Chapter 31 Sick Father, You Are Not Being Well-behaved
Fang Zhiyue didn't know how he got through this chaotic day.
The next morning, he fell ill on the bed.
Si Yao asked Shi Qi to send the doctor out of the yard, and then returned to the house alone.
Looking at Fang Zhiyue who was lying unconscious on the bed.
He bent down and touched the strands of hair on his forehead, his eyes deep and dark.
Just at this moment, Fang Zhiyue, who had just drunk a bowl of medicine, woke up slowly.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Si Yao standing in front of him. He called out in a daze, "Sister Yao..."
When I opened my mouth, I realized that my throat was sore, as if it had been cut by a knife.
“…What’s wrong with me?”
Fang Zhiyue couldn't help but cough twice, and his sickly little face finally turned a little red, looking much pleasing than before.
"My father is sick."
Si Yao sat down beside his bed and said slowly, "The doctor has come to see you. You have caught a cold and were frightened. You can't hold on any longer and you've fallen ill."
She reached out and placed her hand on his misty pupils, applying slight pressure. "Little Father, your eyes are still so beautiful even if they're sick..."
"Yao, Sister Yao..."
Fang Zhiyue was frightened by her appearance.
The memories of yesterday came back instantly.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes: "You, don't do this..."
"What's wrong?"
Si Yao's pair of black eyes were deep and dark, as if they could penetrate him.
His voice was slightly cold. "Little Father, do you think I can't bear to touch you just because you're sick?"
"I'm afraid my father doesn't know..."
She said quietly, "Your fragile and unbearable appearance will only make people more excited."
"These misty eyes, these rosy cheeks..."
Si Yao's fingers slid down, sweeping across his face along his straight nose, and stopped at his soft lips. "And these slightly pale pink lips, they make me want to ruthlessly trample and ravage them." "Yao, Sister Yao..."
Fang Zhiyue's pupils trembled slightly, frightened by her ghostly appearance.
Tears rolled down uncontrollably.
"Why are you crying?"
Si Yao lowered her voice, moved her fingers away from the corner of his lips and wiped away the tears on his cheeks.
"If you don't want to see me like this, don't get sick so easily in the future. Got it?"
"I, I understand..."
Fang Zhiyue tried his best to steady his trembling voice.
He slightly turned his cheek to avoid her palm, "I, I'm a little tired, Sister Yao, you can go out first, I want to sleep for a while."
There was a few moments of silence in the air.
Si Yao's voice soon rang out, "Okay, little father, take good care of yourself."
He didn't continue to argue and just got up and left the house.
The door closed with a click.
Fang Zhiyue, who was lying on the bed, let out a long breath.
He is useless.
I couldn't help but hide in the quilt and cry for a while. It took a long time before I showed my little face covered with tears.
Thinking of Si Yao’s sudden change of temperament.
I just feel worried.
*
Fang Zhiyue was ill for five or six days and only recovered when the weather cleared up.
These days he has been using illness as an excuse to avoid Si Yao.
Now that his health has improved, this excuse can no longer be used. Fang Zhiyue has no idea what to do.
"Little father, are you awake? The sun is shining outside today. You've been stuck in the house for so long. Let me take you out for a walk."
Si Yao's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, startling Fang Zhiyue who was hiding in the house.
He looked at the shadow outside the door, his heart rising into his throat. "No, no need. I, I want to carve a walnut sculpture in the house. Sister Yao, you don't have to worry about me."
The words fell.
The shadowy figure outside the door turned and left without saying a word.
Fang Zhiyue breathed a sigh of relief. But before his heart could return to its place, the door lock outside suddenly rang.
Si Yao pushed the door open and walked in.
When he saw Fang Zhiyue sitting on the couch, he smiled and shook the key in his hand.
"This is the spare key to my father's room. I've been keeping it safe. I never thought it would come in handy today."
"Sister Yao, you..."
Fang Zhiyue subconsciously shrank back when he saw her.
He looked at her with a frightened face like a kitten with its fur standing on end.
Si Yao walked slowly to him, the smile on his face still very gentle: "I don't want to be like this, but you can't always lock yourself in the room. I indulged you when you were sick a few days ago. Now that you are well, you can't continue like this. Otherwise, you will get sick from being bored."
She always has so many high-sounding reasons and rationales.
Then she realized that the Yue people were not good at speaking and could not win the argument with her at all.
He moved his lips for a long time but couldn't utter a word, "I..."
"Let's go. Even if you don't want to go out, it's nice to bask in the sun in the yard."
She glanced at the small carving knife and wild peach pits he had piled aside, which looked untouched. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "This pit carving can also be carved in the yard. What do you think, little father?"
Fang Zhiyue knew that she had seen through his lie.
Her cheeks couldn't help but blush, "...I'll just go out."
The two sat down in the yard.
It was noon, and the warm sunlight shining on my body swept away some of the winter chill.
Si Yao sat next to him, reading a book in her hand.
It seems that she really just wants to bask in the sun with him.
Fang Zhiyue gradually let down his guard and picked up the small carving knife to carve the small walnut sculpture in his hand.
He didn't know that when he looked away, Si Yao's dark eyes fell on him, staring at him for a long time without looking away.
