Jincheng flower hour

In the early morning of winter, Zhuang Yang went to Miyagi from his own house. Although he brought a cloak to shelter from the wind, it was a very cold day and he accidentally caught cold.That day, he had a fever and aches all over his body, and he was bedridden when he got home.

Liu Hong invited a doctor to treat Zhuang Yang. At night, Liu Hong went to Zhuang Yang's house in person.

Zhuang Yang, who lacks exercise, is not physically strong, but he seldom gets sick. This disease makes him fall like a mountain, groggy, and unable to open his eyes due to fatigue.

When Liu Hong came, Zhuang Yang was lying on the couch and fell asleep. The maid Qing He was decocting medicine in the courtyard, and the smell of herbs filled the hall.In Zhuang Yang's house, there were few servants, except for the four guards arranged by Liu Hong, he had only three servants.A maid, a cook, and a rough man who sweeps and carries water.Liu Hong wanted to send some more people to Zhuang Yang several times, but Zhuang Yang refused.Zhuang Yang likes to be quiet, and his life is simple, and he doesn't like to have groups of servants.

Looking at Zhuang Yang lying alone on the couch and sleeping, Liu Hong couldn't say how distressed he was. Erlang didn't have a close relative around him, and he left Shu for him and came to Wu.

Sitting by the couch, he raised his hand to stroke Zhuang Yang's face, trying to smooth his slightly frowning brows. His Erlang didn't sleep comfortably and was tortured by illness.If not for a four-year-old child beside him, Liu Hong would have lowered his head to kiss Zhuang Yang's dry lips.

I didn't want to bring Liu He here, but this kid clamored to see my husband. I thought he was sincere, he followed Erlang all day long, and liked Erlang very much, so Liu Hong brought him too.

Liu He was not tall, and he couldn't see the gentleman on the couch when he looked up, so he tiptoed and held the edge of the couch.The little guy was frowning, and looked at the sick gentleman on the bed seriously, without saying a word.

Smelling the strong medicinal smell, Liu Hong turned his head and saw Qing He coming in with a bowl of medicinal soup.Liu Hong picked up Zhuang Yang, let Zhuang Yang lean on his shoulder, and asked Qing He to pass him the bowl, and he fed Zhuang Yang the medicine.

Liu Hong was wearing light clothes instead of court gowns, otherwise it would be inconvenient for him to serve others if he was dressed in a grand manner. The wide sleeves and heavy hem of the robe were already in the way.

Qinghe obeyed Liu Hong's order, poured the decoction into the long-mouthed medicine feeding tool, and handed it to Liu Hong. She stood aside, lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Liu Hong.This man is King Wu, the king of a country. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that King Wu has such a tender side.

Qing He was originally the daughter of a small official in the old Wu Kingdom. Her father, the old Wu King, was exiled, and she was reduced to a slave and was resold.I thought that this miserable life would never see the light of day, and the person who didn't want to buy her was Mr. Zhuang.

The gentleman is gentle and amiable, a rare man in the world, Qinghe likes him very much, even if she later found out that the relationship between the husband and King Wu is that kind, her love has not changed a bit.

Wu Wang is quiet and handsome, and her husband is elegant and handsome. Both of them are outstanding people, but they love each other.Even if she doesn't understand such a relationship, Qing He consciously protects them.

Zhuang Yang was picked up by Liu Hong, and he woke up leisurely. He recognized Liu Hong, and said weakly, "Ah Hong, why are you here?" Leaning his head on Liu Hong's shoulder, he noticed Qing He and Liu He in the dormitory.Liu He was looking at him with tears in his eyes, and called: "Sir." Zhuang Yang was sick and weak, but he also raised his hand and stroked Liu He's round head.

"Erlang, drink the soup."

Liu Hong raised Zhuang Yang's head slightly, and he gave Zhuang Yang soup and medicine.The medicine-feeding tool he held in his hand was a wooden vessel with a flat belly and a long snout.This is the utensil for the princes and nobles to take medicine, brought by the doctor.

