Chapter 121 It hasn't even come to fruition yet, I was counting on you...
Fu Jun's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw Zhi Lan standing not far away, looking at him. Judging from her figure and expression, she seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
She stopped in front of Fu Jun, her eyes fixed on him, looking him up and down, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety and worry: "Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, how can you act so recklessly? What if it drags on and damages your very foundation?"
Fu Yun felt a warmth in her heart and thought to herself, "So, the people who truly care about you and whose eyes are only on you won't care about winning or losing. They'll only worry about whether you're hurt or feeling unwell."
He looked up at Zhilan and gently comforted her: "I'm fine, don't worry. My injuries have almost healed in the palace. Regular exercise will actually help with recovery."
Zhilan frowned slightly, clearly disagreeing: "Your face is completely pale; you don't look like anyone is alright."
Fu Jun chuckled and explained, "My pale complexion isn't a health problem. It's just that I ran too fast just now, and my body hasn't adjusted yet. I'll be fine after I rest for a while."
Seeing that Fu Yun didn't care about his own safety, Zhi Lan was a little annoyed and her tone became more urgent: "With your current frail body, you shouldn't be so stubborn."
Fu Yun felt a mix of helplessness and emotion: "I really didn't..."
Zhilan raised her hand to stop him, no longer listening to his sophistry, her tone leaving no room for doubt: "I have already sent someone to fetch a doctor. When the doctor arrives, have her examine you carefully and see if she can prescribe some nourishing medicine."
Fu Yun twitched his lips: "..." Is that really necessary? A real man only ran a total of 500 meters in two demonstrations, why is he so fragile?
He stood up straight from the stool, his back straight, his posture like a pine tree, indicating that he was perfectly fine.
Fearing that Zhilan wouldn't believe him, he raised his arms and turned them around: "Look, I'm really fine. There's no need to trouble the doctor to make a special trip. After I finish today's activities, I'll rest at home for two days. I guarantee I'll be full of energy and perfectly fine by then."
Zhilan remained resolute and unmoved: "You can't be careless when your body is weakened. It would be a great loss if it left any lasting health problems."
She frowned, a look of worry on her face: "I'm counting on you to bear children, how can something happen to my health?"
Fu Yun: "?"
"Cough~" Fu Yun's forehead twitched, and she almost choked on her breath in her excitement. She couldn't help but think to herself, "We're not even married yet! And you're already thinking about having your child. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"
Putting aside the fact that he, as a man, does not possess this extraordinary ability, could such a secret matter as having children be discussed openly in ancient feudal dynasties?
Does this mean that only men here need to be virtuous, while women can do whatever they want?
[You guessed right! In this country where women hold up the sky, it's naturally a matriarchal society. As long as they don't commit murder or arson, they can enjoy freedom of speech, just like how modern young men and women, upon seeing someone they like, will say, "I really want to have babies with him/her"—it's the same principle.]
Fu Yun: "..." Fine! Who told the men here to be so weak and delicate, only fit to be husbands, not true men.
It's perfectly normal for women to have a higher social status than men, given the hard work and achievements they've built.
Since ancient times, the strong have been respected, and this has remained unchanged.
Whether you're male or female, you have to rely on your abilities to speak for yourself.
The idea of a man giving birth sounds like a fantasy, but it's actually quite common here. Fu Jun didn't dare to think about it any further and immediately changed the subject: "The real competition is about to start, aren't you going to go watch?"
Zhilan looked up at the crowd not far away, her expression indifferent: "No need. The competition is not worth watching without you here. It's better not to watch."
[President Fu, look how much the Empress dotes on you. She only has eyes for you, only wants you to bear her children, and isn't interested in anyone else.]
Fu Yun: "..." No need for you to remind me, thank you.
When Zhilan spoke these blush-inducing confessions, apart from her ears turning slightly red, there was no shyness on her face. She was calm and open, expressing her feelings frankly without any affectation. This made Fu Jun seem overly reserved and not bold enough.
At one point, he even became somewhat hesitant and dared not express his inner thoughts directly.
His decisiveness and boldness in the business world do not affect his clumsy behavior in relationships at all.
