Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The days are always dull, and winter comes before we know it.

After the first snow fell, a thin layer of ice formed on the water in the pond in the villa.

As the weather got colder, the clothes Feng Zhanye brought from the palace were obviously not thick enough.

Every month, the Prime Minister's Mansion just went through the motions by giving Madam Liu some money for food and daily necessities, or they would distribute some vegetables to the villa. The food and clothing expenses of the villa were almost entirely supported by the wages that Madam Liu saved from working at Concubine Hui's mother's home.

Regarding this matter, Aunt Qiruo, the manager of the North Courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion who was in charge of the food, clothing and other expenses of the villa, just rolled her eyes and said, "The North Courtyard has no obligation to treat those who are punished well," and blatantly put the money into her own pocket.

This month they simply stopped cooking and providing food, and the money they paid was more than half less than in previous months.

Fortunately, Madam Liu had foresight and stockpiled a lot of vegetables grown in the vegetable garden in front of the back hall door, which seemed to be enough to last through the winter.

However, this only ensured that there would be no shortage of food, but Feng Zhanye's winter clothes and the charcoal fire in the house really made everyone in the villa feel troubled.

Those maids and servants could not be relied upon for anything, so Wu Fang repaired all the houses inside and out to ensure that they were not leaky.

Fortunately, Gu Qingzhi went home and brought back one of Gu Fengping's old winter clothes. Nanny Liu altered the gray-blue winter clothes so that it could fit Feng Zhan Ye's body, but it was just enough to keep him from getting cold.

But when it came to the charcoal fire, everyone was at a loss.

Not to mention the issue of whether there is silver or money, in order to better control the finances of the entire Yu State, the court had long monopolized the charcoal business, especially smokeless charcoal, and even limited the purchase quantity per household, but it was still in short supply.

The charcoal sold by the remaining charcoal vendors is not only expensive, but also of difficult to guarantee quality, and the room will be filled with smoke whenever it is burned.

Obviously, the prime minister's residence had already made plans for winter heating and bought enough charcoal as a preparation.

But no one remembered that there was a Prince Duan in the other courtyard.

They seemed to have collectively lost their memory, leaving only the two teams of surveillance troops standing by and watching coldly.

It's not that Madam Liu didn't think about asking the Lin family for help, but she didn't know what magical powers the two teams of palace soldiers used. No matter whether it was letters or other things, they were all intercepted one by one. Even when Gu Qingzhi climbed over the wall to report the news, she was almost discovered by them.

However, the palace troops seized the relief items sent by the Lin family on the grounds that they were endangering the safety of the prime minister's residence. They seemed determined to freeze all the people in the villa to death, and no charcoal fire was allowed to enter.

The little bit of charcoal that Gu Qingzhi brought back after evading the surveillance of the government troops was only enough for basic cooking.

Looking at the young man who was shivering with cold every night and could only rely on a hot water bottle to keep warm, Gu Qingzhi really hated the Zuo family's insidious behavior.

Finally, Feng Zhanye couldn't stand the cold weather and fell ill.

There were sneezes in the back hall all day long today.

Seeing that night was approaching, Gu Qingzhi and Wu Fang switched shifts and sat beside Feng Zhan's bed to look after him.

Looking at the sickly young man, she felt very uncomfortable and wanted to curse Zuo Xiang and his son.

When Feng Zhanye saw her coming, he smiled sweetly and said in a voice that had already changed its tune: "Azhi, don't always look so cold. I'm actually fine and don't feel very uncomfortable."

Ever since the last time he lit the lanterns, Feng Zhanye insisted on changing the way he addressed her in private. Although it sounded awkward at first, it became much more intimate after getting used to it.

"You're so sick and yet you're still trying to comfort me. Aren't you stupid?" Gu Qingzhi touched his cold ears, transferring her body temperature to him in this way.

The boy put his face close to hers and rubbed it lovingly: "I just don't want you to worry too much."