The warm and bitter soup slowly entered the throat, and after feeding a bowl, not a drop touched the body.For Zhuang Yang, Liu Hong was extremely gentle and patient.

"Erlang sleeps and covers the sweat."

Liu Hong supported Zhuang Yang to lie down, and wrapped the quilt tightly for Zhuang Yang.In the dormitory, the brazier has been lit, giving it a hint of warmth.For Zhuang Yang, he couldn't feel this warmth. His body was sore, his head was heavy and he felt very uncomfortable.

Under Liu Hong's care, Zhuang Yang gradually fell asleep.Liu Hong didn't leave the dormitory, and stayed beside Zhuang Yang's couch every step of the way. This was the first time he saw Zhuang Yang become so ill.After coming to Wudi, Zhuang Yang had two minor illnesses, both of which were coughs, and he recovered after taking medicine.

Liu He also wanted to stay in the dormitory with his husband, but was taken away by Qing He.Liu He had been to Zhuang Yang's house before, and he knew Qinghe, and a yellow dog named Xibing.

Poor Liu He, sitting in the room boringly playing with Mr. chess pieces, fortunately there is a stupid pancake by his side.

After playing for a while, as a child, Liu He, who went to bed early and got up early every day, felt sleepy, so he climbed onto the couch and fell asleep.Qing He covered the quilt for him, called Xibing out of the room, and closed the door.

Qing He walked outside her husband's room, knocked lightly on the door and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the young master has fallen asleep."

There was no sound in the room, and after a while, a faint sentence came out: "Go down."

Qing He responded, and left as quietly as when she came.According to King Wu's intentions, Qing He should not take care of Mr. Wu, he should take care of himself.But Qinghe didn't dare to go back to the house to sleep, fearing that there would be some errands at night.

The candles in the bedroom are about to burn out, and the lighting is limited. The charcoal wood of the brazier pops out sparks with a slight sound, like a small star in the dark night.Liu Hong took off his clothes and covered Zhuang Yang tightly with his body. Liu Hong had a good physique and was full of energy and blood, just like a human-shaped stove.Liu Hong knew the feeling of the wind and cold, he was afraid of the wind and cold, and his body ached. In the early years of his journey, he had to lie down because of the wind and cold. That was the only time he lay down without being injured.

Liu Hong didn't close his eyes that night, Zhuang Yang tossed and turned in his arms, Liu Hong helped him pull up the quilt and comforted him in a low voice.Liu Hong couldn't see Zhuang Yang suffering even the slightest bit. He naturally hoped that he would suffer this disease on behalf of Zhuang Yang, but there was nothing he could do.

In the early hours of the morning, Zhuang Yang finally fell asleep peacefully. He nestled against Liu Hong's chest and slept until dawn.

Early in the morning, when Zhuang Yang woke up, the aches and pains in his body disappeared, his head was a little heavy, and he still had a runny nose, but he was much more comfortable.

Last night, Liu Hong not only took care of Zhuang Yang, but also visited his son Liu He's room once.Liu He woke up in the middle of the night, crying and looking for him, but Qing He couldn't comfort him, so he had to report to Liu Hong.

At dawn, Liu Hongcai went back to sleep in Zhuang Yang's bedroom, so when Zhuang Yang woke up early in the morning, he saw a tired Liu Hong.

Zhuang Yang was unconscious last night, but it was clear that Liu Hong was taking care of him.Zhuang Yang put on his clothes and stayed on the bed, and drew up the curtains to block the light, so that Liu Hong could sleep peacefully.

"Sir, why are you up!"

Qing He came in with a decoction, and when she saw Zhuang Yang staying in the bed, she was frightened and flustered.

"I'm cured, Qinghe, where's the young master?"

Zhuang Yang smiled, his smile was always reassuring.

"The little prince is playing with Xibing in the room."

Qinghe helped Zhuang Yang to sit down, and according to Zhuang Yang's request, handed him the soup, and Zhuang Yang drank it himself.