Fu Yun felt a little ashamed of himself; Zhi Lan seemed incredibly powerful to him.
She gives off a generous, bright, sincere, and frank vibe.
She is decisive and resilient, and dares to love and hate intensely, with a passionate and pure approach to relationships.
When they meet someone they like, they will openly express their feelings without hiding anything.
When she likes someone, she is wholeheartedly devoted, making the person she likes feel her pure feelings at all times, giving him, who is not a good enough lover, a sense of security.
Fu Yun felt increasingly ashamed of himself. As a man, he should treat Zhi Lan better. He should not only be considerate and loving towards her and provide her with emotional support, but also enrich her life and help her solve her problems. He shouldn't always expect her to protect and guard him.
So he couldn't help but suggest, "You finally have a chance to relax, and watching these kinds of competitive games can really lift your spirits, so why don't you take a look!"
Zhilan shook her head and glanced at Fu Jun: "But I don't want to pay attention to irrelevant people, I just want to spend more time with you."
Fu Yun's breath hitched, and his mind was instantly filled with what felt like a dazzling fireworks display, making his whole body feel hot.
Help! Someone tell him why being direct can be so alluring?
So this is the overwhelming feeling that only someone you like can bring. It's as if your whole heart is filled with honey, so sweet that you feel weak all over and just want to drown in it.
Fu Yun's lips curled up into a wide smile. She pointed to the bench and offered, "Shall we sit down and rest for a while, and take a look around together?"
Zhilan gave Fu Yun a deep look, nodded slightly, and lifted her skirt to rest on one side of the bench.
Fu Jun sat contentedly beside Zhi Lan. The two sat side by side, their gazes shimmering on each other, creating a warm and comfortable scene.
It evokes a sense of gentle breeze, perfect sunshine, and tranquility, like a beautiful painting unfolding before everyone's eyes.
Many eyes had already gathered around, their gazes filled with amazement and envy.
It's no wonder they had such expressions, because although Zhilan had disguised herself this time, she wasn't dressed as a man, but rather appeared as a woman. However, she used makeup to suppress her outstanding features, so she only looked like a pretty girl from a modest family, not her original stunning beauty.
Fu Yun felt a surge of secret pleasure. He was the only one here who knew Zhi Lan's true identity. He was the most unique person in the crowd, and he was the only one who had the chance to see Zhi Lan's true beauty.
His brows relaxed, and he was in an extremely good mood. He looked up at the contestant registration area and saw Lu Zhisheng and Cheng Jincheng surrounded by a bunch of people. The surroundings were noisy, and he couldn't see the two of them at all.
Qian Qingling's sharp voice rang out in the crowd: "Please line up and wait. Do not cut in line, or you will be disqualified from the competition."
The restless crowd finally calmed down and began to line up in an orderly fashion, one after another.
Fu Jun was somewhat surprised to see the two lines growing longer and longer. He thought that since this was the first time such a track and field event was being held, the people here would be cautious about participating. After all, most people would be hesitant to participate in new and exciting things, and only those with courage would like to challenge themselves.
Unexpectedly, the number of participants was three-fifths more than anticipated, with about 300 people showing up, and at least half of them queuing to register.
Fortunately, Qian Qingling and Xing Fei helped Lu Zhisheng and Cheng Jincheng maintain order in the crowd, otherwise they would have been in real trouble.
People who had registered and received their race numbers gradually dispersed, walking excitedly to the side of the track, waiting for the race to begin.
Fu Yun pondered to himself: "Both the individual and team competitions involve five people competing at a time. It will probably take a whole day to determine the final rankings."
People kept walking towards where Fu Yun and Zhi Lan were, and many greeted Fu Yun warmly: "Is Young Master Su resting here?"
Fu Jun nodded in response.
After saying their goodbyes, these people stayed and stood by the track, clearly intending to watch the game from there.
Zhilan frowned slightly, displeasure creeping into her expression. What's wrong with these people? Why do they keep crowding around her people?
She glanced at Fu Yun, who seemed oblivious to the matter, simply gazing quietly at the registration area.
Zhilan sighed inwardly and said, "The view here is excellent, perfect for watching the game. There might be more and more people. The doctor should be arriving soon. Shall we find a quiet place to wait?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yun withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked around, and found that, as Zhi Lan had said, the area was indeed gradually becoming more populated.
