Green tea sick beauty just wants to be a salted fish

The northern region is very cold, the sky is dry and the things are dry, and the days are barely past the end of summer. The bleak autumn wind can't wait to whistle past the window, and there is the whistling sound of the wind.

Fu Cheng's painting boat is parked on the bank of Hengjiang River, it is Prince Xinde's private painting boat.

Looking from a distance, the painting boat is majestic and majestic, full of royal luxury, but when you look closely, it reveals the unique graceful beauty of the south of the Yangtze River. The exquisite palace lanterns are brightly lit all night, illuminating the dark river surface.

Anyone who reads it can't help sighing: This prince loves the little son of the Fu family too much.

But in the eyes of the dignitaries who are familiar with all kinds of palace secrets, the overly luxurious and exquisite royal cruise ship has nothing to do with the magnificent style that the Prince of the North has always admired, and it is indeed a bit abrupt.

To be disrespectful, this painting boat does not seem like a prince would use it at all. On the contrary, it coincides with the preference of Yu Hanzhou, the only official in the dynasty who was born in the south of the Yangtze River.

What's even more coincidental is that in the past few days, there has been another gossip leaked out of nowhere, saying that the prince's painting boat was snatched from Yu Hanzhou's shipyard...

Because the means of envoys were not up to the mark, the crown prince didn't even dare to tell the present majesty, and he didn't know when he would have to send the painting back, but it seemed that Yu Xiangji didn't care about it.

The rich and powerful children who had been at loggerheads with the crown prince in the past were all waiting to see this joke, but since it was about the crown prince's face in the end, they were not good at talking too much.

Fu Cheng didn't know about it.

He lived in a luxurious and luxurious boat, but his body was useless. When it was cold and at night, his throat was itchy unbearably, and he couldn't sleep well.

I just ate an extra piece of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps this day, and I kept coughing and tossing and turning at night, with blood rushing straight to my throat, which was very uncomfortable.

Perhaps he coughed worse tonight than usual, but within a quarter of an hour, Chunxi, who was sleeping outside, hurried in with a bowl of white fungus pear soup.

Fu Cheng was lying on his side on the huanghuali wooden couch, with his back facing the outside room, he lazily opened his eyes when he heard footsteps, but he just hugged the quilt, motionless.

Chunxi got used to his indifference, and quickly put down the plate lightly, and came closer.

"Young master, get up and drink some soup. If you cough any more, your throat will be swollen and painful again tomorrow."

Having said that, he stretched out his hand, but it just stopped on top of Fu Cheng, and he didn't dare to force him to help him.

Fu Cheng was very afraid of the cold, so she didn't think much about it, but her throat was very itchy... Her eyes opened and closed, but she turned over slowly, propped up the bed with one hand, and was about to get up.

Chunxi hastily stuffed a cloud brocade pillow behind his back to make him sit still, and then carefully pulled back the thrown brocade quilt to cover it up.

Immediately, a bowl of hot pear soup was brought over and placed in front of him.

Fu Cheng was only wearing a thin tunic, still hugging the quilt, her bony fingers rested on the dark brocade quilt, illuminated by the candlelight, the fingers became soft and slender, like nephrite jade, extremely eye-catching.

Chunxi couldn't help but looked away, as if she had been scalded, she looked away, she didn't dare to look again, let alone look at the young man on the couch who didn't have a weak crown... She just bent down and lowered her head, and brought the plate closer ...

It's not that she doesn't want to please you, but it's just...

When I first saw him that day, I saw the young master so distracted that I knocked over the plate. If the young master hadn't suffered a sudden illness and Qiu Feng was punished with a stick, he just mixed up this matter, and the prince might have already gouged her eyes.

The soup in the bowl was steaming and hot, and the smoke reached his chin.

Only then did Fu Cheng come back to his senses, glanced at it with downcast eyes, thought for a while, raised his hand reluctantly, picked up the spoon, and drank slowly one by one.

In fact, he really wanted the servant girl or servant to feed him. After all, he was used to salted fish, but his body had a strange disease, so he couldn't get in close contact with people.

When he woke up that day, a maid named Qiu Feng saw that he was weak and couldn't get up, so she wanted to feed him medicine.

Unexpectedly, just as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, he suddenly fell ill. He vomited heart-piercingly and passed away directly.

The prince was furious immediately when he saw it, and ordered someone to drag the maid out and forcibly folded her hand. After that, no one dared to touch a finger of him again.

