After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

Weakness

What Su Yangjiao didn't expect was that no one responded when he raised his wine glass.

Wei Nanxun sat there calmly, he was not surprised, after all, a cold male lead is always a little arrogant.But Su Yunjie beside him didn't raise his glass either, which was beyond Su Yangjiao's expectation.

Su Yangjiao: "Second brother?"

He found that the always dignified second prince looked a little flustered at that moment, and then quickly disappeared the surprise, and put on a light smile that he was accustomed to. Only then did he regain his senses and slowly raised his glass: "Okay."

Su Yangjie stood up again, raised his hand to pick up the wine glass in front of Wei Nanxun, put it to his lips, drank it in one gulp, and said, "Don't worry, Wei Zhizi, it's just ordinary wine."

Afterwards, he put his glass of wine into Wei Nanxun's palm.

Wei Nanxun pinched the snow-white porcelain cup with slightly protruding palms and brought it to his lips to drink it up. There was a slight ripple in his deep eyes that were originally calm, and he said, "Fuhua wine?"

Su Yangjie hadn't spoken yet, but the second prince answered first: "It's Fuhua wine from Jialing Pass, Wei Zhizi should be familiar with it?"

Jialing Pass is located between Jiang Guo, Jing Guo and Mobei Grassland, it is the junction of the Three Kingdoms, Wei Nanxun used to guard the border for Jing Guo for several years, and the name of General Chasing Wind resounded throughout the north and south of Jialing Pass.

It seems that Wei Nanxun, who galloped on the battlefield, also liked the strong bars here.

Wei Nanxun was originally handsome, like a bright moon, with a dignified and indifferent temperament. He has fought in the battlefield for many years, which made his eyes look a little fierce.

Even though he was blind at the moment, the ferocity of killing and killing couldn't be concealed.It's just that he doesn't know what he is thinking with his eyes downcast, it seems that he is incompatible with the excitement of this banquet.

Su Yangjiao tried to get the two male protagonists to get acquainted or have a conversation several times, but obviously, both of them showed no interest in each other, so Su Yangjiao had no choice but to stop asking for trouble and start to talk to each other. I became interested in the meal in front of me.

The rest of the time passed, Wei Nanxun didn't speak again, the food in his bowl didn't take a sip but it was the wine glass at hand, it was empty several times and then refilled several times.

When Su Yunjie left, the smile on his face was a bit more sincere than usual, probably because he felt that his stubborn younger brother finally had a little appearance, before getting into the carriage, he approached Su Yangjiao and asked: "Fourth brother If the body is better, it is better to enter the palace as soon as possible to pay respects to the father, queen and queen, so as not to worry about them all the time."

Su Yangjie waved his hands pretending to be impatient, and playfully pushed the man to the side of the carriage, and said while drawing a long distance: "Okay, I see, second brother, go back quickly, it's hard to travel in snowy weather."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again, pulled Wei Nanxun, who was standing behind him expressionlessly, to the front, and said to Su Yunmo, who hadn't gotten into the car yet: "Second brother, come and see Wei Proton when you have time." ……And me."

After finishing speaking, his long and narrow eyes blinked slightly.

Before the carriage was far away, Su Yangjiao felt the sleeves he was clutching suddenly fall out of his palms. He looked down and realized that the man's dislike for him never left at a certain moment, but his disguise was too good , to hide all emotions.

After pulling back his sleeves, Wei Nanxun turned around and walked back. He was stubborn, even though he was blind, he still kept his spine straight, and his pride was like a hardened rock.

Su Yangjiao looked at the slender figure gradually blurring in the snowflakes, and he felt that Wei Nanxun was more like the bright red plum blossom in the courtyard, only showing a little color in the pure white, but he didn't know the snow on the branch When will it be gone.

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It snowed heavily for two whole days before it stopped.

Su Yangjiao was afraid of the cold, especially the cold that blew on his face, and it penetrated into his bones.

Yun Le brushed off the remaining snow on his body at the door, and then wiped off the dirty snow on Dr. Ye's trousers with a clean handkerchief, stomping his feet and whispering: "Master is afraid of the cold, we servants can only serve with extra care. "

Doctor Ye waved his hand helplessly, expressing his understanding.

He also knew a thing or two about what the rumored fourth prince looked like, even this Huawu mansion, he was determined not to set foot in it again, but as a little imperial physician, what qualifications did he have to be picky?

After carefully wiping off the snowflakes on Dr. Ye's body, Yun Le knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Master, Doctor Ye is here."

"Please."

Soon a male voice came from inside, it was nice and not feminine like a woman's.

Doctor Ye raised his breath and pushed the door open.

The ground dragon in the bedroom of Wuchenyuan is very warm, and the furnishings in the room are somewhat elegant, not as vulgar as the rumors say.

The fourth prince leaned on a beauty couch, his knees were covered with snow-white and shiny fox fur. His hair was not tied up, and his waist-length hair was scattered on his shoulders and chest. Thrilling.

Seeing Doctor Ye, Su Yangjiao casually placed the scroll in his hand on the table next to him, and nodded slightly to signal Yunle to move a wooden stool over.

Dr. Ye wandered back from the momentary trance, and quickly knelt down to salute, unknowingly there was already a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

"You don't need to salute, it's dark and snowy and the road is difficult, but you have to let Doctor Ye make this trip, it's hard work."

The fourth prince can be polite, how dare he accept this hard work?

"The old minister's duty is to protect the health of the royal family is the duty of our imperial hospital." He carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Su Yangjiao frowned, and said impatiently: "Doctor Ye doesn't have to say such nonsense in my Huawu Mansion. Since it's his duty, come over there and give me a pulse."