By the time Fang Zhiyue noticed it.
She had squeezed onto a chair with him and was holding him in her arms.
"ah!"
Fang Zhiyue was so frightened that he let out a short, rough scream.
The small carving knife and the walnut carving in his hand fell directly to the ground.
He widened his eyes in disbelief, "Are you crazy? We're in the yard, what if Shi Qi sees us?"
"If she sees it, she will see it. She won't say anything."
Si Yao turned a deaf ear to him and leaned over his neck to take a deep breath.
"My father has been ill these past few days, and I haven't had a chance to be close to you. Can I hug you, please?"
Although she asked this, the hand that was holding his waist was actually as strong as if it wanted to break his waist, and she had no intention of letting go.
Fang Zhiyue was panicked and at a loss, and was even more afraid of being seen by others.
All kinds of emotions intertwined and entangled, forcing his eyes to turn red again.
He couldn't help sobbing twice, "Sister Yao, please don't be like this, okay? It's wrong for us to do this... If others knew, we would be cursed. Besides, you are a scholar. If people knew that you had an affair with your young father, it would not be good for your career."
Fang Zhiyue had been holding it in for so many days.
Finally I felt that I couldn't continue like this.
"Wait, wait until you become the top scorer in the imperial examination. What kind of handsome man do you want? You can find a young, talented, and well-born man to be your husband... You just lost your temper for a moment. You just need to get in touch with more young men outside. Sister Yao, you were just bewildered for a moment."
"Are you done?"
Si Yao gently stroked his back to help him breathe.
She casually lifted the strands of hair that were floating in front of his eyes and tucked them behind his ears.
He spoke slowly, "Little Father, you'd better save your energy and don't mention such things again. No matter how good those boys are, they have nothing to do with me. I have you, Little Father, and that's all I need."
"Little Father, if you have time to think about these things, you might as well think about me."
Fang Zhiyue: “…”
He had no way to deal with her stubborn attitude.
Her actions became more and more outrageous.
Fang Zhiyue's body was stiff, and he could only whisper a reminder: "Yao, Yao Jie'er, let's go back to the house first..."
*
The more Fang Zhi knew, the more tormented such days were.
Not only was he worried every day about whether Si Yao would do something to him, but he was also worried about being discovered by outsiders.
Fang Zhiyue felt that he couldn't just watch Si Yao destroy himself.
Maybe... maybe after seeing those young and handsome men, Yao Jieer won't be obsessed with him anymore...
Thinking of this, he couldn't stay still for a moment.
While Si Yao was not paying attention, he secretly left home and headed towards Yahang.
Sister Yao is seventeen years old this year, so it is normal for her to have a knowledgeable concubine.
What Fang Zhiyue didn't know was that Si Yao was watching his every move. The moment he left home, Si Yao told Shi Qi to follow him.
Shi Qi returned home before him.
He directly reported to Si Yao: "My Lady, the Master went to the pawnshop and bought a pretty maid. Look at her..."
She paused, "It should be bought for the lady."
Si Yao's dark eyes turned cold in an instant.
After listening to Shi Qi's words, he spoke for a long time: "I understand, you can go out."
The door was quickly closed and the light in the room dimmed.
Si Yao's delicate eyebrows and eyes were blended into the shadows, dim and unclear, showing a bit of sinisterness.
She sneered: "Little father, you are really not obedient."
Fang Zhiyue didn't know that Si Yao had already found out about his purchase of the servant.
He happily took his people back to the Si family.
Along the way, he kept talking to the boy behind him: "...My lady is still studying, so you must remember not to let her get tired. You just need to take care of her on weekdays, and you don't have to worry about the rest."
"yes."
The handsome young man responded in a low voice.
A pair of charming peach blossom eyes can make people melt in joy at first sight.
He looked at Fang Zhiyue, who was walking in front of him and looked only good-looking, with a gentle and honest face. He rolled his eyes and made his own calculations.
When he arrived at the master's house, he had to win the heart of the lady. Even if he couldn't be the principal husband, he had to be a sidekick.
Fang Zhiyue quickly brought his people back home.
Si Yao was standing under the eaves and saw him at a glance.
"Little father—"
She called out softly.
Fang Zhiyue's heart trembled when he saw her.
He stopped, thinking about his plan, and revealed the boy behind him: "...Sister Yao, this is the little servant I bought for you, take him back to your room."
"Slave has met the Lady—"
The boy immediately turned his peach blossom eyes towards Si Yao.
When she saw Si Yao's elegant face, her voice became even softer: "My Lady, just call me Slave Ya'er."
"come over……"
Si Yao ignored him completely.
A pair of eyes were always fixed on Fang Zhiyue.
"Ya'er, hurry over, the lady is calling you."
Fang Zhiyue pretended not to understand and hurriedly urged the handsome man standing beside him.
Yaer smiled shyly and was about to go over.
Suddenly, Si Yao strode over, walked past him, grabbed Fang Zhiyue's hand, and walked quickly into the house.
Before closing the door, she glanced at the stunned man outside with cold eyes and said, "Stand at the door and don't move a step."
Then, the door closed with a bang.
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