General Hugh wants me to have a child II: I am not a victim

Capital, family letter, Your Majesty, the three simple words have already made Song Nuo understand a lot of things. This is not a Taoyuan in a small village, this is another world, another space, and I am a time traveler.

"Ah..." With a wry smile and a sigh, Song Nuo got up from the bed, raised his re-bandaged right hand, and put it in front of his eyes. The white bandages turned into the whirlpool of obsession first, and Song Nuo's heart was in a mess. don't know what to do...

Countless thoughts popped up in Song Nuo's head, and he couldn't make sense of his thoughts in a mess. He stretched out his intact left hand and grabbed his hair back and forth. In the first few seconds of madness, a deep voice sounded, "Is your head uncomfortable?"

Song Nuo turned his head, and it was Bi Shengke who came in with the tray. Song Nuo forced the corner of his mouth and shook his head at Bi Shengke.Bi Shengke walked up to Song Nuo's side. Bi Shengke, who had always been a mediocre man, didn't think about anything, so he put the things on the small table beside the bed, looked at Song Nuo's messy hair like a bird's nest, and lowered his voice. Said: "Is it too long since I haven't washed my hair and itches? I'll wash it for you later."

Song Nuo saw that the bangs in front of his eyes were oily, and it was time to wash them, so he nodded.

Bi Shengke didn't forget that the medicine powder left by Bai Yao was drunk for Song Nuo, so he picked up the porridge bowl on the small table, stirred it with a spoon, blew it cold spoon by spoonful like yesterday, and fed it to Song Nuo. Song Nuo ate the porridge that Bi Shengke fed into his mouth, without the sweetness of yesterday's snowy charcoal, but with an inexplicable feeling, which gradually calmed Song Nuo's restlessness.

Song Nuo ate a whole bowl of porridge, and Bi Shengke made another book of medicine powder, this time probably because there was more medicine powder, Song Nuo cried and frowned.Bi Shengke hurriedly poured another glass of water for Song Nuo, and Song Nuo drank a glass of water to dilute the bitter taste in his mouth.

Bi Shengke told Song Nuo that he would boil water to wash his hair, then turned around and left the cabin.Song Nuo was the only one left in the room. Song Nuo couldn't lie down on the bed. He pulled off the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but found that there were no shoes. Song Nuo frowned, remembering that he seemed to be naked last night I went to urinate on my feet, and moved my right foot to my left leg. Sure enough, there was a layer of dirty gray on the soles of my feet.

Song Nuo sighed softly, it seemed that he couldn't get off the ground. Song Nuo sat by the bed and got up again, looking around at the furnishings in this room. Although the furnishings in this room are simple, many things have their own style. The screen painted with landscapes is atmospheric yet elegant. There are uniform hollow carvings on the bed curtains of the cabinets, a very strange flower that Song Nuo has never seen before, and there are some similar patterns on the tables and chairs, even on the kettles and cups. , These are enough to show the owner of this house, the painstaking efforts devoted to this house, no matter how Song Nuo sees the layout of this house, it is not the style of that bear man, how can such a thick-lined person pay attention to such a small place .

I don't know how long it took before a protest came from somewhere in Song Nuo's body. Song Nuo pursed his lips, looked at his bare feet, sighed mournfully, and walked barefoot to the place where the toilet was placed yesterday.

The toilet is placed in the corner on the right side of the door. There is nothing to cover it. You can see it as soon as you open the door. Song Nuo unbuttoned his belt and untied it. Just then the door was pushed open.Bi Shengke came in with a water basin. Seeing Song Nuo standing barefoot on the ground, Bi Shengke frowned and asked, "Why are you standing on the ground?"

Song Nuo pointed to the toilet behind him.

"It's Xiaojie?" Bi Shengke suddenly realized.

Song Nuo nodded.

Bi Shengke looked at Song Nuo's bare feet, frowned and said, "Stand still!"

Song Nuo froze, and obediently stood where he was.

Bi Shengke put the wooden basin in his hand on the shelf beside him, turned around and hugged Song Nuo.Song Nuo foolishly forgot to resist and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting and putting on the clothes. Song Nuo blushed and cursed in his heart, how could he become so passive.When Song Nuo was struggling, Bi Shengke's voice sounded above his head, "I forgot to find your shoes and came out. Your shoes and clothes were together and were taken back to the palace by Xiaosi. I will find someone else later. shoes for you to wear."