Chunxi's ability to survive until today is all due to keeping a distance from him.

Afterwards, Imperial Physician Chen came and looked at it a few times, but he only vaguely said that it was a heart attack, and he prescribed a prescription and it passed.

The prince was furious and wanted to cure the imperial doctor, but he heard that it was a heart attack, so he also pretended to be deaf and dumb, and let him rest well.

Fu Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to this pua-loving scumbag, and wanted someone to rescue that innocent and troubled maid, but the dog prince sent Qiu Feng back to the palace that day, not letting him see anyone again.

Not two days later, Chun Xi secretly brought back the news that Qiu Feng's injury was not serious, and he became the prince's concubine, named Qiu Liangdi, and now he is very proud.

Fu Cheng didn't know how to react for a while, and was stunned for a while, but didn't understand how this happened.

Chunxi hinted at him: "The prince likes someone with a gentle temperament like you. Qiu Feng was originally given to the prince by the empress."

You know, Qiu Feng's tenderness is like water, a little bit like Fu Cheng before he was seriously ill, but now that he has been beaten, the sick one is even more so.

The prince had some scruples and dared not touch Fucheng, so he had plenty of substitutes to recommend himself as a pillow.

After listening to it, Fu Cheng figured it out for a while, and felt a little off-putting, so she waved her hands and lay down to sleep without saying anything.

At this moment, the smooth white fungus pear soup slid down his stomach, and his throat felt a little better. Fu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a few more sips.

This pear soup is clear in color, but it smells like medicine... It is said that it is added with medicine to nourish the body, but who knows what the real medicine is?

But Fu Cheng didn't care much about it, he just didn't like the taste and didn't like to drink it.

Barely quenching her thirst, Fu Cheng threw the spoon on the plate, withdrew her hand, and spat out two words listlessly.

"Fruit tea."

He had a bitter taste in his mouth and wanted to drink fruit tea.

Chunxi was a little hesitant after hearing this, and persuaded in a low voice: "My lord, your body... Imperial Physician Chen said that you can't drink anything except soup and water."

No matter how difficult it is to give birth, I'm afraid it will hinder my lifespan.

She overheard the last sentence from Chen Taiyi's apprentice today, and she didn't know if the crown prince knew about it.

Thinking of this, Chunxi felt sad, and advised:

"My lord, please drink some more soup. The crown prince is definitely worried about your illness. Besides... besides, you also know that when you are sick now, those bastards are eager to climb on the crown prince's bed. I hope you have something good or bad." .

Qiu Feng changed her name to Qiu Cheng yesterday... If she hadn't been reprimanded by the crown prince, she would have come to condolences to you with great fanfare, just like the mistress of the Eastern Palace, she would lose face.

If you ask me, you and the prince are still childhood sweethearts, who can compare. "

The more Chunxi talked, the more indignant she became, and her face was full of anger.

Fu Cheng yawned uninterestedly when he heard the words, and turned his head, too lazy to speak.

It can't be said that he is a time traveler, and he doesn't care how many concubines the prince has slept with...

He only cares about his fruit tea.

But the fruit tea is not available right now, Chunxi refuses.

Fu Cheng pondered, Chun Xi was useless, and could only let others fulfill his request.

He didn't lose his temper either. After thinking for a while, he curled up under the blanket like a boneless one, quietly feeling the warmth lingering around him.

He lives in the prince's painting boat, and the food and clothing are of course the best. You can get a glimpse of the brocade quilt that slips with one hand and the embroidery that is too rare.

But this is what should be given to him, after all, Fucheng's real status is not low.

Since the status is not low, how to order people?

Fu Cheng thought about it, in her previous life, as the smallest quilt demon, she slept all day long, didn't need to eat or drink, and when she was cold, a child took the initiative to hug him to keep him warm, so her life was long and worry-free. Basically no help.

How comfortable it is to live this kind of life as a sick child in captivity now. He suffers from illness every night, and the prince deliberately belittles his status. It is not a good life at all.But let's say it's sad, on the surface it's really rich and well-fed, and it's not even a matter of someone serving you.

If this envoy did not enter the boat, with the identity of this body, it would only be a matter of saying a word.

But now he is just a "son" in captivity, and his identity is trampled in the mud by Ke Jiner, which is really too troublesome to do.

Otherwise, if you don't work hard and continue to be salty, you won't last many days anyway.

