The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Jiang Shian was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. He was so bored. There were not many entertainment activities in ancient times. He could not do anything after dark. Even reading required staying up late and lighting a lamp, which hurt his eyes.

Having been injured and being alone in an era without history, the sadness that he had been suppressing for a long time suddenly came to the fore, and he felt inexplicably bitter in his heart.

He doesn't know if he can go back. Although he has no relatives in modern times, he still has his brothers, including the eldest brother. The three of them have always cared about him and they are like half his family.

But here he is someone else's body, someone else's family, and truly has no relatives or friends.

But when he thought that if he could go back, Ji Yinghuai would have to stay here alone, he felt even worse.

After finally finding someone he likes, Ji Yinghuai would be very sad if he left.

And he...he may never meet a man who likes him so much and whom he likes as well.

The swelling and pain in his arm lessened a lot. Jiang Shian felt a little sleepy as he thought about it. He closed his eyes, tilted his head and fell asleep.

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Hearing someone calling his name, Jiang Shian slowly opened his eyes.

The room was pitch black and I didn't know what time it was.

A familiar man's voice was heard in my ears: "Shi'an, take the medicine and go to sleep."

Ji Yinghuai helped him sit up straight, but Jiang Shian's arms still couldn't move, and the slightest movement caused severe pain.

He got out of the bathtub and had no time to put on clothes. It was even more inconvenient to put on clothes with his arms fixed with bamboo sticks. Jiang Shian just casually put on an outer coat and covered his lower body with a thin blanket.

He asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

"What time?" Ji Yinghuai asked doubtfully, and after thinking for a while, he answered, "It's already one quarter."

Jiang Shian was still confused and didn't realize anything was wrong, so he nodded.

After helping him sit down, Ji Yinghuai reached out and gathered his clothes for him.

Then he brought the medicine bowl over, scooped it up with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to Jiang Shian's lips.

Jiang Shian opened his mouth habitually, and when the bitter taste filled his mouth, he woke up completely.

He couldn't spit out or swallow the medicine in his mouth, so in the end he could only swallow it with his neck choked.

Ji Yinghuai was obviously very familiar with how difficult it was for Jiang Shian to take medicine, so he reached out and took a bowl of water mixed with sugar from the side and handed it to Jiang Shian.

Jiang Shian took two big gulps to dispel some of the bitterness. He frowned and said, "It's so bitter. Why is this medicine so bitter?"

The medicine he took for a cold last time was unbearable for him. This time, it was twice as bitter as last time. It was bitter and astringent, and the taste was particularly pungent.

Looking at the medicine bowl that Ji Yinghuai handed to him again, he turned his face away and said with disgust: "It's so bitter, really so bitter, why isn't it a capsule. Ji Er, please forgive me, can I not drink it?"

"No, good medicine tastes bitter." Ji Yinghuai noticed the capsule in Jiang Shian's mouth. This was a word he had never heard of, but he didn't intend to ask. It was obvious that this was a secret that the boy had always kept in his heart, including when he asked him what time it was.

He had just woken up at this time and blurted out the question in a daze. He had a premonition that if he asked the boy, the boy would most likely choose to avoid answering and would keep his distance from him in the future.

Never mind, I'll ask again when I have the chance.

Although Jiang Shian was afraid of bitterness and disliked the taste of medicine, he also knew that if he didn't drink it, he would definitely be woken up by the pain in the middle of the night.

He really didn't want to suffer this kind of sin.

After being coaxed by Ji Yinghuai for a while and stuffed with a few fruit candies, he pinched his nose, took the medicine bowl, tilted his head back and gulped it down.

"Hiss, it's so bitter, water, give me water."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold bowl of water touched his lips. He quickly opened his mouth, and as the sweet water flowed into his stomach little by little, the nausea that had just come up was suppressed.

After finishing a bowl of sugar water, before he could open his mouth to speak, Ji Yinghuai put his fingers to his mouth again. Jiang Shian opened his mouth habitually again, and a small piece of sugar was stuffed into his mouth, which tasted sour and sweet, a bit like orange.

