Next, Yun Jingchu rambled on about everything he had with Baili Wushang in the past.
"...Thank you for helping me so much, and you have no regrets, and you don't even care about my indifference. Without you, I don't know if I can get through those difficulties safely..."
Time passed by, and Yun Jingchu kept talking for more than an hour. Dao stood at the door and listened quietly. In the meantime, he poured tea for Yun Jingchu twice.
Just when Yun Jingchu's rambling was coming to an end, footsteps came from outside, and then a respectful inquiry: "Commander, King Kang's dinner is ready, can you send it in now?"
"..." Dao raised his head and glanced at Yun Jingchu, then opened the door and walked out. When he returned, he already had a tray in his hand, and there was a strange thing on the tray.
It's strange because in this era, this thing was very rare. It was made of leather, with a round body like a kettle on the bottom, and a pointed mouth on the top.
In fact, although the shape is a bit strange, it is not unfamiliar to Yun Jingchu. This is the shape of the baby bottle that Yun Jingchu drew a sketch a long time ago for people to imitate. The purpose is to facilitate feeding certain unconscious people medicine.
Soup and diet.
"Miss, it's time for Prince Kang's dinner. Let your subordinates feed him." Dao walked to the bed and reported respectfully.
Yun Jingchu was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "Let me do it."
I don't know if it was because he talked too much, but Yun Jingchu's voice was a little hoarse.
Dao was stunned for a moment, then he saw Yun Jingchu kicking off his shoes, climbing onto the bed, then neatly lifting Baili Wushang, letting him lean on his left side, and then stretched out his hand to Dao: "Give me the milk bottle.
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"...Ah, okay." Dao came back to his senses and handed the milk jug on the tray to Yun Jingchu. Yun Jingchu lowered his head, put the spout into Baili Wushang's mouth, and then gently squeezed the body of the jug...
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Maybe Baili Wushang slept too deeply and his swallowing movements were too slow, or maybe Yun Jingchu's movements were not very skillful enough, and milky white milk overflowed from the corners of Baili Wushang's mouth...
As soon as Yun Jingchu reached out, the knife handed a clean white brocade handkerchief placed next to the bed to Yun Jingchu. Yun Jingchu gently wiped the corners of Baili Wushang's mouth clean, and then slowed down the squeeze of the pot body.
action.
Dao watched from the side, a flash of envy flashed in his dark and deep eyes. The envy appeared and disappeared just as quickly, and fell into silence in an instant.
The feeding process went very slowly, and Baili Wushang was not a baby after all. The milk bottle was very big, three times the size of a baby bottle. Therefore, a full half an hour passed, and Yun Jingchu felt that Baili Wushang was leaning on him.
The left side of my body and the arm holding the milk bottle were a little numb, but only half of the milk in the bottle was consumed.
Dao soon discovered Yun Jingchu's discomfort. When Yun Jingchu adjusted his sitting posture and the direction of his wrists for the third time, Dao couldn't help but said: "Miss, let me do it next."
In the past, Dao personally took care of Baili Wushang most of the time, so he knew that this matter was not easy. In the past, he just used a pillow to prop up Baili Wushang's head and held the milk bottle with his hand. This lasted for a long time.
My hands feel sore.
"...No need." Yun Jingchu smiled and shook his head.
When Baili Wushang stayed away from home for more than two years because of her, he traveled with her all over the country, protected her from wind and rain, and solved her problems. She just fed him milk. How could he feel tired?