Forced to Marry the Enemy Prince

I don't know if it was because his sentence was too pitiful or something, but Zhan Zhen restrained himself a little. He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt for Xian Sheng, and said softly, "I won't bully you anymore, go to sleep."

Xian Sheng is really tired, but Zhan Zhen is the prince of a country after all, and he will never contradict his word. He was thinking wildly, and his consciousness quickly became blurred under Zhan Zhen's nose.

Dimly felt that Zhan Zhen sat for a while, then stood up, he put down the bed curtain, and looked at him with one hand holding the curtain, until he let go and the bed curtain fell, Xian Sheng fell into a dark dream.

He didn't sleep well this time. He dreamed that he was falling asleep. Zhan Zhen quietly climbed up, and then found out his identity, and slapped him on the face. He pulled his hair out and knelt down in the ice and snow.

Zhan Zhen also poured oil on him, intending to burn him alive.

In the dream, Zhan Zhen hated him so sincerely, Xian Sheng woke up suddenly, only to find that the man was sitting beside him, frowning.

"Your Highness..." He felt a handkerchief sticking to his forehead, watched Zhanzhen reach out to take it off, and took a new one from the maid beside him to put it on, vaguely understanding something.

"You have a fever." Zhan Zhen said: "It's been burning for almost a day and a night, and it's almost dawn."

Xian Sheng noticed that there seemed to be another stove in the house, and Zhan Zhen was only wearing a thin long gown, thinking that he took it off because he was too hot, but even so, there were still beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You... haven't slept?"

"You are like this, how can I sleep alone?" Zhan Zhen took another bowl from behind and said, "Drink this bowl of medicine, and drink it in one gulp. It's a bit bitter."

Xian Sheng's arms were weak, and he sat up with his arms around his waist. The man held the bowl and fed it to his mouth. Disgusted, his face turned even paler.

He leaned against Zhan Zhen's arms with tears in his eyes, but suddenly a candied fruit was stuffed in his mouth.

Xian Sheng said weakly: "Thank you."

"You have been thanking him all the time today." Zhan Zhen wiped his mouth for him, put him down again, and said: "There is medicine for drowsiness in the prescription, let's sleep a little longer."

He asked everyone to retreat, and went to Xiaota to lie down again. Xian Sheng lay on the bed, looked at him silently for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Are you regretting it?"

Zhan Zhen folded his hands behind his head, looked at him from a distance of several feet, and asked, "What do you regret?"

"My health is too poor... Maybe I won't be able to survive the first winter in the Northland."

Zhan Zhen said: "Then Liang Guo will not be able to stay in the winter next year."

"you……!"

"I don't make money-losing business." Zhan Zhen interrupted him, looked away, closed his eyes and said: "Gu knows what you are planning, you want to die, but you still want to promise you Liang Guoping, but you listen Be clear, if you can't get what you want, you can't get it either."

Xian Sheng stared at him for a while, his eye sockets were swollen, and he had to close them to rest again.

Zhan Zhen's voice sounded again in the empty room: "If you want Liang Guo to be safe, live well."

Xian Sheng fell asleep angrily.

At this moment, he dreamed that he was riding on Zhan Zhen, beat him with a bruised nose and swollen face, and sewed up that nasty mouth with a needle.

Xian Sheng was more angry during this time than he was in his entire life. When he woke up, Zhan Zhen was beside his bed again, leaned over, and examined, "Looks a little refreshed. Is there anything else? uncomfortable?"

With such concern from him, Xian Sheng's anger all night suddenly disappeared. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm hungry."

Zhan Zhen reached out, picked him up, and came to the table.

There are some meals on the table, the combination of meat and vegetables is very good-looking, but the taste is very bland, there is no taste in his mouth, a spoonful of lotus root porridge can be swallowed after several mouthfuls, and he has no appetite at all.

His face was pale, and his brows were a bit sickly, lingering, Zhan Zhen frowned again, and said: "I will order someone to do something else, what do you want to eat?"

"No need." Xian Sheng shook his head, since the other doctors wouldn't let him eat it anyway.

He was helped back to the bed by Ruyi, but soon, someone brought sweet and sour pork ribs. Zhan Zhen ordered someone to put it on the bedside table, and asked him, "What about this one?"

The rich aroma came rushing towards his face, Xian Sheng swallowed his saliva in vain, and couldn't help but put his eyes on the attractive ribs: "I... the queen mother said that you can't eat these, it's not good for your health."

"Now that you are married, your husband should take care of you." Zhan Zhen said, "I promise you to eat."

Xian Sheng subconsciously looked at Yuehua, who had already frowned and shook his head slightly at him.

Xian Sheng lowered his eyelashes, but Zhan Zhen suddenly glanced over and shouted, "Everyone go out."

Yuehua and Ruyi bowed and retreated, and Zhanzhen looked at Xiansheng again: "It's okay to eat a little once in a while."

He personally brought it to Xian Sheng's mouth, coaxing: "Ah—"

The taste was so enticing that Xian Sheng couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth to bite. The sweet and sour sauce blended with the deep-fried pork ribs, and Xian Sheng's eyes lit up immediately.

The corners of Zhan Zhen's mouth raised slightly, and he asked softly, "Is it a little sour?"

