It is said that you attacked me in a dream

During the period of breathing through his mouth, he realized that this body should be a weak and sickly one, otherwise it would be useless to catch a cold after a few cold showers in the summer.

Think about it, in the original world, running all over the place as soon as you have an action is equivalent to exercising, but the self-soul has passed through to the present, doing nothing all day long, and being served by Hongyun meticulously, probably suffering from a typical son's disease. Not exercising at all, and immunocompromised as it should be.

Alright, then start exercising your muscles and bones from today, run every morning plus various physical exercises, build up your abs, and see how that Yan Yanglie will be so domineering in front of him.

So, I took the thread scissors that Hongyun usually uses for needlework, pointed at the long and obstructive black hair, raised the knife with my hand, and clicked the mirror a few times deftly, and a new, hasty, third-rate hairstyle was born.

Prince Yan's Mansion has a vast area of ​​land, an east courtyard is as big as two modern luxury villas, and the roads are twisted and twisted. It is estimated that running back and forth should be able to sweat profusely.

However, he thought things too simply and overestimated the endurance of this body.

From Chu Yudian to Taiju Lake, it was only 1000 meters, but he was so tired that his eyes turned black, and he couldn't catch his breath, so he had to stop at the bridge to let his breath flow.

I'll go, it's just the leg strength that can't move. If he lived in his era, his sports performance would not meet the standard at all.

Not to mention men chasing women across the mountain, but chasing after a prince who was as strong as an ape, Feng Guan said he was gone, and the one who dared not forgive Goldfinger for climbing was also the consequence of dying on the way.

In this way, Ye Huaiqing gritted his teeth and angrily slammed his fist on the stone railing, and finally reacted so unresponsively that the pain was so painful that he almost cried for his father and mother.

However, there is no sign of sweating in the body at all. It is not easy to relieve a severe cold without some hot sweat.Thinking of this, Ye Huaiqing swallowed his saliva and continued running after his breathing became smooth. Fortunately, the sun rises quickly in summer, and it will be bright in a short while.

Yan Huaiqing retreated back to the mansion and passed by Taiju Lake. Under Yang Zhi's astonished fingers, he squinted his eyes and found that there was a strange but very familiar figure running around the huge Taiju Lake. He might not be able to run. Because of the movement, I stop from time to time to take a breather.

"Huh?" But he took a closer look at the man who was running closer and closer, and this man was actually Ye Huaiqing.

Yang Zhi on the side also noticed it, and deliberately closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, it was indeed Ye Huaiqing running towards them, panting, with a drunken expression on her face.

Ye Huaiqing ran almost in the dark, and didn't even notice the two people standing in front of him. His legs were weak, he accidentally tripped over a stone, and fell directly into a strong embrace. His strong hands pushed him away, but he still couldn't help after a long time. push away.

Yan Yanglie listened to the rapid and hot breathing under the chin that was hit a little bit painfully, while twisting his brows into a ball, he sharply backhanded to test the man's forehead temperature.

It's okay if you don't touch it, but if you touch it, it will cause trouble.

That bitch Ye Huaiqing actually has a fever.

It's nothing more than a fever, and it's okay to play by the Taiju Lake early in the morning. There is no cure for the disease.

Seeing that Yan Yanglie's expression was not right after touching Ye Huaiqing's forehead, Yang Zhi said, "My lord, the blushing of these three young masters seems a bit weird..."

At this time, Ye Huaiqing was probably burnt out unknowingly, he grabbed the thin front of his hand like a life-saving straw, and couldn't open his thick eyes except for panting.

Yan Yanglie sighed, his face was as dark as pearls, but he didn't say much, he picked up the man and went to the nearest Xingyang Palace, and told Yang Zhi: "Go and call the doctor."

Yang Zhi was still weird about Ye Huaiqing's sudden short haircut, but now he hesitated and stared at the back of his lord, almost dumbfounded.

Tsk tsk, my lord is not bewitched.

In his lifetime, he could actually see such a warm and kind side of the prince towards the third son...

When Ye Huaiqing opened his eyes in a daze, the environment in front of him was strange and retro.As soon as he sat up, he was dizzy, and the cold towel on his forehead fell under the bed.

At this time, he seemed to hear the voices of Yan Yanglie and others outside.

In the front hall, the doctor held the medical box and said something to Yan Yanglie, and then withdrew respectfully.

Yang Zhi asked Yan Yanglie if he wanted to send someone to carry Ye Huaiqing back to Chu Yudian, Yan Yanglie rubbed his eyebrows, and if he was upset, he said: "When the person wakes up, let him go back."

Yang Zhi: "...Yes."

In the back hall, Ye Huaiqing, who had already got up, heard what Yan Yanglie said, and felt his head was still dizzy. Now he walked back under the sun and was still not sunburned, so he quickly lay back on the bed.

Yang Zhi went in to check the situation, Ye Huaiqing was still awake, so she couldn't help walking to the bed, rubbing her chin and looking at Ye Huaiqing's weird hairstyle.

Well, this short hair seems to be quite suitable for the third son's face shape. It is a lot more fortitude, and it is quite pleasing to the eye, but I just don't get used to it...

At this time, Ye Huaiqing was shrouded in black shadows, and his heart was fluctuating.

According to the eavesdropping just now, the place where he is now should be the apse of the Xingyang Palace where Yan Yanglie usually handles official business.

