostly gone, and she could move and speak freely. But how could Wei Jing not see that?
Yan Ming took Shao Qing's pulse and asked about his recent condition: "It's better than before. If it continues at this rate, the symptoms will gradually disappear in a few years."
"Just remember not to bump your head again until it's healed, and try to avoid extreme joy and sorrow."
After repeating the old tune and repeating the precautions, Yan Ming hurried down to boil the medicine. He also said that he could feed Wei Jing some rice oil first.
It was great news that Shao Qing's chronic illness was gradually recovering. Wei Jing was cheered up. He was too weak to say much, and his eyes showed joy.
Shao Qing felt uncomfortable and sweet at the same time when he looked at her. She took advantage of the fact that the military doctor was not paying attention and leaned over to kiss his pale lips: "Let's have some rice porridge first, okay?"
good.
His lips moved.
Shao Qing felt upset and kissed him again.
It will be fine. Isn't it fine now?
Wei Jing woke up and regained his senses. Shao Qing quickly cheered up, took the bowl of thin oil made from rice porridge brought by the medicine boy, tested the temperature, and fed him carefully.
No one dared to move any part of Wei Jing's body except their hands. Even if they were to feed him, they could only feed him one spoonful at a time while he lay motionless.
Wei Jing was obviously very happy that his wife fed him. He kept his eyes on her face and swallowed the food obediently.
Yan Ming said not to feed too much, and only dared to feed him half a bowl and then stopped. After eating, Wei Jing felt a little better and was able to hold on until Yan Ming's medicine was ready.
Shao Qing sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand and talking to him in a low voice. Her eyes were hot and swollen. Needless to say, they must be very red and swollen. She touched it and asked, "Is it ugly?"
Not ugly.
He shook his head slightly. It was very beautiful.
He was serious, and even at this moment he still felt sorry for her. She was afraid that she must have suffered a lot on the journey, and she was upset because he had clearly told her not to tell her and scare her.
A pair of dark eyes revealed a lot of emotions. Shao Qing held his hand tightly and held it to his heart: "You take the medicine and go to sleep, and I will rest, okay?"
He could feel his heartbeats at the place where his palms touched, as clear as his wife's cherishing attitude. Wei Jing suddenly became even happier. He smiled and said, "Okay."
It was a very light and subtle sound, and the couple smiled at each other.
Yan Ming was quite quick and brought the medicine quickly while he was talking. Shao Qing hurriedly took it and fed it to him carefully, bit by bit.
Yan Ming secretly clicked his tongue twice, but at least he didn't curl his lips this time. He sat down and felt his pulse again: "It's okay, just take good care of your injury."
After saying this, he yawned and walked away.
This attitude showed that the situation was still developing in a positive direction. Shao Qing was delighted. However, Wei Jing was still very weak. Not long after taking the medicine, he fell into a deep sleep again.
Shao Qing carefully put his hand down.
There were still quite a few spots of blood on Wei Jing's body, but they were not near the wounds. It would be better not to bother with it now if possible. As for the scratches on his body, he could only wait a few days before dealing with them.
Ji Huan came in and advised her to rest, saying that taking care of the lord was a long-term job and she couldn't let herself get exhausted first.
Shao Qing certainly understood. She asked a few questions about the battle situation and told Ji Huan and others to take turns to rest so as not to overwork themselves.
Ji Huan agreed. Before that, Wei Jing's situation was unclear, so how could anyone have the mind to rest? Now that the good news has come out, I can finally lie down.
Shao Qing was indeed very tired. His bones ached from riding the horse too much and his head was still aching slightly. But she didn't want to leave Wei Jing for a moment. There were military doctors and boys guarding the tent, so she ordered people to move the screen and put a small bed behind it for her to sleep on.
The screen blocked the candlelight, but from this angle she could see Wei Jing's camp bed. She turned sideways to this direction, looked at him with her eyes open for a long time, and then closed her eyes in peace.
Fortunately, he escaped unharmed.
She thanked God.
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It was rare for Shao Qing to sleep so lightly. She woke up in the morning the next day. Wei Jing was still sleeping. She stroked his pale face and sat at the head of the bed, fanning him gently.
