The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

In late spring and early summer, the sun shines brightly in the south, and even on cloudy days it is still hot and humid.

On the official road, a long line of soldiers spread out, and all the soldiers held a handkerchief in their hands to wipe the sweat from their cheeks, and they did not dare to stay for too long. After a month of continuous travel, they just passed the first prefecture for relief, Liangzhou. They stayed here for seven days, and the soldiers distributed the grain distributed by the court to each local county, and then the local officials provided relief.

Now, they are heading to the next provincial capital, Xuzhou.

Half of the grain has been sent out, and the remaining part needs to be supervised by the imperial envoy to prevent it from being withheld by local officials.

The official roads they now take are often infested with bandits. Most of them are civilians who cannot support their families or state self-defense forces. They are unable to resist natural disasters and can only go up the mountain to become bandits, specializing in robbing passing caravans and escorts.

The air not far away gradually became distorted in his sight. Wen Xiangyi was sweating profusely, and white spots seemed to flash before his eyes. He cast his gaze on the young man next to him. The other party was dressed in green clothes, his forehead hair was wet, and he stared at the surroundings intently. His fair and handsome face was sunburned red.

Ling Si caught his gaze at once, and when he looked over, Wen Xiangyi quickly moved away and turned his back to face him.

Ling Si pulled the reins and moved closer to the blue-robed official, "Master Wen, are you feeling unwell?"

"Not yet."

Wen Xiangyi had been weak since childhood, and it took a long time for a famous doctor to treat him before he could live like a normal person. Taking into account that he had been traveling day and night and was exhausted from the long journey, Wen's mother was afraid that something might happen to him, so she specially prepared a carriage to follow the team.

Wen Xiangyi was not willing to do that, for fear that others would think he was seeking special treatment. Besides, disaster relief was not for the purpose of enjoying themselves, as the people were still suffering. He was protected from the scorching sun in the carriage, and he looked fair and energetic, and he did not look like a good official at all.

Ling Si didn't have such requirements. His reputation was not good to begin with, so he simply prepared a carriage so that anyone who felt uncomfortable during the journey could go in and rest.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at the young man next to him. Perhaps because of his special physique, the other party did not sweat much. He looked refreshed and clean, and there was concern in his eyes when he looked at him.

Feeling inexplicably guilty, Wen Xiangyi touched his nose and felt sweat on his hands.

A hand stretched out from the side and handed over a handkerchief. It was no exaggeration to say that it was as cold as ice. Wen Xiangyi took it, and their fingers accidentally touched each other. It was indeed cold.

Seeing his pale lips and weak face, Ling Si advised him, "Don't force yourself."

Just as he finished speaking, the man who was wiping his sweat suddenly tilted his body and fell towards him. The horse neighed and became a little restless. Ling Si took the reins from Wen Xiangyi and controlled the horse.

We definitely can't move forward like this. Ling Si looked around and found that everyone had a bitter look on their faces. He shouted, "Reorganize where you are and take a rest."

The crowd began to get restless. They carried their things to the side slope, some drank water, some ate dry food, there was order in the chaos.

Ling Si supported the semi-conscious Wen Xiangyi and called the team's doctor.

The person in his arms had hot cheeks and kept burying his head in his neck. When their skin touched, Ling Si felt burned. He covered his face with one hand and used his internal energy to help cool him down.

The doctor lowered his eyes. On the weeds, green and blue robes intertwined. Lord Wen was like a weary bird returning to the forest, leaning on the Yongchuan Marquis. Who wouldn't say that they were a loving couple? But many people knew about the anecdote that caused a sensation in the capital a few years ago. In the eyes of the world, the relationship between the two was ambiguous and definitely not good, not to mention that the Yongchuan Marquis was already married.

The doctor took his pulse away and said earnestly, "Master Wen has been exposed to the hot environment for a long time and has shown signs of heat stroke."

He called the boy over, took out a white porcelain bottle from the medicine box, crushed the pills, added water to the water bag and mixed it, then handed it to Ling Si.