Gu Qingzhi supported his entire head and gently pinched his face. The soft touch made her nerves relax which were tense when she secretly brought back the charcoal fire just now.

"I got the medicine from Feng Ping. Drink it and have a good sleep."

Feng Zhanye nodded obediently and lay back down in the quilt weakly.

Gu Qingzhi rubbed her hands and exhaled a breath of white air. Even she would feel cold all over if she sat in this room for a while, not to mention Feng Zhanye who was already weak.

She placed a piece of charcoal in the stove and lit the woodpile to start burning, hoping to warm the house a little.

Not long after, Nanny Liu prepared the medicine and asked the maid to bring it over. Feng Zhanye stood up, drank the medicine, and lay down again. He felt dizzy for a moment.

He shook his head slightly and felt a sudden pain.

"What's wrong?" Gu Qingzhi, who was sitting next to him, noticed that something was wrong with him and asked him with concern.

Feng Zhanye said with a dazed head, "I don't know why, but I feel a little dizzy."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingzhi reached out to touch his forehead. The skin that her fingertips touched was burning hot. She didn't know when the fever started, but his body temperature was already so high.

"You have a fever."

Feng Zhanye sniffed and touched his head: "It's nothing serious, just a little cold."

"I'd better go talk to the people in the main mansion tomorrow. We can't keep going like this." Gu Qingzhi frowned even tighter and covered him with the quilt.

Feng Zhanye shook his head and said, "It's useless. They can't deal with me openly. But if I freeze to death, they will be happy with it. I will hold on and maybe it will pass."

Gu Qingzhi knew that the boy was just trying to comfort her, but winter was still so long. It was only early winter and every night was already so hard to endure. How would she get through the rest of the day?

"I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep."

Feng Zhanye was so dizzy that he was about to reach his limit. His consciousness began to fade and his eyes gradually closed.

Gu Qingzhi thought for a moment, looked at his winter clothes, and untied his belt.

His body seemed to have become heavier. Feng Zhanye opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the winter clothes covering the quilt.

"Azhi, what's going on...?" In the dizziness, Gu Qingzhi's remaining body temperature passed down through the quilt, and the person under the quilt felt a long-lost warmth all over his body.

But the thin figure in his inner clothes carefully made the new "quilt" for him.

"No! Put it on quickly!" Feng Zhanye reacted and wanted to reach out his hand, but was held down by Gu Qingzhi.

"Don't move, you still have a fever."

Gu Qingzhi lay on the side of the bed, looking down at him seriously.

"Are you thinking about catching a cold?" He wanted to get up anxiously, but Gu Qingzhi held the quilt to prevent him from moving.

"But you're sick." Her reason was simple.

The young man looked at the quilt, then looked at her. He was silent for a moment, then muttered softly, "If you were a man...you could come in...and cover yourself with me."

After all, there are differences between men and women, and he was afraid that Gu Qingzhi would misunderstand, so he spoke in a very low voice, so low that perhaps she could not hear it at all.

But the person in front of him didn't even think about it, he just gently lifted a corner of the quilt and came in like a fish.

The fresh scent that suddenly entered his nose and the slightly cool body were now very close to him, so close that he only needed to turn over to be face to face with her.

For a moment, Feng Zhanye was stunned.

"Will this keep you warm?"

The pair of black jade eyes lowered down and looked straight at him, like a bottomless abyss that made people lose their way.

At this time, Feng Zhan Ye had already lost all desire to sleep. His body was stiff, and he didn't dare to look her in the face.

This was the only time since he could remember that he had slept in the same bed with someone else. Even his mother had never been so intimate with him. He couldn't describe what it felt like, but he didn't hate it.

It was the first time he was so close to her. He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so he could only lower his head as low as possible and nodded gently.

His heartbeat gradually quickened, as if something he himself did not understand was slowly taking root in his heart, until he could no longer bear the severe dizziness and fell into a deep sleep.