After dressing as a delicate beauty, I got married

Fortunately, Yunzuo only coughed up blood once, and he didn't cough up blood again.

However, the cough was still unstoppable.

Ye Changyao looked at Yun Zuo's undulating back, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Can I touch you?"

Ye Changyao, what does this mean?Is it to ask yourself if you can talk to yourself?

Yun Zuo raised his head, looked into Ye Changyao's eyes, with doubts on his face, and his voice was fragmented due to coughing: "You... what... what do you mean by that?"

Yun Zuo's face was always bloodless, coughing for a long time, so that the whole face was slightly flushed, which echoed the cinnabar mole on his Adam's apple, and gave birth to a charming style.

Ye Changyao's ears turned even redder, and he replied, "You cough so badly, I just want to ask you if I can pat your back for your comfort?"

It turned out to be so, but I would be wrong.

Yun Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, because he coughed too quickly and couldn't utter a word, so he nodded.

Ye Changyao got the answer, stretched out his hand, and gently patted Yun Zuo's back.

Yunzuo instinctively leaned towards Ye Changyao, his forehead resting on Ye Changyao's left shoulder.

Yun Zuo's cough became more and more painful, and the protruding butterfly bones hit Ye Changyao's palm heavily, making him suddenly feel that his palm might be pierced by this pair of butterfly bones.

Ye Changyao didn't know what to do, so he tried to stimulate his inner breath and send it to Yunzuo's body.

Yun Zuo suddenly felt his body warm up, and then his body softened, and Ye Changyao grabbed his waist in time to prevent him from falling.

He coughed a few more times, then stopped coughing, then let go of his hand covering his lips, and asked, "Why are you wasting your inner breath so casually?"

"It's not a waste." Ye Changyao withdrew his hands attached to Yunzuo's waist, took another handkerchief, and handed it to Yunzuo.

Yunzuo understood, wiped all the blood from his palms with a handkerchief, leaned on the bed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your inner breath can only relieve my cough temporarily, it can't cure the root cause, it's a waste."

Ye Changyao said without hesitation: "It's good to be able to treat the symptoms."

"You are really a fool." Yun Zuozhi lost his father beforehand, so he has never tasted the love of his father. Since his elder brother was weak and sick, his mother paid more attention to him, and he was often ignored. He even cried secretly because of this.

He lost his father at the age of twelve, and was raised by his grandmother. He has a cousin who is one year and two years younger than him, who was also raised by his grandmother.

My cousin grew up beside my grandmother, and my grandmother naturally attached more importance to her.

It wasn't until he was nineteen and his cousin got married that he won the attention of his grandmother.

Unfortunately, within a year, he was bitten to death by that eye-catching white tiger, and his grandmother was even killed by him.

Thinking about it carefully, he seems to be destined for evil, those who are close to him, and those he wants to be close to, will not live long.

If Ye Changyao would breathe out to him every time he coughed repeatedly, Ye Changyao would definitely not live long.

He closed his eyes, opened his lips and said, "Don't do this again next time."

Ye Changyao was about to make a sound, but the door was knocked suddenly, and someone outside said: "My lords, the bath water is ready."

He opened the door and asked the servant to bring the bathtub in.

The servant moved the tub to the back of the screen, and kept bringing hot water to fill it up.

Ye Changyao walked up to Yunzuo after the little fellow closed the door and said, "Next time if you cough as badly as before, I will still take my breath to give you."

Yun Zuo opened his eyes, smiled and said, "You are really a fool."

"Fools are fools." Ye Changyao looked at Yun Zuo's bloody cheeks and stopped arguing with Yun Zuo, but said softly, "Can you get up?"

"Yes." Yun Zuo took out the Qiankun bag from his clothes sleeve, took a clean clothes from the Qiankun bag, and got off the bed.

It was inconvenient for Ye Changyao to stay indoors, so he went out immediately and guarded the door, and it took half an hour before he went in.

Yun Zuo was dressed in obscene clothes and trousers, lying on the bed, his whole body got into the brocade quilt, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Perhaps it was because his body was too weak, as the weather turned cold, he became more and more afraid of the cold.

He was already drowsy, but because Ye Changyao had not returned, he refused to fall asleep.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and stared at Ye Changyao.

Ye Changyao asked the boy to change the bath water, and after taking a bath, he put on his clothes again before sitting cross-legged on the side of the bed.

When Yun Zuo was bathing in Ye Changyao, he saw a silhouette. Although he immediately turned his head away, the silhouette couldn't be left behind.

Now that Ye Changyao was in front of him, his heart suddenly trembled.

He covered his heart with his hand, and apologized to Ye Changyao: "I shouldn't have told Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhan that you are my husband. Why don't you come up and sleep with me?"