Fu Cheng was a little annoyed by the things the prince did, frowned and coughed for a while, then threw the slightly blood-stained handkerchief aside, pursed her red lips slightly and was dazed.

Chunxi couldn't wait for a response for a long time, so she quietly raised her head to look at the boy.

Seeing this, he was a little dazed.

It was night on the river at this time, and the candles in the painting boat were full of light, not very bright, but it was enough to clearly outline the confusing picture in front of you.

The boy's untucked black hair snaked and fell down along the high-quality huanghuali wooden couch, like black jade, just like those slanting eyes, always shrouded in fog, but just take a look , as if being sucked in.

So much so that he couldn't concentrate on looking at the boy's facial features.

Chunxi couldn't help but blushed slightly, thinking in a daze, and unconsciously turned her eyes, and her obsessive eyes fell on those hands.

I saw a few waxy white fingers tugging at the corner of the brocade quilt, and they were pulling it back and forth, and after a while, they were holding the sharp corner of the quilt and dangling it very childishly, very naughty .

She actually wanted to smile, the boy's behavior made her feel soft and hot.

But for some reason, after watching this for a long time, Chunxi felt her heart start to tighten, as if she was afraid that the overly fragile knuckles of the boy on the couch would be like snow piled up on the branches in early spring, and they would fall apart as soon as she exerted herself...

Probably because she was really bewitched, Chunxi moved forward by a strange coincidence...

Then... I smelled a vaguely cold fragrance, I couldn't tell what it was like, probably it was the snow in early winter, or the frost and dew in autumn night, mixed with a bit of bloody sweet smell, it was very unpredictable.

Thinking of the evaluation of the young master that I heard before... After the first national teacher, the world's most beautiful Yan Ruyu, with unparalleled grace and beauty, is recognized as the son of astrology.

It's only natural for such a young man to be with the stars and smell good...

Some charming and secretive thoughts gradually drifted a little far away, and the girl's eyes revealed a look of longing.

She got closer and closer, so close that she could touch the boy on the couch as soon as she stretched out her hand, until...

The candlestick on the table suddenly made a "pop" sound.

Immediately afterwards, "Papa Papa" was repeated several times, abruptly and hurriedly.

Fu Cheng came to his senses upon hearing the sound, raised his eyelids, picked up the teacup on the small table and rinsed his mouth to get rid of the bloody smell in his mouth.

Finally, he put the cup back, raised his eyes and saw that Chunxi was still wandering away, his eyes faded invisibly, and turned his head quietly to look at the other side.

A few dirty and wet stones were added to the table not far away, and they were falling beside the candlestick, which was very abrupt and funny.

And the newly replaced window screen was poked a few holes again, just like the past few days, blatantly...

This reminded Fu Cheng of his first life, when he was not reincarnated into a quilt demon, he would occasionally meet some naughty children who liked to bully him, deliberately throwing muddy stones on the wheelchair he was sitting on, They hit him one by one, staring at his face as they hit.

Fu Cheng frowned slightly, and looked away.

He knew who these stones belonged to, and he also knew why the other party deliberately disturbed him... For half a month, there were prying eyes everywhere, sticky and disgusting, they would appear every night, as if expecting him to show panicked expressions expression.

In order to destroy his personality and dignity in all directions, the dog prince really did everything he could.

But anyway, this is also an opportunity that can be used.

Fu Cheng lowered her eyes impatiently, grabbed a small ornament on the couch and threw it out, and it just hit the screen, making a bang.

The young man lost his temper suddenly, Chunxi was so startled that he came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked at Fu Cheng's face.

Seeing the young man with picturesque brows, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were as cold as an autumn night.

His voice was very soft, with the unique hoarseness of a teenager when he changed his voice, and he opened his mouth very slowly: "Let the people outside go away, and bring the fruit tea."

"Ah...yes, my lord, this servant is going!" Chunxi was flustered by the sight, subconsciously took a few steps back, turned her head and walked out quickly.

She raised her eyes and stared closely at the corner of the room, where there was a small window, and a strange shadow was being cast on the half-transparent window screen at the moment, as if she was looking at her across the window.

Chunxi clenched the handkerchief unconsciously, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she felt a chill all over her back.

When she got out of the room and saw the two imperial guards standing silently outside the door, she took a deep breath and calmed down, and said with a smile:

"Brother guard, young master sleeps lightly at night and is easily awakened. You two should go ahead and guard?"

