Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Familiar big hands lifted her up and held her in his broad embrace. The long-lost warmth flowed from him continuously. Without Wangshu turning her head to confirm, he lowered his head and kissed the top of her messy hair, "Shushu, I'm back. The confrontation is still going on over there."

Bazhou was lost step by step, but she didn't let him go back. She handled the recruitment orders and letters from all over the country herself, but she still didn't let him go back.

When he received the news from Tang Bo that someone had caught a cold and was ill, he rushed back without stopping. With her physical condition, she was most afraid of leaving a root of illness, not to mention the many troubles and worries day and night, and she was also worried about him. At the same time, she had to worry about her children while dragging her sick body. If he, who was strong and healthy, encountered two of these things himself, he would probably be overwhelmed and in a mess. If it all fell on her, he was really afraid that... Last winter, she was sick for half a month, and Luoyang was colder than Jingzhou at that time.

"Yeah." Everyone had returned, and Wangshu didn't have the energy to ask anything else. She covered her eyes with one hand, her nose was badly stuffy, and she breathed heavily with her mouth open. With the other hand, she found a random handkerchief on the inside and blew her nose hard. After blowing the right side, she turned to the left side, as if to vent her anger. The tip of her nose turned red instantly, and a closer look revealed that her skin was dry and cracked. The handkerchief wrapped in a thick bubble of snot was thrown into the copper plate on the left.

There was a faint trace of blood in her snot, and Qin Xiuyuan, with his sharp eyes, knew that she must have broken the skin from blowing her nose too often. He touched her lower abdomen and carried her to urinate.

Inner room.

"I still want to wash up." Wangshu leaned against the whistleblower with no strength left. The sound of water was dripping. This man had seen all kinds of ugly things she looked like.

The extremely hot water made Wangshu, who was steaming red, lean against the person listlessly with his washed and dried hair wrapped in water, his neck below submerged in the water. Finally, he regained a little energy.

"Move away." She said softly. Qin Xiuyuan, who was holding his breath with his lips tightly pursed, wrapped a thick towel around her and suppressed her. He pulled her to sit up again, lifted her hands and feet, and wiped them clean with a rough towel.

Ever since she fell ill, I was afraid that she would catch a cold, so I usually just wiped her body with a hot towel. This way I could rub off the dirt on her, and she would feel clean and refreshed.

An arm, white with visible veins, stretched out from a soft, long cotton coat. Zhuzhu concentrated on checking her pulse, taking her forehead temperature, and then reaching in through the wide collar to check her armpit temperature. Her beautiful spring scenery was clearly visible, just as white and innocent as when a man was not around, making people stretch out their tongues to observe the tongue coating. "Madam, you can take some medicine. Good medicine tastes bitter. You have been having recurring fevers, coughing, and the earthworms can't stop. The evil fire in your body is not extinguished, and you will suffer."

Wangshu didn't respond to the suggestion of taking medicine, and leaned quietly against the pillow with his eyes closed. Zhuzhu shrugged and spread his hands towards the handsome man who was tucking in the quilt for someone on the side. He only asked her to confirm that the person was still sick. Over the years, except for the inexplicable sense of accomplishment when he delivered her baby, she really wanted to slap him twice at other times. Unfortunately, the man in front of her didn't dare to breathe in front of the woman, and she, a small follower, didn't have the ability to do that.

He spent more than an hour washing the woman, but couldn't even leave a fingerprint on her chest. It seems that the general is capable of winning battles, and no one agrees because he doesn't dare to have any sexual thoughts. I don't know whether it is better to say that he is considerate of the patient or that he is unworthy of being a real man.

It is better to keep drinking ice-cold stewed pear soup. The rich soup can cool down the feverish body from mouth to body.

The heating was burning brightly, and Wangshu got angry and said, "It's too hot." But the man insisted on opening the window, leaving a gap through which cold air blew in, saying it was for some fresh air.

The man had a severe cough, and within two days, the acupuncture points on his back that helped to relieve phlegm were bruised by his punches. His coughing became worse, his stomach felt uncomfortable, his trachea was blocked, and he couldn't eat. He couldn't eat, and he couldn't get better.

Chun Yang made a bowl of bird's nest soup. The man held the spoon and fed her, crushing his tenderness into his coaxing voice, once, twice, and the third time: "Shu Shu, have two more mouthfuls."

"I'll vomit." The bird's nest without the peony flowers was rich in color. It was made with rice noodles and chicken soup. It was tender and smooth. It looked delicious, but it was completely different in her mouth.

"No, you try." The man scooped another half spoonful, and his frown was so tight that he could pick up summer mosquitoes, but his voice was still soft and coaxing.

Alas, Wangshu closed his eyes and let him feed him. The food had no taste and he swallowed it mechanically like sand.

At night, the man wore a mask to see his children, and took it off when he came back. He hugged her and rubbed her back, talking about the contents of the letters he had received during the day and some trivial matters during the siege of Chang'an.

"...The Tongguan Fortress was blocked by a blizzard, leaving no one able to pass. Hancheng, once the acropolis, was recaptured by the King of Hancheng. The other three of us built houses. Every day, we build fires under the city, cook noodles or bacon porridge, and practice, occasionally pushing battering rams against the city walls. The distance of the arrows shot by the soldiers in the city is getting worse day by day. The South Gate is in a few tatters. We are not in a hurry anymore. When January is the coldest, I will go to guard the city..."

"...Sacrificing a few men to break into the city isn't difficult. Shushu, you mentioned that the Liao and Da clan soldiers are resistant to cold weather. We need to take a long-term view and prepare for a rainy day. You're right."

"...I really didn't expect the recruitment order to be so effective. The Liang family's wealth is truly surprising. Shushu, how did you convince him to donate so generously?"

If you give him a mouth, he can chatter from day to night. Wangshu covered her ears with her hands, really covered them, she turned her ears over with her hands to cover them, because she thought he was noisy.

Qin Xiuyuan laughed stiflingly: "...How can I tease you when you're sick!" Her cough had improved today, and before bed, he held her in his arms while she urinated. Seeing the color of her urine, he felt more at ease.

After two days, he finally felt hungry and had a strong desire to eat. Chun Yang made a bowl of chicken soup with wontons. After watching the general eat it all up, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The lady's illness was finally cured. She had lost a lot of weight compared to last year. She was really afraid that the sick man would start to twist his hair and smash things.

The family was having dinner at the same table again. The children were chattering around their mother. Wangshu, who was only wearing a thick pajamas with laces, leaned on the back of the chair with her hair loose, listening and responding from time to time by touching her with her hands. Qin Xiuyuan fed her meat porridge spoonful by spoonful, and the dishes were still being served. Wang Shi on the side had some sore eyes watching this scene. Children are naturally close to their parents. When Xiuyuan was a child, she occasionally caught a cold, and he also leaned on her as affectionately as Dabao. The man on the side broke the hot and fragrant meat buns into pieces and fed them to her. The meat buns were really fragrant, with juicy and rich fillings. There was meat filling in every piece he broke.

"Mom, Chinese New Year is the day after tomorrow, and Aunt Chunyang has made a lot of delicious food!"

"There are fried sugar rings, fried fish, roast pork, braised beef, taro cakes..."

"Mom, Grandpa Tang told my brother and I to put up the Chinese character for blessing. I'll put it on the mirror for you."

Qin Xiuyuan looked at his daughter and said, "If you stick to the mirror, then mother can't see herself in the mirror. How can she dress herself?"

Erbao was puzzled. "Auntie Qing combed my mother's hair, and my mother's face wasn't dirty, so she didn't need to look in the mirror."

It really is “using people as a mirror”.