"My Lord, this pill has been prepared long ago. Take it once in the morning and once in the evening, just like me." The doctor said, "You must not be exposed to the sun for the next few days."

"I see." Ling Si said, "Please ask Doctor Zhang to check if anyone else in the team has similar problems."

The outside temperature was too high, and the water in the water bag had some temperature. Wen Xiangyi buried his head in his neck, absorbing the coolness. Ling Si put his cold palm against his neck, and the boy was awakened by the cold. He opened his eyes a little, regained some consciousness, and muttered: "Ling Si..."

"I'm here. Take the medicine and rest."

".......Hot." I don't know if Wen Xiangyi understood Ling Si's words, "You are so cold."

He brought the bowl of black medicine close to Wen Xiangyi's mouth and slowly guided him to drink it. The boy was not fully conscious, and he could not keep up with him if he was fed faster. He choked and coughed, and his pale cheeks suddenly turned red.

Since when, Ling Si could sense the secret bond between himself and some people in this world, Wen Xiangyi was one of them. The other party looked into his eyes from time to time, deliberately brushed past him, and the occasional intimate contact reminded him that this person and those men shared the same soul frequency.

They appear to be the same person.

Things that originally required 001 to judge now became somewhat easy, as if someone was deliberately letting him discover the commonalities between these people.

Ling Si collected his thoughts, asked him to sit up straighter, and patted his back. After this cough, Wen Xiangyi finally woke up.

A beautiful and strong wrist was revealed in front of him, and inky medicinal juice was swaying in the bowl. It took Wen Xiangyi a while to realize his current situation. He was sitting in the arms of Marquis Yongchuan!

Wen Xiangyi wanted to stand up immediately, but his physical strength was not strong enough and he felt dizzy when he moved. He sat back down and heard a muffled groan from under him.

After all, it was the weight of a grown man, and Wen Xiangyi was in a hurry and didn't care about the weight. Ling Si felt that his legs were going to be broken by him sitting on him.

Ling Si looked at Wen Xiangyi's panicked face, with a hint of shame in his eyes, and he couldn't blame him for anything, "Drink the medicine."

Wen Xiangyi took it in a daze. His head was swelling and aching, and he could even feel his heart pounding.

What is he doing!

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Ling Si took his bowl and handed it to the child beside him.

Wen Xiangyi felt so hot and anxious: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"you do this delibrately."

Wen Xiangyi was anxious: "No."

Ling Si said: "You are trying to be brave on purpose. If you hurt yourself, Censor Wen will report me to death."

A white porcelain bottle was stuffed into Wen Xiangyi's hand, which was icy cold. The next moment, he felt suspended in mid-air. He subconsciously hugged his neck and was stunned again.

Even through a layer of clothes, the skin under his hands was still cold, giving off bursts of chill. Wen Xiangyi looked at the collar of Ling Si's chest, where a few dark spots appeared, and the originally fitting robe became wrinkled.

He realized that he was the culprit and wished he could burrow into the ground.

"Put me down." Wen Xiangyi felt that the eyes of the people around him were focused on him.

In fact, only a few curious people were looking over here, and the rest were resting and had no time to look around.

"If I let go, you won't be able to stand steadily," Ling Si looked at him, "Pull open the curtain."

"Rest well in there, take one pill of the medicine twice a day with water."

Seeing that he was about to smoke, Ling Si found it a bit strange. After all, he had met several men before who were quite thick-skinned. At least they had no burden when saying some obscene words. This was the first time he met someone like Wen Xiangyi who would burn with the slightest touch.

Ling Si kindly explained: "If anyone in the team faints, I will help him."

Wen Xiangyi's expression froze, "You can hug him too?"

Ling Si: “Naturally…”

Wen Xiangyi hadn't finished speaking yet: "Use your inner strength to cool him down, let him bury himself in your arms and rub against you at will?"

"...Of course not."