As soon as the words came out, the two of them looked at Chunxi with a smile that was not a smile, and the leader said: "Miss Chunxi, the two of us are under the order of the crown prince to protect the young master's safety all day long, and we can't just leave as soon as we say it." .”

The word "close-fitting" is obviously specially emphasized.

Chunxi's face paled when she heard this, and said, "But you keep making noises, how can you sleep peacefully, my lord?"

"Girl!" Another guard suddenly raised his voice and said, "You should understand that the crown prince has ordered that no one is allowed to touch Young Master Fu. If Young Master Fu wants anything, you must obey his order and not disobey it. Just now... we wouldn't take random actions to disturb you, don't you think so?"

As soon as these words came out, Chunxi, who was already a bit charming, shuddered suddenly, and couldn't help thinking of the threat of the warning when the prince came today. She was awake for a while, and hurriedly lowered her head to bless her body. road:

"It's nothing to do with slaves and maidservants. Please forgive me. Chunxi will never do it again."

Seeing that she understood, the two guards couldn't help but look at each other, showing satisfaction, waved their hands and went back to stand guard.

The shorter guard continued to stand under the window in a big way, letting his shadow fall completely on the window screen before standing still.

But before he turned his head and continued to peek into the house, the taller guard dragged him to the corner, pressed his shoulder and said:

"Restraint, don't provoke that person to lose his temper, be careful if you get angry, it's hard to explain to the prince, then you and I can't bear it and walk around."

"But isn't this what the crown prince ordered? Please don't treat this person as a nobleman, so as not to be arrogant." The short guard was not convinced.

Guard Gao immediately patted his head, and said angrily: "You can tell the prince's way of controlling people? If you tell you to restrain yourself, restrain yourself! Stop talking nonsense!"

The short guard was a little disappointed for a moment, looked back unwillingly, and muttered a few nasty words such as "Look what's wrong", "A man is so beautiful", "Isn't he serving the prince on the bed", and so on. Presumptuous, honestly stood a little more concealed, and did not show his whereabouts again.

Chunxi had never practiced martial arts before, so she couldn't hear this episode, plus she had a ghost in her heart, so she walked back quickly with her head down.

Before she had time to report Fu Cheng's condition, she did not dare to disobey the prince's words, she went to fetch the fruit tea herself, and brought it back for Fu Cheng to drink.

"My lord, those two guards have already left. This fruit tea...is not good for your health, so don't drink too much."

Fu Cheng nodded, took the cup and drank slowly.

The fruit tea is warm and sweet, and the bitterness in the mouth is quickly removed.

Fu Cheng didn't believe that the guards were gone, those two would open the window and stare at him almost every night, disgusting.

But just because they are the lackeys of the prince, they will only listen to the prince, peeping/rape him, wanting to humiliate him and let him accept his fate, but at the same time, they are concerned about his true identity, and have to meet all of Fu Cheng's demands.

Just to take advantage of it.

Anyway, this body won't last long, and eating and drinking can't stop him from dying, so it's better to satisfy yourself first.

As for Chunxi... this girl doesn't know who sent her here, so she can't be trusted.

Fu Cheng drank a cup of fruit tea very slowly, and then lazily leaned back on the pillow, drooping her eyelids and meditating.

The young man is handsome and handsome, even if he is depressed and not at all energetic, he is still fascinating.

Having learned the lesson just now, Chunxi didn't dare to look at it any more. She just smiled and took the set of turquoise ornaments from the shelf for the boy to play with.

Fu Cheng quite likes this set of decorations, and played with it for a long time after getting it yesterday, now holding it in his hand, touching the cool turquoise, the whole person relaxes a lot.

Seeing this, Chunxi recalled what the prince told her to say this morning, and took this opportunity to say:

"My lord, this turquoise ornament was sent by the Crown Prince. It is said that Master Yu Hanzhou searched for it for a long time, and then the Crown Prince and Master Yu came across this ornament at the auction at the same time, and they both fetched sky-high prices. The auction was slightly better and won.

The former prince heard that you didn't sleep well and wanted to relieve your boredom, so he sent it here without saying a word. The prince is really kind to you.Yu Xiang's financial resources are also comparable to the crown prince's, and those who follow him will not suffer much..."

Hearing this, Fu Cheng raised her eyes to glance at Chun Xi's apprehensive expression, then lowered her eyes to look at the delicate ornaments, thought for a while, and threw them aside.

Stop playing.