Open your hand towards the male second

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xidanxiao’s voice is loud and ugly. Can you imagine a robot laughing?Like a duck, no, worse than a duck.

Wei Jin endured it, because there was no way he could drag Xidan out of his head and whip him hard.

He turned over and covered himself in the quilt, ignoring Xidan.

Just 10 minutes ago, Li Yanzheng broke away from his hand, and then said: "Your body is weak, you can't bear it, you should rest earlier."

How could you refuse such a radiant and lovely invitation from him, blind man!I bah, their royal family is all blind, I bah, bah, bah.

"Don't be too angry with the host, think about the good, he also said that your body is weak, then you can tell him that you are not feeling well and let him come over every now and then. .”

Wei Jin's voice was numb, "He will let me revise more storybooks."

Xidan laughed like a duck again.

After that, Wei Jin also thought about it, if he couldn't fly, he couldn't fly, so he started to feel uncomfortable every now and then, and asked Li Yanzheng to come over, and every time Li Yanzheng came, he would bring a doctor with him, rain or shine, as long as he stepped into Wei Jin's small There must be a doctor behind him. The poor doctor is also a well-known good doctor in the capital, but he became a frequent visitor to the palace.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Wei Jin's cotton robes are getting thicker and thicker. There is a charcoal fire in the room, two blankets are covered on his legs, and he is lying on a soft bed, not wanting to move. Get hot."

Lai Zhi was already used to it, she put down the work in hand, and replied, "Your servant, please go and invite the lord."

The day before yesterday, Wei Jin really couldn't think of where the pain was, and told Lai Zhi that her fingers hurt, so today she felt a little hot, Lai Zhi thought it was reasonable, although she didn't see where Wei Jin had a fever at all?The warm fever was real, and his face was flushed.

Wei Jin played in the room by himself for a while, and felt that his chest was tight, probably because there were too many charcoal fires in the room, so he wanted to get up and open the window a little, but he didn't know that when he stood up, his legs suddenly became weak, and then he knelt down. On the ground, his head was so heavy that he could hardly lift it up, and the air in his chest was exhausted. He took a few breaths to no avail, and lay down on the ground, coughing heart-piercingly.

"Cough cough cough... Xidan... What's wrong with me?"

Xidan was also taken aback. During this period of time, the weather was calm. He hung up the phone most of the time and went to play by himself. Now something went wrong suddenly, so he hurriedly checked the data, "It was Li Feicheng who put it on you in those three months. poison, they reacted."

"Don't worry, calm down, it won't kill you, it's just a slight attack, but it will get worse and worse later."

Wei Jin turned over and lay on the ground. He took a few deep breaths before he felt better. His eyes were foggy and he couldn't see anything clearly. His limbs were also very weak. His heart was beating very fast. He was really poisoned...

"It's like taking drugs. The only thing is that I don't feel the pleasure of sex. It's just pain and I can't breathe."

Wei Jin scolded Li Feicheng a few words and sat up from the ground. He had such a good time that he forgot about it.

This is a big problem. If he is poisoned to death before completing the task, it will be troublesome, but how to detoxify...

"Why are you sitting on the ground?" Li Yanzheng's voice came from the door, Wei Jin was taken aback and had an idea.

When Li Yanzheng was about to walk in front of him, he pretended to avoid Li Yanzheng's touch and stood up on his own, "My lord, you are here."

Li Yanzheng's expression moved slightly, and he withdrew his hand, "Doctor, check if he has a fever."

The doctor saluted, and felt Wei Jin's pulse as if going through the motions, and let go of his hand after feeling it casually, "Go back to the lord, the young master is fine, I think it's because the weather is cold, and the young master is weak, so I feel a little sick." Comfortable, I will prescribe him some medicine to prevent wind and cold."

Li Yanzheng nodded and sat down, "Where's today's book?"

Not only did Lai Zhi get used to it, but Li Yanzheng seemed to get used to it as well. He was called and stayed here for a day, reading scripts, painting landscapes, and writing. He looked like he was on vacation.

