meet you first

When Lu Langfeng finished handling things and returned to the room again, what he saw was Ye Qingjiu leaning against the bed and falling asleep.

His brows were tightly frowned, even in his dreams, his pale face was bloodless, and the sunlight reflected on his face through the tulle, making his skin seem transparent.

"General, this..." Fei Xu and Nan Xu stood at a loss, afraid that Ye Qingjiu would fall asleep like this, and that improper movements would disturb his rest.

Lu Langfeng waved his hand to signal them to back down, and he quietly walked forward, gently picking up and laying the person down.

The eye feathers of the person in his arms trembled slightly, his breathing was unstable but he did not wake up. Lu Langfeng covered him with the quilt, and accidentally found that Ye Qingjiu was still holding a purse in his hand.

Lu Langfeng wanted to take it out, but Ye Qingjiu subconsciously held the purse tightly in his arms. He still didn't wake up, so he changed his posture and turned his back to him, and murmured a few words before Lu Langfeng had time Hear the words clearly.

If I read it right just now... there is a mark on that purse that belongs to me?

Lu Langfeng couldn't figure out why Ye Qingjiu had this purse that belonged to him. Could it be that they had seen it before?

Many things seem to be impossible to explain with common sense. Since Ye Qingjiu should have gone the moment he collapsed at the gate of the General's Mansion... Why did he wake up again at this time? Su Xiaojiu had already entered Ye Qingjiu's body. Why did it disappear again.

Lu Langfeng felt that there was nothing wrong with Su Xiaojiu occupying Ye Qingjiu's body because the imperial doctor said that Ye Qingjiu should not be able to hold on long ago. It was just that Su Xiaojiu continued to use this body. A real person...

Lu Langfeng pressed the center of his brows, feeling unprecedentedly tired, so he didn't notice the fleeting smile on the corner of Ye Qingjiu's mouth.

As the night fell, Lu Langfeng stood by the bed and watched Ye Qingjiu eat. He said that it was a meal, but it was just a bowl of porridge, accompanied by the few dishes that could be eaten during the recovery period.

But to heal the wound, one must avoid food, avoid spicy food, less salt and less oil, the taste of the dishes is naturally far from the usual, but Ye Qingjiu still ate slowly, not picky eaters, and took a small bite of everything.

"But the food is not to your taste? Eat so little?" Lu Langfeng walked over, picked up some chopsticks and put some vegetables into Ye Qingjiu's bowl.

"The general is worrying too much, it's just that he has no appetite and can't eat." Ye Qingjiu put down his chopsticks after eating the food that Lu Langfeng put into the bowl for him, and didn't intend to move any more.

There is no question of whether it suits your taste. It is not easy to get white rice to eat when you are at home. You can only see some oily meat during Chinese New Year and holidays. He has never even seen some of these delicate dishes, let alone tasted them. .

I still remember when I was 14 years old, my mother saved some money and hid it just to buy new year's goods. Years ago, she happily woke up Ye Qingjiu early to go to the market, but when she went to look for money, the money bag was empty.

It turned out that the gambler father stole all the money and lost all his money, so that year they had a very miserable life. Every family had a reunion with wine and meat on the table, and Ye Qingjiu and his mother only had two bowls of dinner porridge.

It is said to be porridge, but in fact there are not even a few grains of rice.After eating, the two worked together to patch up the window that was smashed by the debt collector.

That year, Ye Qingjiu couldn't even put on one of the new clothes every year. His mother felt sorry for him and went out in a hurry. When she came back, she had a few pieces of brand new cloth in her hand.

At that time, Ye Qingjiu was so happy that she repeatedly asked her mother where she still had money, and her mother threaded the needle under the lamplight, and said lovingly, "Mother always has her own way."

It was only later that Ye Qingjiu found out that it was the money her mother got when she pawned the hairpin that her grandmother gave her...

"Why are you crying? Grandma knows that mother is here to make clothes for Xiaojiu. Grandma won't blame mother. Grandma must love our Xiaojiu too."

Thinking of this, Ye Qingjiu couldn't breathe as if her throat was being strangled. She managed to calm down after a few efforts, and lowered her head slightly to cover her red eye sockets.

Looking at his thin face, Lu Langfeng still couldn't help but feel distressed, even his chin was thin and pointy. It was hard to grow a little flesh on Su Xiaojiu's body in the past two months, and it has been reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye in the past two days...

"Eat more and your body will get better sooner." Lu Langfeng said so, and at the same time ordered the kitchen to prepare more appetizing meals tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, General." Ye Qingjiu lowered his head, staring blankly at the corner of Lu Langfeng's clothes, not knowing what to say, but felt that the scorching gaze stayed on the top of his head for a long time.

The general is still as careful and considerate as before, just like giving him clothes and silver back then... But now this kindness does not belong to him, but to another person, it just happened to be entrusted to him That's all.

I am like a thief.

"Don't think too much." A deep voice sounded beside him, Ye Qingjiu looked up, but Lu Langfeng avoided his gaze, turned around and brought the medicine in front of him.

"It's still hot, don't touch it." Lu Langfeng avoided his hands, carefully scooped up the medicine juice and put it down, let it cool down before handing it to him.

Ye Qingjiu tested the temperature, then raised his head and gulped it down. The strong and bitter taste of the medicine permeated the whole mouth along his throat, and the taste was not pleasant.

"My lord, let's have a candied fruit." Fei Xu presented various candied fruit jars in front of Ye Qingjiu. Ye Qingjiu hesitated for a while before taking the most regular one.

The sweet flesh dispelled the smell of the medicine instantly, Ye Qingjiu held it in his mouth, reluctant to swallow it.

"Go to bed early and have a good rest. You can summon me for anything. Someone is waiting outside the house at any time."

After finishing speaking, Lu Langfeng turned and left.

Fei Xu followed Nan Xu and asked in a low voice: "Sister, why doesn't the general sleep with the master tonight..."

"Don't talk too much, the master is the master, and the son is the son."

"But master and son, aren't they the same person?"

"Of course not, you can tell the difference."

"Good sister..."

The voices of the two became farther and farther away, Ye Qingjiu covered her eyes, and the tears she had endured for a long time finally flowed down silently.

In the middle of the night, Ye Qingjiu, who was physically and mentally exhausted, gradually fell asleep.

In a trance, there seemed to be someone sitting beside the bed, the dim candlelight blurred his vision, and he couldn't see clearly, only felt that the person's gaze on his body was soft and tender, and finally couldn't resist the drowsiness, Ye Qing closed his eyes Eyes, let yourself fall into a deep sleep.

"General, son, he..."

Lu Langfeng signaled Nan Xu to keep quiet, and carefully closed the door before saying, "He's too weak to sweat. I've already helped him change his clothes, so stay tuned and call me if you need anything."

"Yes, General." Nan Xu saluted, and did not stand up straight until Lu Langfeng disappeared into the boundless night.

The general had expected that Mr. Ye would feel unwell in the middle of the night, so he came here in person, changed his clothes and made sure that Mr. Ye fell asleep before leaving.

Nan Xu lowered her head and chuckled, I'm afraid the general is not for the son, but for the master... I don't know if the master——

Alas... Nanxu sighed softly, and the hot air he exhaled turned into white mist in the night, and soon dissipated.

It was getting colder.