Song Nuo lowered his head, not wanting Bi Shengke to see his predicament, so he nodded silently.

"I'll wash your hair first." Bi Shengke moved the stool in front of Xiao En, turned around to get the tub, and didn't give Song Nuo a chance to refuse...

Song Nuo's right hand was splinted and couldn't move, so Bi Shengke took care of the whole process. Although Song Nuo's rough hands and feet made Song Nuo's body hurt, his hair was still washed very clean. The thing Bi Shengke used to wash Song Nuo's hair was a kind of The scented paste seems to be pure natural, and it feels fresh and comfortable after use.Bi Shengke turned around and went from the cabinet, took a white towel and wiped Song Nuo's head, the soft towel rubbed against his head, the comfortable touch made Song Nuo narrow his eyes...

Time flies by in a regular life, and another 7 days passed in a blink of an eye. Song Nuo and Bi Shengke get along day and night every day. Bi Shengke tries to take good care of Song Nuo every day, but there will always be troubles. Some oolongs.

But the oolong is the oolong. Song Nuo's body has been moving towards health under the care of Bi Shengke. Although the splint on his right hand has not been removed, it is nothing serious. He has almost moved freely. Only his voice has not made any progress. But because of the medicine, the pain is not so bad anymore, but he just can't make a sound, which also caused difficulties in communication between Song Nuo and Bi Shengke.Song Nuo started to rebel today. The trigger of this incident was caused by poor communication. He didn't eat a mouthful of three meals from morning to night. The simple two words "hunger strike"...

I want to ask Song Nuo why he went on a hunger strike, right? In fact, it’s not a big problem. It’s just a matter of eating. Song Nuo’s food is too simple, and it doesn’t even have any taste. Song Nuo, a good baby who has never been picky eaters, was killed Forced to rebel.

Song Nuo couldn't speak, and couldn't express his current thoughts with the shape of his mouth. When writing, Song Nuo's right hand was in plaster, and he barely used his left hand to write a few crooked characters with a brush, but it still had its shape, but Bi Shengke But he doesn’t know the modern characters he wrote. Song Nuo is going crazy. As the saying goes, if you don’t go crazy in silence, you will explode in silence. Song Nuo’s current situation is between the two. He is hungry but he will explode if he eats porridge again. , Song Nuo became abnormal, he chose to go on a hunger strike, even if he was killed, he ate bland porridge for seven days...

The chirping of cicadas in midsummer echoed in the dark forest. A bird flew down from the top of the tree and landed on the window sill of a wooden house. It looked at a little brother lying on the bed in the wooden house. His face was a little pale. The tall man was holding a bowl, as if he was coaxing a child, and then he said something. The little bird's simple little head couldn't figure out what two humans with complex brains were doing. He shook his little head and blinked. Wings fly again into the darkness...

"You can eat a little, you haven't eaten all day, your stomach will be overwhelmed, it's better to eat less!" Bi Shengke sat on the side of the bed with a bowl in his hand and tried to persuade him. He had never spoken in such a low voice before. In such a low voice, Bi Shengke had reached the limit of his patience, but looking at the porridge bowl in his hand, thinking that Song Nuo hadn't eaten anything all day, he still patiently continued to persuade, "Eat something, Bai Yao said your stomach It’s not good, your stomach won’t be able to bear it like this!”

"..." Song Nuo turned around and faced the bed, ignored Bi Shengke, slandering in his heart, it's porridge or porridge, can't we change it to something else?Thinking of Song Nuo, she pouted angrily, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The partner on the bed didn't respond. Bi Shengke's little patience was exhausted, and he put the bowl in his hand on the small table beside the bed, making a harsh and crisp sound.

Song Nuo turned his head in shock, Bi Shengke had already got up, turned on the lamp and saw the darkness in front of him, Song Nuo raised his eyebrows in the darkness, the bear lost his temper, he was so disappointed that he didn't see his expression.

Song Nuo thought and stretched out his hand to press his stomach. It's really, really uncomfortable without eating for a day. It hurts faintly, but it's still within the tolerance range. Sleep in a comfortable position in a panic...