Butler Zhong was delighted to see the prince so carefree, so he liked Wei Jin more and more, so no, the charcoal fire in Wei Jin's house was enough.

Butler Zhong arranged the scriptures, writing and ink, put another pot of tea, and then dragged Zhizhi outside, "Just wait here, let the two of them be alone."

Lai Zhi sucked her reddish nose, "This servant knows."

Butler Zhong frowned, "Are you sick? Why don't you go and see if you're sick? What if it is passed on to the young master? Go, I'll wait here."

After driving Lai Zhi away, Butler Zhong found a warmer place by himself, leaned against it, and basked in the sun with slightly narrowed eyes.

He is old and cannot stand.

Hearing the voice of Wei Jin whispering to Li Yanzheng in the room, Steward Zhong felt that this winter would probably be a bit easier. Finally, their princes no longer belonged to the palace alone.

"How do you read this character?" There are many ancient characters and strokes, and those who can't understand Wei and Jin will ask Li Yanzheng unceremoniously, not afraid of shame. Anyway, his background is miserable, so since he is miserable, he must It's normal to have no books to read, and don't know a few words.

After so long, his persona has collapsed to the point where there is only a layer of crispy skin left, but Li Yanzheng doesn't seem to care about it, and he is more and more conniving towards him, so he is becoming more and more presumptuous.

Wei Jin poked the word with his index finger, "Well, what does it mean?"

Li Yanzheng glanced at it, told him the pronunciation, and wrote the word for him to read.

"It means sunset."

Wei Jin nodded silently, grabbed the brush and drew a character in a decent manner. He has practiced calligraphy. Fortunately, he has practiced calligraphy, otherwise he would not even be able to correct wrong words and sentences in the script. Li Yanzheng was afraid that he would not be called over so easily.

"The order is wrong." Li Yanzheng said.

Wei Jin looked at him blankly, Li Yanzheng wrote it to him again, Wei Jin was still confused, Li Yanzheng wrote it again, and finally wrote it five or six times, seeing Wei Jin was still in a fog, sighed softly In a calm tone, he handed the pen to Wei Jin, "Hold it, and I'll take you to write it again."

The goal was achieved, Wei Jin was not surprised by favor or humiliation, his emotions and anger were not displayed, and he hummed obediently, and then wrote it wrong several times in a very unintelligent manner, and said innocently: "The strokes of this character are too complicated."

Xidan clapped and clapped: "My host will definitely do great things in the future! Just look at this acting, it's as good as the movie king!"

Li Yanzheng glanced at him, put the book down, stood up and walked behind him, leaned over, and held his hand from behind, with his lips next to Wei Jin, "Write it again."

The voice was too close, Wei Jin even heard his shallow breathing, and half of his body softened inexplicably, "Wang, lord?"

"relax."

"I subconsciously..."

"Take off all your strength and leave it to me."

"My lord, you are too hard, I will subconsciously resist..."

"Don't push me away."

"Do you still want to tick in?"

"Yes."

"It's too deep..." Because Li Yanzheng's posture was as if he was hugging him, he was nervous, the ink was soaked in too much, and when he stroked it, "it's so rich".

"That's good." Li Yanzheng didn't care much, and wrote two more words casually with the extra ink.

…………

The housekeeper Zhong outside was half startled by dozing off, his face was red and his hands were trembling at the age, this, this, this, it's terrible, day, day. Proclamation. Obscenity? !

As expected of their princes, they are very brave, very brave.

Master He Xiang is also good, very coquettish. Lang, very coquettish. Lang.

Butler Zhong stabilized his body and didn't dare to lean there anymore, like listening to the corner of the wall.

This palace is going to change a lot.

Butler Zhong happily sat in the yard, sighed, young people live so fast, he was just thinking that this progress is slow, yes, who knew that the two of them would pass the winter in a blink of an eye...