Xian Sheng puffed up his cheeks, shook his head, his appetite was whetted all of a sudden, while he was eating, someone brought a ginseng and lotus root soup, and with ribs to open the way, he also drank a bowl of light soup, casually He brought two more vegetarian dishes one after another. Although they were vegetarian, they were fried with meat oil, which was completely different from those cooked dishes, so he ate two more bites.

Xian Sheng couldn't help smiling at him, a little satisfied and a little embarrassed: "I'm full."

The servant put the things away, Zhan Zhen wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "It's snowing outside, do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Really?" Xian Sheng just got his benefits, and now he is in a better mood and talks more: "Mostly it rarely snows, and when it does, it usually disappears as soon as it hits the ground. When the snow is thick, it can be as tall as half a person, is it true?"

"It fell last night, and the snow was about a foot deep, but it looks like it will fall for another two days."

Xian Sheng said, "I want to go out and have a look."

In Dadu, once winter comes, Xiansheng will be locked in the house, the doors and windows are closed, and there is only the smell of incense and bitter medicine in the room.Until he was ten years old, he only heard that snow was white, but he had never seen it. Later, he secretly opened the window willfully, but he became ill for a few days because of it.

In the past 17 years, the number of times I have seen snow can be counted on the fingers.

Zhanzhen fetched clothes for him to put on, then wrapped him tightly with a cloak, and finally covered his head with the wide hat attached to the cloak, saying: "There is no need to dress up, and I won't go out of the house anyway. .”

Xian Sheng laughed again.

His brows and eyes were curved, and his face was so beautiful that Zhan Zhen reached in from the brim of his hat to touch his face, his fingertips were warm: "You are so beautiful."

"..." Xian Sheng's smile restrained a little, and his head tingled again, full of embarrassment and complexity.He lowered his head, but Zhan Zhen thought he was shy. He couldn't help laughing, ordered someone to hand the stove into Xian Sheng's arms, and led him out.

The threshold of the Prince's Mansion is high, and the walls are also high. Zhan Zhen didn't take him out of the main entrance, but to the backyard corridor. This side is leeward, and Xian Sheng saw a proudly blooming cold plum with a thick layer of snow on it. , the branches are very bent, but the faintly blooming plum blossoms are suddenly gorgeous in the snow-white.

He looked at the thick snow in front of him in amazement, tentatively walked out of the corridor, stretched out his feet, but was pulled back by Zhan Zhen, "This is the lake below, it's just frozen, after a few days the snow is compacted, you can It’s fun to slide on them with iron shoes.”

Xian Sheng imagined the scene for a while, and immediately jumped up: "You mean Bingxi? I ​​read that there is a record in the book that every year in the Northern Jin Dynasty, an ice cuju will be held, and the emperor of Jin Dynasty will go to watch it in person. On that day , the common people will flock to a large ice lake to cheer and cheer for the contestants, and the winner will be rewarded by the emperor."

"It seems that the princess knew about it before she got married."

Xian Sheng said: "It's not because of marrying you. I have known the custom of the Northern Jin Dynasty for a long time. I even fantasized about that scene and drew a picture, but it disappeared later."

Zhan Zhen chuckled: "Stolen?"

"I don't know, it's gone anyway." After Xian Sheng finished speaking, he suddenly came to tease him again, expecting: "Then your Bingxi days are coming soon, isn't it?"

Zhan Zhen looked at the plain white hand on his sleeve. Xian Sheng was about to withdraw, but he stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The man wrapped his palms around him and said, "It depends on whether the snow is thick or not. The Dongtang Lake must be frozen three feet high, otherwise accidents will easily occur.”

"Have you ever participated?"

"Gu is the first name every time."

Xian Sheng had some admiration, but also some envy: "If there is one this year, can I go and see it?"

Zhan Zhen looked at him with a smile, slowly leaned over, and said temptingly: "Give me some sweetness, I can think about it."

They stood under the plum tree, with low plum branches covered by snow on their heads. Xianzhang looked at him under the brim of his hat, his heart beating slightly faster.

He knew what Zhan Zhen meant, but when he really wanted to do it, there was always a barrier in his heart that was difficult to cross.

The snow was still fluttering, Zhan Zhen looked at him motionless, waiting patiently, Xian Sheng pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, slowly raised his chin to kiss him——

At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound, the plum branches on the top of the head bounced off, and the snow balls smashed on Xian Sheng's hat one after another.

He suddenly came back to his senses, took two steps back, opened his eyes slightly and looked up.

Displeasure flashed across Zhan Zhen's face.

Xian Sheng kept looking up at the plum blossoms, looking for a topic in the awkward atmosphere: "There is a plum in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone."

Zhan Zhen: "..."

After a brief silence.

Xian Sheng tiptoed to reach for the plum branch that covered his head with snow, Zhan Zhen walked over and said, "What are you doing?"

Xian Sheng withdrew his hand, his heart was still pounding against his chest, he said firmly, "I want that one."

Zhan Zhen glanced at the tall plum branch, took off the saber from his waist, and pressed the plum branch in front of him with the handle of the knife.

Xian Sheng folded it down, Zhan Zhen let go.

Looking at each other, Xian Sheng handed him the plum branch: "... Can this be a sweet treat?"

Zhan Zhen took it calmly, twirled the plum branch and looked down for a while, then raised his eyelids coldly, and said, "No."

The author has something to say: Xian Sheng: Ruthless.

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