It's late summer and the weather is hot. Getting injured in this season is a terrible thing. Fortunately, there was a sufficient supply of ice in nearby Suicheng, which was delivered overnight. The ice basins were large enough and of suitable temperature, which saved us from many troubles.
But the ice basin couldn't be filled too much. Shao Qing reached out and touched the back of his neck. There was no sweat. He tucked in the thin quilt and fanned him slowly.
This action lasted for a long time, occasionally changing hands. She didn't feel tired at all. Compared with yesterday, she only felt an infinite joy of surviving a disaster.
Wei Jing woke up at noon, and this time he was obviously in better spirits. Although his voice was still weak, it was obviously stronger than yesterday.
Shao Qing was overjoyed. He kissed him and started feeding him. It was still porridge with oil, but he could feed him more today because he was crying out for hunger.
Just know you’re hungry!
She was smiling happily, but Wei Jing felt sorry for her. He raised his hand and touched her eyes gently. They were still red and swollen after the cold compress, and there were bruises under her eyes. She looked very haggard.
"Why don't you take a break?"
"No, I've rested enough."
Shao Qing's eyes were shining and he was indeed in very good spirits. Wei Jing's condition was stable, and the daytime military doctor and the medicine boy had retreated to the outer tent to guard. She didn't hesitate, and directly lowered her head and kissed his lips, and said with heartache: "If you get better soon, I will be fine."
Wei Jing reached out and touched the wound, apologetically saying, "It's my fault."
He broke his promise again. Not only did he fail to go back to pick her up, but he also made her worry for no reason.
Shao Qing couldn't stand hearing bad words about him, so he said "Puh" twice: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are very good."
She touched his forehead with hers: "I don't ask for anything in this life, I just want you to be safe and sound, and we can grow old together."
It was a simple wish spoken lightly, but Shao Qing finally understood it deeply after he experienced the fear between life and death.
"Yes, I will."
Wei Jing easily understood her emotions from these plain words. He responded eagerly, which was also his wish.
He wanted to say something to express his feelings, but Shao Qing kissed him on the lips: "I know, I know everything."
She had always known about him, hadn't she?
His wife was as tender as water, wrapping him tightly in her arms. Amidst his joy and attachment, Wei Jing suddenly recalled the words he heard when he was unconscious.
She said that she was wrong and she would correct it. She would never make him wait in vain again and she would try hard to learn to catch up with him.
Love him, feel him, and stop being conservative and cautious and hesitating.
Wei Jing was suddenly overjoyed, but for a moment he suspected that this was just his own imagination, and hurriedly asked, "Is it true, A-Qing?"
Shao Qing's eyes were a little hot, and he nodded with a smile: "Of course it's true."
She quickly held him down and told him not to get excited anymore.
Wei Jing's dark eyes lit up instantly. He was so happy that he ignored the pain. His emotions surged to the sky, but he tried hard to suppress them. He nodded and lay down obediently.
The couple whispered to each other for a while, and he suddenly remembered his counting chips. He touched his chest and was sure that there were none. He became anxious.
The bunch of golden abacus sticks was still on the pillow, Shao Qing quickly took them out and gave them to him: "I'll give you the remaining four later, okay?"
He clenched the abacus, and she clenched his hand, feeling both sweet and bitter in her heart.
Now that she has come to her senses, she has tried her best to do it, and she has no regrets at all.
Wei Jing was overjoyed at first. His wife kissed him and he quickly kissed her back. However, he thought about it again and again and finally shook his head.
"No, if you really think you should give it, then give it later. There's no rush."
Although he wanted it badly, he was not willing to put any pressure on his wife: "Didn't you say you were going to chase me? I'll wait for you."
He smiled happily: "Hurry up, the chips will be mine soon, right?"
"No need to give it now."
He is willing to wait.
He feels that everything is very good now.
His pale face smiled and his eyes were raised. He was really very happy. His black eyes were shining and his joy was almost pouring out.
Shao Qing felt a sour nose: "Fool."
Murmuring something, she leaned over and pressed her face against his, blinked, and a tear fell on the pillow.
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