After drinking the medicine, Zhuang Yang changed his clothes. His clothes smelled of sweat, and of course there was Liu Hong's breath.

Think about it, after lying at home for half a day and a night, Zhuang Yang didn't want to lie on the couch anymore, so he walked out of the bedroom and into the hall.Qing He chased him out, and hurriedly brought a thick fur coat to help Zhuang Yang put it on.

This is a white fox fur, and it can't be worn for a few days in Wudi throughout the year. The climate in Wudi is not as cold as in the north.Such clothes are not practical, so Zhuang Yang naturally wouldn't buy them, they were a gift from Liu Hong.

The white fox fur is valuable and is known as a thousand pieces of gold. Zhuang Yang doesn't like to wear it, and he doesn't want to use it just in time today.

Snowflakes fell in the courtyard, and the thin snow melted when it fell to the ground.The hall was covered by windows and doors, so it wasn't too cold, not to mention that Zhuang Yang had fox fur to keep him warm, so he covered him warmly.

Since Zhuang Yang woke up, Qing He ordered the cook to prepare light and ready-to-eat food. Although there was only one cook in the Zhuang house, this cook was also assigned from the palace, and the food he cooked was quite delicious.

Qing He brings a food box and sets a food table, Zhuang Yang eats.What he drank early in the morning was boiled soft rice porridge and light side dishes, which was very appetizing to Zhuang Yang.

No, Ah He ran out with pancakes, with a bow and arrow behind him, and it was Zhuang Yang who asked Qinghe to call him out of the room.

"Sir, are you well?"

Ahe saluted and greeted, quite sensible.

"It's much better, Ah He, come and eat."

Zhuang Yang greeted him. Beside Zhuang Yang, there was an empty food table with food on it.

Liu He obediently went over, sat in front of the food table, and Zhuang Yang watched him eat.Liu He is not like other children from rich and powerful families who still need to be fed at the age of four. He can eat by himself and is not picky about food.

Just after a meal, the sun outside the courtyard was shining, the weather was bright and the temperature was gradually warming up.Qing He opened the gate leading to the yard from the hall, Liu He ran out of the yard to play with his bow and arrows, and Xibing followed behind him.

"Qing He, look at him."

The backyard was not big, but Zhuang Yang was still worried that Liu He would fall or get hurt, and he loved the child dearly.

Qing He was discharged from the hospital and followed Liu He.

Zhuang Yang looked at the beautiful wintersweet blooms in the courtyard. He took off the fox fur and was about to stand up, but was suddenly held down by someone from behind, and the fox fur was put back on him again. Zhuang Yang turned his head and saw Liu Hong.Liu Hong embraced Zhuang Yang from behind, lingering and tender, and the two rubbed their ears together.Liu Hong muttered something, Zhuang Yang smiled slightly, and whispered: "Okay, okay."

That's the case, but my head still hurts when I blow it.After waiting in the hall, Zhuang Yang was helped back to the room by Liu Hong to lie down.Zhuang Yang couldn't sleep anymore, so he lay on the couch and talked to Liu Hong.

At first Zhuang Yang was lying down and Liu Hong was sitting beside the couch. When Qing He came back with Liu He, Zhuang Yang was lying down and Liu Hong was sitting on the couch. The two were still talking and smiling.

"Father, can I go to bed?"

Liu He also wanted to go up. He felt that since his husband fell ill, he was as lonely as Xibing.

"You want to come up too."

Liu Hong laughed, mentioned Liu He, and put him firmly between himself and Zhuang Yang.Liu He was very happy, lying between the two adults, happily talking about the two chirping and dancing birds he saw in the yard.

Xibing was barking and wagging its tail under the couch, but its two paws were too short for the wooden couch.

Only Qing He remained quiet, she leisurely pushed open the doors and windows of the house, looked at the busy pedestrians and children chasing outside the courtyard, and smiled.At noon in winter, the sun is the warmest.

The author has something to say: "The Flower of Jincheng" is over here, thank you for your love, and we will see you in the next "The Story of Xiancha Temple".