He immediately heard Ye Changyao's rejection: "It's okay."

"Sorry." He looked at Ye Changyao for a long time before closing his eyes.

Not long after, he fell into a dream and returned to the day when his cousin got married. On that day, his grandmother held his cousin's hand tightly, and her eyes were filled with tears because of her reluctance.

The cousin's parents died in the war, and there was no money left for the cousin. The grandmother lost her husband in the early years, and it was difficult to support the cousin. The red dress is used as a wedding dress.

At that time, he envied his cousin to be married to others in a fair and honest manner, and secretly rejoiced that his cousin would no longer occupy his grandmother's attention.

The dream was so real that he mistakenly believed that he was still the 19-year-old Yun Sanlang, not the one who killed his grandmother, nor the Yun Sanlang who became Yun Zuo.

The things that came into view broke his illusion mercilessly.

Recalling the dream just now, he couldn't help feeling depressed.

Why did I have such dark thoughts at that time?

It was a happy event for his cousin to get married. Apart from envy and joy, he never even blessed his cousin.

He was too selfish a year ago.

"Ye Changyao..." He called out in a low voice, listening to his own voice, he suddenly felt as if he was asking Ye Changyao for help.

After Ye Changyao circulated his inner breath for a week, he fell on the table. He was always alert. When he heard Yun Zuo calling him, he immediately straightened up, walked in front of Yun Zuo, and asked, "What happened?" ?”

"Nothing." Yun Zuo got off the bed, "Go to sleep, I've had enough sleep."

It just so happened that at this moment, there was a slow and fast beeping sound from outside—the third watch.

It took Yun Zuo more than an hour from falling asleep to waking up.

Feeling bored, he put on his outer shirt and said to Ye Changyao, "I'll go outside to get some air, and I'll be back later."

Before Ye Changyao could stop him, he had already opened the door and went out. He had just walked a few steps when a strange sound fell into his cochlea.

He suddenly became nervous and followed the sound until he reached the north room of the main house.

If you listen carefully, the strange sound is the sound of two colliding, and there may be a low weeping sound in the middle.

Could it be that someone is being tortured inside?

He was about to open the door and rescue the weeping man, but suddenly he heard a voice so soft that it could almost melt water: "Cong Lang, hurry up."

But it turns out that it's not being punished, but the cloud and rain?

Can Yunyu make such a sound?

He was very confused, knowing that he shouldn't listen to people's privacy, so he immediately turned around, and was about to leave quickly, but saw Ye Changyao.

When Ye Changyao heard it, he realized that Zhao Cong and Ning Zhan were in the same room, and immediately lowered his voice, "Let's go."

Yun Zuo and Ye Changyao went back to the room, and as soon as they entered the room, Ye Changyao scolded him: "It's early winter now, and after nightfall, the temperature plummets, you can't stand the cold, you shouldn't go out, let alone go so fast."

Yun Zuo said with some grievances: "I heard a strange sound, and thought something happened, but I didn't expect it to be..."

Speaking of this, he was embarrassed to say any more.

Seeing Yun Zuo's aggrieved look, Ye Changyao reflected on himself. His appearance was terrifying, and his tone of voice just now was a little more serious, which made Yun Zuo feel aggrieved?

"It's all my fault." Ye Changyao lowered his head slightly, "But I only blame you because I care about your body."

"It's not your fault." Yun Zuo said strangely, "Why do you say it's your fault? Why do you hang your head down?"

Hearing these words, Ye Changyao raised his head, stared at Yun Zuo, and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed something: Yun Zuo was clearly walking very fast just now, but he didn't cough or pant.

It is absolutely impossible for Yun Zuo's body to have such a big improvement in a short period of time, so it is obvious that his inner breath has played a role.

He pondered: "If I give you my inner breath every day, will it improve your physical condition?"

Yun Zuo categorically denied it: "No."

Ye Changyao suggested: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Yun Zuo said in a cold tone: "No need."

Seeing Yun Zuo's firm attitude, Ye Changyao knew that Yun Zuo was afraid that he would waste his inner breath, and wanted to persuade him again, but Yun Zuo said again, "Why waste effort."

Ye Changyao sighed, and didn't force it, but pointed to the bed and said, "Go to sleep."

"I've already slept." Yun Zuo insisted, "You should go to bed quickly."

The two were at a stalemate, and in the end, Yunzuo slept on the bed.

When he woke up again, the sky was finally bright.

After they washed up, they were going to the dining room to have breakfast when they heard two servants chatting in a low voice:

"I heard that Mr. Mo in the west of the city died of illness."

"Mr. Mo has not been established yet? It's really a pity to die young."

"Mr. Mo has always been kind-hearted and willing to give. He is much better than his stingy father."

"But there are rumors that Mr. Mo is..."