Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Zhang Hean walked into the cave without saying a word and crushed the herbs with a stone.

Li Qingxun pointed to his injured right leg and said, "My right leg is injured. I think Lord Zhang tore my underwear and applied medicine to me personally. Oh, I was unconscious last night. When Lord Zhang applied medicine to me, did he touch other parts of my body?"

Zhang Hean concentrated on pounding the medicine: "No."

The more aloof Zhang Hean was, the more interesting Li Qingxun found him.

As if she had found some fun toys, she deliberately leaned over and approached Zhang Hean, jokingly saying, "Does Lord Zhang feel very sorry?"

Zhang Hean's movement of pounding the medicine paused.

After crushing the healing herbs, Zhang Hean handed them to Li Qingxun, indicating that she should change the medicine herself.

Li Qingxun refused. She pretended to be weak and said, "My legs are injured and my hands and feet are weak. Sir Zhang, please change the medicine for me."

Deliberate teasing.

Blatant teasing.

Zhang Hean placed the herbs in front of Li Qingxun, his eyes as black as ink: "Princess, please respect yourself."

Li Qingxun clicked his tongue: "Pretentious."

Zhang Hean walked out of the cave again.

Li Qingxun had no choice but to sit up by himself and tear off the bandage on his leg. The bloody wound was exposed and had just scabbed over. It looked horrible.

It was probably because a sharp iron object pierced his thigh and then it was torn apart by external force, leaving a long bloody wound, and one could even vaguely see the white bones inside.

Li Qingxun felt dizzy after watching this: "It's time to get a tetanus shot, administer anesthesia, clean the wound and suture it... What a pity, in this shabby place, we can only apply herbal medicine."

It is also not known whether the ancient herbal remedies are effective.

She doesn't want to lose a leg at such a young age.

Li Qingxun endured the severe pain and applied medicine to the wound bit by bit. Blood slowly flowed down and cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She applied the medicine very slowly.

She couldn't bear the pain any more and shouted for help: "Zhang Hean, help me!"

After a shout, Zhang Hean appeared.

Li Qingxun: "Help me."

Zhang Hean's eyes fell on Li Qingxun's face. Due to the severe pain, Li Qingxun's face was covered with cold sweat and the corners of his mouth were pale. Li Qingxun was not very beautiful, with a delicate and handsome appearance. The blood was stained between his fingers, like a peony blooming in a cave after rain.

Zhang Hean's Adam's apple rolled.

He half-knelt in front of Li Qingxun and applied medicine to her.

Li Qingxun has very long legs.

The legs are also very white.

Zhang Hean touched the bloody wound and the smooth skin. He calmly applied medicine, applied the compress, and bandaged the wound with a cloth strip.

"Okay." Zhang Hean was about to get up.

Li Qingxun grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him.

Zhang Hean staggered and almost fell on Li Qingxun. Li Qingxun was a head shorter than him, but she was very imposing, and she looked at Zhang Hean's slender neck unscrupulously.

I saw his slightly protruding Adam's apple and the faintly visible blue veins on his neck.

Tsk.

So sexy.

Li Qingxun slowly approached, the corner of his lips seemed to touch Zhang Hean's Adam's apple: "Thank you, Master Zhang."

Zhang Hean lowered his eyes: "It is my humble duty."

The two were too close.

Li Qingxun joked, "I am injured now and I am powerless. If Lord Zhang wants to do something to me, I really have no power to resist."

The warm breath hit his neck and Zhang Hean's body froze.

Zhang Hean said: "I will definitely protect the princess."

Zhang Hean stood up calmly and left the cave. Outside the cave, the sunlight was cold and the distant Liangzhou city could be seen faintly. The mountain wind made Zhang Hean's hair messy.

He touched his fingertips to his throat.

There seems to be some warmth left.

...

...

The city of Liangzhou was in chaos, bandits invaded, and the war broke out again.

Li Qingxun's leg injury was serious and she could not move, so she could only live in an isolated cave to recuperate. She lay there bored every day to recuperate, and Zhang Hean took on the responsibility of "supporting the family" and went out to find wild animals and herbs.

Zhang Hean also found some wood and sheepskin with his magical powers and made a wooden table and bench. He also found some graphite charcoal for the bored Li Qing, so that he could write with it.

At night, the firewood in the cave made crisp sounds and was warm.

Li Qingxun held his chin and looked at Zhang Hean who was concentrating on grilling meat. The more he looked, the more he liked him.

He takes the initiative to do housework and take care of women. He is a good man who is suitable for family life.