My depressed mood improved a little, and the bitter taste of medicine was gradually replaced by the taste of orange.

At this moment, a light laugh suddenly came from my ear.

Before he could ask anything.

Then Ji Yinghuai started to tease him: "I see that Shi An, you are even worse than a three-year-old baby when it comes to taking medicine. I have to coax you for a long time every time."

Jiang Shian: “…”

The smile on his lips froze, and after thinking carefully, he realized that what the man said was indeed true.

He had drunk medicine twice since he came here, but he really underestimated the bitterness of ancient herbs. When he was sick in modern times, he would take granules, capsules or intravenous drips. How could he bear to drink this kind of pure herbal medicine?

It was embarrassing, but he didn't lose the battle. He pretended to be calm, pursed his lips and said, "So you think I'm troublesome and hypocritical?"

As he spoke, the smile on his face faded and he looked at Ji Yinghuai expressionlessly.

The oil lamp beside the table was on, and the wind blowing in through the crack in the door made the candle flame sway in the wind.

Ji Yinghuai had just said it casually, thinking of making a few jokes to tease Jiang Shian and distract from the pain of his injury.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Shian was really angry. Seeing the grievance on the boy's face, he wanted to raise his hand and hit himself on the mouth.

You're already hurt because of your bad mouth, and now look at what you're saying.

He touched his chest and found that the candy in his purse was gone, so Ji Yinghuai softened his voice and coaxed, "What are you talking about, Shi An? How could I think you are troublesome? If you were not injured, I would not have the chance to take care of you."

"Hmph!" Jiang Shian snorted, obviously not falling for his trick.

His face was wrinkled, and he turned his head away and pouted, with an oil bottle hanging on the corners of his mouth.

But where Ji Yinghuai couldn't see, the smile in his eyes did not disappear, and even became more intense.

No wonder Ji Yinghuai liked to tease him. Ji Yinghuai thought it was quite interesting to tease him because he was so cold. Listening to the man's slightly flustered tone, he felt a little proud.

It turns out Ji Yinghuai cares about him so much!

Ji Yinghuai looked at the back that was facing away from him, and inexplicably saw emotions of grievance and sadness in it. He glanced at the bed that was still mostly empty and simply moved over.

Jiang Shian felt a chill in his heart when he felt the bed was heavier.

I felt a little excited, but also a little flustered. I didn't know what Ji Yinghuai was going to do.

Then he felt someone gently embraced him and leaned into a warm hug.

The heat from the man's breath and words all fell on his head. There was an extra hand on his waist, and for a moment he didn't pay attention to what Ji Yinghuai was saying.

He felt the voice fall, and his chest began to tremble slightly. The hand against his waist was so hot that he subconsciously wanted to dodge for fear of getting burned.

He swallowed hard, and after a while he spoke, "I'm not really angry. You can talk, but why are you touching me? It's so hot, don't get so close to me."

Ji Yinghuai seized the loophole in his words and took the opportunity to refute: "Oh, I'm not angry. You did it on purpose at that time, An, you wanted me to coax you more, right?"

Jiang Shian's face felt very hot after his little trick was exposed, and now they were pressed together like two furnaces.

Jiang Shian wanted to move to the side uncomfortably, but as soon as he moved, the man's deep voice behind him reached his ears: "Don't move, your hand is injured."

After hugging for a while, Ji Yinghuai was concerned about the injury on Jiang Shian's arm. He did not force it and gently let go of Jiang Shian.

Letting Jiang Shian continue to lean on the quilt behind him, he sat on the stool in front of the bed.

In the past, the two of them would have gone to sleep by this time, but he knew that the first night was the hardest for an injured person. He woke up just when he wanted to sleep because of the pain, which made him unable to sleep.

If the pain could be relieved, he would have transferred it to himself. Now he could only think of ways to reduce it a little. He chatted with Jiang Shian more to divert his attention. When he was too sleepy, he estimated that he could sleep until dawn.