The son is on the bottom, the general is on the top

"Water..." After everyone had left, Su Ziqing on the bed suddenly moved, and a weak groan escaped from between his lips.

After Yu Wenfei heard it clearly, he immediately stepped to the edge of the table and poured a glass of water over, carefully lifted him up and fed him to drink, and said in a much softer voice, "Are you awake? What do you want to eat, I'll get it Someone will do it for you!"

Su Ziqing's sore throat was moistened by the tea, and Su Ziqing regained consciousness. He found himself leaning against Yu Wenfei, his expression froze, and he bit his lower lip lightly for a while, his eyes stained with desolation, "Why It's you……"

Yu Wenfei took away the cup and said calmly, "Does it make you feel so uncomfortable to be married to me?"

"No, General..." Su Ziqing lowered his eyes, grabbed the quilt with both hands, as if he had been brewing for a long time before saying with great difficulty, "Ziqing is willing to marry you."

This unexpected surprise really lifted Yu Wenfei's spirits, "You agreed?"

Seeing Su Ziqing showing a self-deprecating smile, he murmured, "I used to think that I, Su Ziqing, was a member of the Su family, but now I realize that staying here is unnecessary..."

"Excessive?" Yu Wenfei squinted his eyes, supported his shoulders, stared at his pale and delicate face, and said every word with confidence, "How can you be redundant? After we get married, you will be me." Your wife is a member of my family, if you are bullied by others, I am your God and will support you."

Now, Su Ziqing was actually eager to deal with him because he could no longer stay in the Su residence, but he didn't know that Yu Wenfei would say such words.

He lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his voice was a little unsteady, "It's just that if a man marries a man, I'm afraid it will damage the general's reputation..."

"Whoever said that men can't be like husband and wife, I want to ask the emperor for an imperial decree, just to see who dares to make fun of people in the world." Yu Wenfei stood up impressively, very disdainful of secular etiquette.

"...General, I...cough cough cough..." Su Ziqing didn't know how to speak, and even coughed.

"Ziqing doesn't need to think about it for the time being." Yu Wenfei sat back beside him and took his hand, "Now you just need to recover from your illness, otherwise how can you marry me?"

Su Ziqing raised her eyes and stared at him blankly. The man's hands were really warm. For some reason, her heart gradually became less uncomfortable...

"General, the medicine is ready." At this moment, the servant girl came outside the door with the medicine in her hands.

"Bring it in."

"Yes." The maid walked in respectfully, Yu Wenfei took the medicine, took it in her hand and blew it, then passed it to Su Ziqing's mouth and said, "Drink it while it's hot."

"It's so bitter..." Su Ziqing drank it in one gulp, frowning because of the bitter taste in his mouth.

Yuwen Fei immediately said, "Go and buy me some candied fruit."

"Yes." The servant girl quickly responded, then turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Su Ziqing called her to stop, and then said to Yu Wenfei, "General, I really don't need to..."

Seeing him push back, the servant girl couldn't help it anymore, and said, "Second Young Master, you have always been kind-hearted. The general is different, he loves you and cherishes you, so how can he let you be wronged a little bit."

Su Ziqing's face was dull, if he hadn't seen this maid on weekdays, he would have thought she was brought by Yu Wenfei.

"Yeah, that's right, I like your maid's words very much." Yu Wenfei nodded, seeing her thick brows and round face, and her simple and honest appearance, he asked, "What's your name?"

The servant girl bowed her body and replied respectfully, "Return to the general, my maidservant's name is Tweety."

"Cui'er? Cui means green, and your name is similar to Ziqing, so it seems to be fate." Yu Wenfei made a decision in an instant, "Okay, from now on you will stay here to serve your second son, and wait It's my intention to tell the steward of your house yourself."

"Yes, thank you General!" Tweety showed joy on her face, and knelt down to thank her.

"General, I really don't need to..."

Just when Su Ziqing was about to refuse, Cui'er rushed to say again, "General, Second Young Master, this servant is going to buy candied fruit now."

"Well, you can go." Yu Wenfei agreed, and as soon as Tweety retreated out, she turned her head and said to Su Ziqing very satisfied, "This girl is not bad, she has a clever tongue, and it doesn't matter if she stays by your side and talks to you more. So boring."