The key is that he looks very attractive, as cold as the moon, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, which makes Li Qingxun jealous. Looking at Zhang Hean, the boring days have become a little more interesting.

"It will rain tomorrow, so it will be inconvenient to hunt. We have to save some rabbit meat tonight." Zhang Hean said lightly.

Li Qingxun held his chin up to his hand, admiring Zhang Hean's stunning beauty, and asked casually, "How do you know it will rain tomorrow?"

Zhang Hean replied: "Observe the celestial phenomena at night."

Li Qingxun was greatly surprised.

She vaguely remembered that there seemed to be an institution called Si Tian Jian in Qing State. Zhang Hean's family had served in Si Tian Jian for generations, observing celestial phenomena and calculating solar terms.

Li Qingxun was very interested: "Zhang Hean, can you tell fortunes?"

Zhang Hean didn't answer.

Li Qingxun said: "Calculate for me when I can go home."

The bonfire burned, and Zhang Hean's face showed no emotion. He said calmly, "Fortune-telling requires eight characters. What are your eight characters?"

Li Qingxun: "My horoscope——"

The rest of the words got stuck in my throat.

As a modern physics researcher, she really can't tell her own birth date. When ancient people talked about their birth dates, they used the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

Li Qingxun couldn't tell him that he was born after the year 2000 in the Gregorian calendar and didn't know his specific birth date.

"Sixth Princess has even forgotten her own date of birth?" Zhang Hean asked, his dark eyes seeming to be inquiring.

Li Qingxun is not someone who backs down easily. Her eyes were as fiery as fire, and she cast them on Zhang Hean wantonly: "If Lord Zhang is willing to sleep with me tonight, I might be so happy that I will tell you my birth date."

Zhang Hean said: "Princess, please respect yourself."

Li Qingxun joked, "A man and a woman alone in the same room, eh, could it be that Lord Zhang doesn't know how to do it? Or is it not possible?"

The glow of the bonfire in the cave was bright red, making Li Qingxun's face look particularly red.

Zhang Hean didn't answer.

Li Qingxun teased him for a few words, then felt sleepy. He lay back down in the haystack, covered himself with Zhang Hean's red official robe, and fell into a sound sleep.

Zhang Hean couldn't sleep, so he got up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the cave. The sky was dotted with stars, and dark clouds gradually covered the distance. He looked up and observed the stars in the sky.

The celestial phenomena are very bad.

Chaos is about to break out.

Zhang Hean thought of Li Qingxun.

An unfavored, frail princess whose temperament changes drastically after a serious illness, will she be the big shot who stirs up the world?

But no matter what, Zhang Hean couldn't take his eyes off her.

...

Li Qingxun couldn't sit still and couldn't be idle, but Zhang Hean was unwilling to sacrifice himself to let her have some fun. Li Qingxun just felt that the days of recuperation were extremely boring.

She was so bored that she started banging her head against the cave wall.

Finally she took up her charcoal and wrote on the rough parchment to pass the time.

She kept a diary and she drew diagrams of weapon structures.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye. The herbs that Zhang Hean had dug were very effective. Li Qingxun's leg wound had scabbed over and was not so painful. She lowered her head and sniffed her collar, which smelled sour.

She called Zhang Hean over and said, "Carry me to the river."

Zhang Hean: "What?"

Li Qingxun: "Take a shower."

Not far from the cave there is a quiet river with slowly flowing water and green grass.

The stream was formed by the melting snow on the mountain. Li Qingxun stepped into the water barefoot. The water was very cold. Fortunately, the weather was hot, which offset the coldness and made the day suitable for bathing.

Li Qingxun stood in the stream and extended an olive branch to Zhang Hean: "Would you like to help me bathe?"

Zhang Hean put the dry clothes by the river and turned away.

Li Qingxun clicked his tongue.

Prude.

Her right leg was still painful, so she limped to the big rock by the river and slowly took off her dirty clothes.

After rubbing his skin with soap, a thick layer of dirt appeared. Li Qingxun washed for half an hour, almost rubbing off a layer of skin from head to toe, and then he was ready to change into dry clothes.

The stream flowed slowly and the pebbles were slippery. She rolled her dark eyes and deliberately stepped on a mossy pebble.

"oops--"

Li Qingxun screamed deliberately.

As expected, Zhang Hean showed up like a ghost. Li Qingxun sat slumped in the stream and said, "I fell down, Master Zhang, help me."

Her skin was rubbed until it was white and rosy.

His wet black hair fell on his shoulders, sticking to his smooth skin, like a mountain monster that grew out of the mountains.

Zhang Hean's dark pupils froze. He walked over the water and silently picked up the "fallen" Li Qingxun.