After speaking, the long eyelashes blinked, showing a bit of indifference, as if this was his original appearance.

Dr. Ye bowed and sat down on the wooden bench on the edge, and pressed his wrist tremblingly.

I don't know if it's because the earth dragon in this room is too hot, Su Yangjiao watched the other party's sweat change from fine to dense to congealed into beads, and finally rolled down along the wrinkled corners of his eyes.

"What? Doctor Ye is so nervous?"

Su Yangjiao raised his long eyes, and the corners of his lips moved slightly.

It was originally a joke, but it was Dr. Ye's paler cheeks that fell on Su Yangjiao's eyes. He suddenly sank in his heart, could it be that there is really some stubborn disease in this body?

Seeing the other party's mouth that was so nervous that he could hardly open it, Su Yangjie lifted the hair on his face, and said, "Doctor Ye just need to tell the truth, my prince guarantees that you can get out of Huawu Mansion safely, but If there is half a sentence to hide..."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to see the sunrise tomorrow morning."

Dr. Ye raised his head in fear, met those beautiful eyes, quickly knelt on the ground trembling and said: "May I ask the fourth prince, but he feels weak in limbs, afraid of the cold, often wakes up at night, and has no appetite even for delicate meals? "

Su Yangjiao thought about it for a while, and when everything was right, he let out a "hmm".

Dr. Ye lowered his whole body, almost lying on the ground, and said cautiously: "Fourth Prince, this is a weakness brought about by the womb."

Yun Le suddenly raised her voice and shouted: "Nonsense! The fourth prince has always been strong and healthy, and he has learned martial arts from the guards in the palace. Why is he suddenly born with a weak disease?"

That Doctor Ye was so frightened that his whole body trembled, he could only cry and said: "The Fourth Prince must have caught a cold a month ago, and the cold entered his body along the blood, and the Fourth Prince..."

"Add what? Say it!" Su Yangjiao frowned, as deserted as a cold spring in a mountain stream, without any warmth.

"In addition, the Fourth Prince didn't pay attention to it on weekdays, and never took care of it. He was suffering from internal qi, and now the disease is manifesting."

Su Yangjiao understood it this time. It should be that this body is inherently weak, but it has not manifested in the past ten years.

Therefore, the original body was not well maintained, and the doctors were embarrassed to say that it was extravagant, lustful and indulgent, which led to the exhaustion of the lamp and the symptoms of deficiency and cold.

He hadn't spoken yet, but Yun Le quit first, and said in a hurry: "You quack doctor, why do you slander our fourth prince like this? What do you mean by not paying attention and being angry? My master is not as dirty as you think It's just a rumor!"

The more he talked, the more angry he was, and he actually pressed his finger on the sword at his waist.

On the contrary, Su Yangjiao's face was indifferent, he raised his hand slightly to hold Yunle's arm, watched him shake his head slightly, then got up, unconsciously biting the corner of his lips, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, Su Yangjiao said: "Doctor Ye, do you have a cure?"

Doctor Ye, who was almost stuck on the ground, straightened up tremblingly, and said, "Fourth prince, as long as you insist on taking the medicine and maintain it according to the old minister's method, no more... no more..."

No more indulgence.

He really couldn't tell, he paused and continued: "The old minister can guarantee you no worries for at least ten years."

"What ten years?" Yun Le's eyes were red, and his mind buzzed. He knew his master best. Although he was indeed a bit arrogant and willful on weekdays, it was by no means as absurd as the rumors outside.

"Okay Yunle." Su Yangjie raised his hand, blinked his long eyelashes calmly, "Send Dr. Ye out, don't be unreasonable."

Yun Le made a promise with a nasal voice, and led Dr. Ye out.

Su Yangjiao felt a little irritated in his chest, and he seemed unable to breathe out that breath, which made him really uncomfortable.Looking up, a silver moon rose outside the window, and the moonlight quietly sprinkled pale light in, soundlessly.

Su Yangjie got up from the couch, picked up the thick cloak, tied it up, and walked towards the door.

In the past few days through the book, he seems to be worried about whether he can survive safely, whether he will accidentally anger Wei Nanxun, and whether the plot deviates from the established track and whether he can go back.

I thought that I could survive the wedding night when I was supposed to die, even if I was temporarily safe, at least I didn't have to worry about my life anymore.

However, now he has learned that even if he escaped the fateful wedding night, he still has such a weakness.

ten years?

Su Yangjie grabbed a jade flute beside the table.

This was seen stored in a corner box in the study room the day before yesterday, and I think the original body has never been taken out.

Pushing open the door, silver light gently poured down from the pitch-black sky and landed at his feet, familiar yet unfamiliar.

He is so tired.

He wants to go home.

In ancient times, Su Shi sent lovesickness to the moon. Facing the icy moonlight, the melancholy of homesickness gushed out immediately.

"The crows live in the white trees in the courtyard, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is wet with cold dew."

The sound of the flute is sobbing, and the voice whispers the sad nostalgia. Su Yangjie never knew that he could play "Fu Rong Zhe" so bleakly.

It seems that those memories of being forced to practice flute by parents when I was a teenager have become rare and precious.

"Everyone is looking forward to the bright moon tonight, and I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into."

It is not alone that one is homesick on a moonlit night.

The author says:

Note: Crows live in white trees in the atrium, and sweet-scented osmanthus is wet with cold dew.

Tonight, Yueming people are looking forward to it, and I don't know whose family Qiu Si will fall.

The original text comes from Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian's "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong"

Fourth Su: "He said I can only live for ten years... blah blah blah"

Mrs. Su: "He won't survive ten days."