When the doctor arrives, he probably won't be able to find him and Zhilan.
Without much thought, he said directly, "Then how about we go pick up the doctor first, and come back after the doctor's visit?"
Zhilan's expression shifted slightly, a sly glint flashing in her eyes, and she immediately agreed: "Alright."
Fu Jun stood up: "Then let's go! Let's get out of here quickly, or the doctor won't be able to find us when he arrives."
Zhilan smiled, quite pleased with Fu Yun's obedient behavior: "There are rest areas in the training ground for the generals to rest. Let's go there and wait."
Fu Yun naturally had no objections and followed Zhi Lan out of the training camp and headed towards the martial arts arena.
After walking for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two arrived at the martial arts arena. Zhilan led Fuyun into the rest area for the martial arts generals next to the arena.
After the two entered the room, they each sat down on the chairs directly in front of them. They had just poured two cups of tea from the square table beside them and hadn't even had a chance to drink it when they heard an announcement from outside: "Master, the doctor has arrived."
Zhilan brought the tea to her lips and said calmly, "Come in."
The person who entered was Guard Zhang, followed by a middle-aged woman.
Guard Zhang whispered, "Don't look at things you shouldn't."
The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly: "Yes."
Zhilan took a sip of tea and said casually, "Come and take his pulse."
The middle-aged woman lowered her head and walked forward without looking to the side until she reached Fu Yun. She leaned forward, bent down slightly, and said cautiously, "Young master, please extend your hand."
Fu Yun did as instructed, extending his right hand. He looked relaxed and didn't think there was anything wrong with his body.
The doctor gently placed his fingers on Fu Jun's pulse, listened quietly for a while, and then cautiously said, "Young master, your long-term illness has caused you to lose qi and blood. If you don't take timely care of yourself, it may damage your health."
Zhilan lifted her eyelids and glanced at Fu Jun, with an expression that said, "I knew it would happen: I told you to take good care of your health, but you wouldn't listen. You should believe what the doctor said, right?"
Fu Yun touched his nose, no longer daring to argue.
Zhilan then asked, "Will it affect my ability to have children?"
Fu Yun's eyes widened: "?" Is that a question I can ask?
The doctor paused slightly, then replied stiffly, "With proper care, it won't be affected; otherwise..."
The doctor hesitated, but his meaning was self-evident.
Fu Yun: "!" Do you want to hear what you're saying?
This feature doesn't even exist, so what's the big deal!
Zhilan, unaware of the turmoil in Fu Jun's heart, asked the doctor directly, "What should he do next?"
The doctor respectfully replied, "I need to prescribe some formula to replenish your qi and blood. Give it to the young man for a period of time, and come back in seven days to check the effect."
"During medication, remember to keep warm, avoid overexertion, rest in bed as needed, and pay close attention to your diet in order to recover fully."
Zhilan was furious upon hearing this and glared at Fu Jun: "You promised me that you would take good care of your injuries after you came back, but it was just talk. Why can't you even be particular about something as important as food? Do you want me to drag you back?"
Fu Yun was startled and subconsciously replied, "No, it's because I didn't feel uncomfortable and thought it should be fine, so I..."
It seems we underestimated Su Fuyun's sickly body. Even a body transplant won't help; she still needs to take good care of herself.
Zhilan's beautiful eyes widened: "What do you mean, 'you think'? Do you perhaps understand medical principles?"
Fu Yun looked embarrassed and a little guilty, and immediately admitted her mistake: "I was wrong."
He comforted her, saying, "Don't be angry. I'll be more careful next time and I definitely won't do it again."
Zhilan raised her eyebrows, feigning anger, and said, "You want a next time?"
Fu Yun quickly waved his hand: "No, no, this won't happen again."
He said sincerely, "I really didn't mean to. I've been busy with the training camp these past few days and haven't had a proper rest. I'll listen to you from now on and will definitely follow the doctor's advice to take good care of myself. Is that alright?"
"Pfft~" Guard Zhang couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Zhilan glanced at him coldly, and Zhang, the guard, trembled and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at her again.
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