She stepped onto the ship and replied calmly, "Nothing."
Wang Xuan's reminders and warnings must not be discussed with Ji Yunyuan at the moment. When it comes to himself, Ji Yunyuan can easily get into trouble. Moreover, the specific situation is still unknown.
Thinking of this, He Mucheng turned around and entered the side room.
The ship set sail and headed slowly towards Jiankang in the biting cold wind.
Just as He Mucheng was taking off his cloak, he heard a soldier knocking on the door hurriedly, "Girl, the general is sick, do you have any medicine?"
Hmm? Sick?
Because Ji Yunyuan pretended to be ill before, He Mucheng has been angry to this day, so it is absolutely impossible for him to lie.
Therefore, He Mucheng went straight to Ji Yunyuan's wing without even thinking about it.
When he pushed the door open and walked in, he saw that the originally high-spirited man was lying on the bed early. His eyes were lightly closed and his stern brows were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring great discomfort.
Jiankang is also close at hand.
"Ayan, I feel uncomfortable, can you stay with me?" He curled up the corners of his mouth, his face full of longing.
"You're already sick and don't forget to use your tongue, bah!" He Mucheng cursed this sentence, but his heart was beating hard.
He Musheng sighed helplessly. Slowly, smelling the unique fragrance on his body, He Musheng also felt sleepy. After a while, the two of them were breathing each other.
He Mucheng finally stopped being stubborn.
"What's wrong?" She wrapped the back of his hand with catkins and asked with a frown.
He half-sited up and let the little girl play around without saying anything. He didn't say anything until he took the medicine obediently, and then he pulled her sleeve with an aggrieved look.
He Mucheng slowly lowered his body, put his side face close to Ji Yunyuan's clothes, put his ear close to his heart, and listened carefully for a long time.
Now, she can no longer tell why she was afraid at that time.
She, without realizing it, had tears in her eyes...
After trying several times to no avail, He Mucheng finally gave up and stopped moving.
Ji Yunyuan also had a puzzled look on his face. He seemed worried, but He Mucheng responded with a smile and comforted him to calm down.
How familiar is this description?
He Mucheng looked at him quietly, and as he looked, he saw his brows furrowed, and he stretched out his hand to touch his heart.
She instinctively wanted to escape, but this man was too strong. Even if he was infected with the cold, it would not affect his dominance at all.
She knew that Ji Yunyuan didn't like to dwell on the past. He was a person who lived in the present and the future. Things that had already happened, whether happy or sad, could not be recalled for him.
She sighed softly, raised her hand to hold Ji Yunyuan's somewhat cold palm, then glanced at him and asked loudly, "Do you know where you went wrong?"
After entering the palace, He Mucheng followed Ji Yunyuan. Before he had walked a few steps, he saw a palace official blocking everyone's way. The person raised his chin and said condescendingly, "Nan's Ayan, Concubine Yu has invited you."
In this way, she and Ji Yunyuan walked together, slowly heading towards the imperial city under the guidance of the angel.
As he spoke, without waiting for the little girl to respond, he had already locked her in his arms.
Was it because she couldn't complete the main mission and couldn't return to reality, or was it because she couldn't let go of the man who haunted her and couldn't bear to see him fall?
"It's a little sour here," he held the little girl's fingertips and pressed them against his strong and powerful heartbeat. "Somehow, it seems like there are millions of insects and ants biting the heart and lungs."
That's why he wanted to make up for the harm he had caused her, and in the days to come, he would do everything to the extreme, no matter how small it was.
Having said this, Ji Yunyuan tightened his arms again and kissed her forehead, "Ayan, I'm so thirsty for you, you little wild cat, you will always torture me..."
He Mucheng fell into deep thought for a moment.
Before they even got ashore, they saw carriages and horses waiting at the embankment not far away. No need to think about it, Sima Shao had also prepared it.
"How long are you willing to wait?" He Mucheng's tone also sounded a bit rogue, as if to punish him for what he had done before.
Ji Yunyuan slowly opened his eyes.
"It can't talk." He Mucheng raised his head and glanced at Ji Yunyuan, his words coquettishly.
This guy...is already asleep?
Is he going to sleep with her...?
When Ji Yunyuan woke up, his fever had subsided.
He Mucheng's heart softened, and he hurried to the bed and stretched out catkins to cover his forehead.
He Mucheng wanted to refuse, but just as he was about to speak, he heard a shallow breath coming from above his head.
In a daze, He Mucheng came back to his senses when he felt Ji Yunyuan's rough fingertips rubbing the end of his eyes.
After doing all this, she gently pushed the person on the doorstep and said softly, "Ji Yunyuan, get up and take the medicine."
Ji Yunyuan walked down the slope and nodded hurriedly, "I shouldn't pretend to be dead and make you worry."
With a hoarse voice, he looked at He Mucheng with pity. His eyes, which were always as wise as an eagle, were now full of tenderness and affection.
When she and Wang Xuan eavesdropped on Nan Yue's soliloquy on the branches of the Lucheng Palace, and learned that Ji Yunyuan might die, didn't she feel the same way and couldn't control herself?
"Ayan," Ji Yunyuan lowered his head, kissed her gently on the temples, and murmured, "Don't worry, when do you want to get married, just tell me and I will be there at any time."
Does she...do she really love him to the core?
He Mucheng winked at Shi Hong, looked at Ji Yunyuan again, then bent down to lift the curtain and stepped forward.
"Ayan, would you like to stay in my room today? I just hug you and won't overstep your bounds..."
"Ayan, don't cry anymore, don't make me feel guilty all the time. I want to use the next days to treat you well."
"You can wait as long as you want," Ji Yunyuan smiled helplessly, and then reminded him pitifully, "But Ah Yan, I have already passed the age of weakness. The men of the same age as me, except Wang Xuan, all have children. I think
You are only a year old, but don’t make me wait too long..."
He Mucheng arranged his clothes and saw Shi Hong smiling at her from a distance, with dazzling white teeth.
Hmm? Concubine Yu, Yu Wenjun?
He Mucheng thought, right now she was being summoned by His Majesty. Even if the concubines in the harem wanted to see her, they should be ranked after His Majesty?
She looked at the angel in astonishment, and saw that although the angel looked troubled, he still nodded.
"Ayan, did you hear what it was saying?" Ji Yunyuan tightened his arms, leaned comfortably on the soft pillow behind him, and asked softly.
The palms of my hands are horribly hot!
After confirming that it was not the plague but a cold infection, He Mucheng felt relieved and hurriedly exchanged antipyretic tablets and cold granules from the system.
Ji Yunyuan's death was destined by history, and she was not sure that she could successfully rewrite his fate. Just like all the processes she had seen since her arrival, they were all progressing according to the established track, sooner or later.
However, before she could exchange greetings with Shi Hong, she was invited into the carriage by an angel, "General, military advisor, Your Majesty invites you."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, He Mucheng blushed!
"I haven't agreed yet..." She retorted, but when she looked up, she saw Ji Yunyuan's aggrieved expression curling up at the corners of his mouth again, but there was nothing more to say.
Ji Yunyuan quirked his eyebrows and smiled gently, "Who said that? Even I heard it speak. It said that it liked Ayan and wanted to marry her."
"In this case, I will go see Your Majesty later and ask the general to explain the reason to Your Majesty for me."
The implication of her words is obvious: It's not that I don't want to see you Sima Shao, it's that your woman stopped me halfway.
Ji Yunyuan understood her, he nodded and smiled softly.
The palace attendant seemed to be impatient, so he urged, "Hurry up, my lady. Don't keep the imperial concubine waiting in a hurry."