"...Thank you, General." Seemingly unable to refuse, Su Ziqing could only thank him.

Yu Wenfei hugged his shoulders and smelled his hair, "We got married in the fifteenth day, why are you still so estranged to me, but there are still more than ten days to torture me."

"General." The excessive intimacy made Su Ziqing's body stiff, his face became hot, and he pushed him away slightly uncomfortably, "I'm fine, if you have something to do, go back first."

"Oh, I'm fine." Yu Wenfei said seriously, "Since you can't go out today, then I'll stay here with you and cultivate your relationship."

Su Ziqing really couldn't talk to him, so he could only follow him.

The two of them stopped talking, and the room was filled with sandalwood incense. The rain outside seemed to have stopped, and it seemed quiet.

I don't know if it was due to the effect of the medicine, but Su Ziqing only felt weak and sleepy, and his eyelids drooped.

"Go to sleep." Yu Wenfei helped him to lie down.

"General." Su Ziqing turned his head to the side, trying to hold on to his sleepiness and said, "Ziqing has something to ask."

Yu Wenfei stroked the blue hair on his forehead, and said, "Don't say it's one piece, even if it's ten pieces, I will do it for Ziqing."

"I don't need ten pieces..." Su Ziqing hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's just that I don't want to see my elder brother before we get married."

"Okay, I know what to do." Yu Wenfei responded, his eyes flickered, and it seemed that something happened between the two of them, and he asked, "Did he do something to you when you came back last night?" What?"

"...No." Su Ziqing fell silent suddenly, and shifted his gaze to the upper curtain, "General, there is no need to guess. Ziqing will tell the general when the time is right. uncertain."

"Since that's the case, I won't force it. When Ziqing wants to say something, I will definitely listen by your side."

"Thank you." After saying that, Su Ziqing fell into a deep sleep.

Yu Wenfei covered him with a quilt, and from the corner of his eye, he saw some books and a painting scroll on the desk.

So he went over and flipped through it, it seems that Ziqing usually likes to read some books on self-cultivation, which is really the fun of old people.

Seeing that it was boring, he threw the book away, picked up the painting and unfolded it. It was a portrait of a young girl's back, but it didn't look like Ziqing's painting, so he looked at the place where the signature was signed and read aloud, "Mr. Baili?"

Yu Wenfei frowned, and found that there were still some traces of tears on it. He looked at the person on the bed, and put the scroll back to its original place.

Touching his chin, he stood there wondering what he was thinking, walked out of the room after a while, closed the door and said to Chang An, who was standing by, "Chang An, you will stay here until Ziqing recovers from illness. No one is allowed to enter.”

Chang An clasped his fists in response, "Yes, General!"

At this moment, Su Zirong, who got rid of Wen Yufeng, came back again, and when he saw Yu Wenfei, he didn't salute, and walked straight past him, but was stopped by Chang An, who was guarding the door, and he couldn't help turning around and shouting angrily, "Yu Wenfei, this is Su's mansion, not your general's mansion. I'm going to see Ziqing!"

Yu Wenfei remembered what Su Ziqing explained just now, with a smile on his face, he walked to his side, "Master Su, I will not pursue what you said or did to Ziqing last night, and instead I want to thank you for making Ziqing willing to marry me."

"What did you say? Impossible, Ziqing won't do it!" Su Zirong stared at him fiercely, with a look of disbelief on his face. He shook his head and stepped back. Half raised his head and asked, "Did you threaten Ziqing?"

Chang An on the side was about to pull him away, but Yu Wenfei stopped him with a look.

"As I said, Ziqing is willing, so no matter what Mr. Su has in mind, please put it away." Yu Wenfei looked down at the emotional Su Zirong, easily opened his hand, and then grabbed it tightly. .

"Ah~ let me go!" Su Zirong wanted to break free, but he was pinched even tighter. The veins on his forehead stood out as he resisted the pain of being crushed.

"Ziqing finally fell asleep, and it is best not to disturb Mr. Su." Yu Wenfei let him go after teaching him a lesson, turning a blind eye to the other party's anger, and said deliberately, "Then I will still need to be busy getting married I will take my leave first.”