Put dry clothes on her.

A bonfire was lit in the cave, and Li Qingxun, wearing a loose, oversized outfit, combed her wet hair by the bonfire. She had a lot of hair, and it was difficult to dry it after getting wet.

The hair was tangled too.

Li Qingxun didn't have a comb, so she said to Zhang Hean, "Bring me the kitchen knife, I'll cut my hair."

Zhang Hean didn't go to get the kitchen knife.

He personally combed Li Qingxun's tangled hair.

Li Qingxun's hair was thick and black, and not soft, just like her. Zhang Hean patiently combed her hair, his eyes falling on the thin inner garment on Li Qingxun.

The inner garment is white.

This is Zhang Hean’s inner garment.

Li Qingxun was petite, and wearing his inner garments, her slender, fair neck was exposed, and her skin was rubbed red.

The two of them were close, and Zhang Hean could smell a faint fragrance. He didn't know if Li Qingxun did it on purpose, but she wore her collar very low, and from Zhang Hean's angle, he could almost see the hidden spring scenery.

She was not wearing shoes.

Barefoot, perhaps because the river water was too cold, her toes were a light pink and round.

Very tempting.

The cave was warm and cozy. Li Qingxun enjoyed Zhang Hean's care. She leaned back with her back against Zhang Hean's clothes.

She said slowly, "Zhang Hean, were you hiding by the river just now, secretly watching me?"

Zhang Hean remained silent.

Li Qingxun became more and more unscrupulous, and said with a smile: "Oh, you are such a high-class flower, actually peeping at a girl bathing. If it gets out, your reputation will be ruined."

Zhang Hean rubbed out his tangled black hair.

Li Qingxun was a chatterbox who never gave up even when he was right. He kept on talking: "When the post station was attacked by bandits, you came to save me on purpose, right? You are a person who can hold up the sky even if it falls. If you keep talking stubbornly, my interest in you will slowly disappear."

Zhang Hean paused in his combing motion.

Li Qingxun raised the corners of her eyes slightly, turned back and looked at Zhang Hean, and continued to talk nonsense: "The old emperor wants to send me to marry. Alas, I haven't seen the prince of Yue yet. If he looks better than you, I'm willing to marry him--"

Zhang Hean let go of her black hair, grabbed Li Qingxun's wrist, and possessed her.

An unbearable kiss came down like a violent storm.

Everything that happens next is out of control.

The bonfire in the cave was burning brightly, and the sun outside the cave was slowly setting, until the dark night enveloped the mountains.

Li Qingxun was still unsatisfied at first, but in the end she couldn't stand it anymore and refused to admit defeat. She had always been a person who refused to admit defeat, not only in her career, but also in bed. She was determined to fight him.

In the small cave, heat burst out and the muffled sound continued for a long time.

The moon was high in the sky at night, and Li Qingxun picked the cold moon.

...

The next morning, Li Qingxun woke up groggily. Her vision went from blurry to clear, and she felt a chill on her right leg.

Zhang Hean was half-kneeling beside her, applying medicine to her right leg.

The wound that had already scabbed over had cracked a little due to yesterday's indulgence, and a trace of blood oozed out. Li Qingxun lay lazily, hooking Zhang Hean's chin with his finger: "Prime Minister Zhang is really a man who can't be judged by appearance."

He looks like an abstinent person.

It's really wild on the bed.

Zhang Hean grasped her fingers, touched the corner of his lips to her palm, his dark eyes seemed to be announcing, and seemed to be reminding: "Li Qingxun, you recruited me first."

Li Qingxun smiled and said, "Follow me from now on, and I will accept you."

Zhang Hean was silent for a while.

Answer: "OK."

Time passes in the mountains, and day and night alternate.

Li Qingxun is bold and reckless, but he is not a restrained person. After finally getting Zhang Hean, he naturally would not waste precious time.

The two were almost never apart.

Apart from eating and sleeping, the rest of the time was almost stuck together. Day and night were reversed, and there was no rest. It was an absurd month.

The parchment was filled with Li Qingxun's diary.

She deliberately forgot her hometown, and Zhang Hean also forgot the burden of his family. Only each other's breath and warmth bloomed freely in the small cave.

Later, when Li Qingxun thought back on the past, she was surprised to realize that the three months in the cave should have been the happiest time of her life.

In the blink of an eye, it was early autumn, and the sound of cavalry stampeding on the ground could be heard from the mountains that had been silent for a long time.

Li Qingxun slowly sat up, put on a thin shirt, and said to Zhang Hean, "Stop it. There's some noise outside, let's go check it out."