But these are not surprising. What surprised him was that he had a fever after running with a bad cold, and the person he bumped into on the road did not expect to be Yan Yanglie.

And this Yan Yanglie actually showed kindness and carried him to the Xingyang Palace, what's the situation?

This news is like the shocking news of weeping ghosts and gods. If it was the former Ye Huaiqing, he would have died happily in Yan Yanglie's arms long ago and would have been willing not to be reincarnated.

With his eyes closed, Ye Huaiqing thought about it and fell asleep.When he woke up again, he yawned and felt a lot better before he put on his boots and got out of bed.

After putting on his boots, he found a celadon bowl containing a clear yellow liquid on the bedside, still emitting heat.

The first time he saw the medicine bowl, what he thought was not to immediately drink some liquid with a faint bitter fragrance floating in it, but to pick up the bowl and look at the celadon.

He thought, celadon was first manufactured in the Warring States Period, and gradually matured in the Western Han Dynasty. The celadon bowl in front of him has natural and exquisite cup patterns, and the cup is bright and transparent. No matter how you look at it, it looks like something made in modern times.

But the clothes he wears are similar to those of Great Qin who unified the six kingdoms...

In other words, what kind of a country with chaotic time and space is the Yan Jiu country that his soul wears?

Such an ancient kingdom that seems to have been abandoned by the universe, to be honest, all kinds of physical objects travel through, no matter how ingenious, they cannot be brought back to the original world, and there is no special significance for investigation.

Ye Huaiqing shook his head, clicked his tongue, drank the medicine in suspense, then patted his buttocks and prepared to leave.

As soon as he left Xingyang Palace, he touched his stomach and sighed.It's almost noon, and he hasn't had breakfast yet.

But forget it.

If Yan Yanglie had some conscience and left him antipyretics, he didn't expect others to send someone to deliver the food.Besides, as I said before, when he wakes up, he will go back by himself. There must be no such thing as food appearing here.

On the way back to Chu Yudian, the sun was scorchingly whipping, Ye Huaiqing walked around for a long time, probably the medicine had taken effect, once the nose was opened, a lot of snot came out of his nostrils in a different way.

The prince's mansion was not at home, and he couldn't wipe it with a tissue. In desperation, he had to find a hidden place to solve it.

Just after he finished fixing his nose and walked for a while, Hongyun ahead led a pair of people to find him.

Seeing him, Hong Yun's anxious expression changed again and again, and finally walked towards him a little hesitantly, he beckoned, and the girl quickly walked in front of him, moved her mouth and said: "Master, master, you..."

He scratched the back of his head and smiled apologetically: "Then what, I went out without saying hello in the morning, which made you worry."

At the end, he giggled again.

Hong Yun pointed at his hair, his voice trembling: "Master, your hair...what's the matter with your hair?"

"You said hair..."

Before he finished speaking, Hongyun's eyes turned red when he thought of the hair he saw in the room this morning, "Master, the parents who have received your body, hair and skin, how can you throw it away so hastily?"

He said as if he would die if he lost his hair, which made Ye Huaiqing think that the ancients really attached great importance to hair, and they all said that filial piety is the first thing in everything, and if you don't have hair, it means you are not filial...

But the scissors were all cut, and they couldn't be picked up backwards, so he said: "It's okay, I don't think it's too hot, so I cut it to cool off for a while. Don't worry, the red cloud will still grow back in the future."

Hong Yun just thinks about finding someone. The hair is long and the hair is short. It grows on Ye Huaiqing's body. She can do whatever she likes. She doesn't care about a servant, so someone else will go.

Two days later, a rare visitor came to the palace.But Yan Yanglie didn't welcome this rare guest very much, because it was Ye Huaiqing's second brother, Ye Sanhui.

But they are always guests when they come to the door, although he doesn't like to see people from the general's mansion, but Ye Sanmei was his childhood companion, so it can be an exception.

Ye Sanhui came this way, not to come to Prince Yan's mansion to drink tea with the prince to reminisce about the old days, but to meet his third younger brother who married into the mansion because of his infatuation.

Of course Yan Yanglie knew about it, and after letting his servant entertain him for a while, he asked the steward to take him to Chu Yudian.

As soon as Ye Sanhui arrived at the Chu Yu Palace, Hong Yun was very happy, hurriedly stepped forward to ask for a seat, and made tea again: "Second Young Master, why did you come to the palace?"

Ye Sanhui smiled and said: "I haven't seen my third brother for a long time, and I miss you a little, so I came to see you. By the way, where is my third brother?"

Hong Yun said: "The master is inside, this servant girl will go ask the master to come out now! But after the master comes out, the second son must be mentally prepared."

Ye Sanhui nodded when he met Hong Yun's gaze.

Ye Huaiqing came out of it wiping his red nose, and asked Hongyun if he was happy because he was so happy suddenly, but before Hongyun could speak, Ye Sanhui who was sitting on the side chair bumped into his sight.

This Ye Sanhui, with a bookish look and delicate features, looked at him smiling like a sculpture, one could tell he was a son of a civilized scholarly family.

But, he was not the real Ye Huaiqing, he didn't know the strange man who greeted him at all, he gave two dry smiles in return, and he habitually extended his hand: "Well, hello hello, may I ask who you are..."

The author has something to say: I feel more and more farming...