After rebirth, Zha Gong begged me to love him [Rebirth]

In the wing room of Wei Mansion, Wen Xian was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, a lot of gauze was wrapped around his shoulders, but his face was still a little pale.

"Thank you, Young Lord, today!" The guards at the side thanked Wang Weizhi respectfully.

Wang Weizhi waved his hand, "If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand here intact."

The guard was not hypocritical, just nodded slightly and stopped talking.

The room was very quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The doctor at the side prescribed the prescription and handed the list to Wang Weizhi, and after a few instructions, he was about to go out.

Wang Weizhi looked at Wen Xian, whose eyes were tightly closed and his face was pale, feeling a little unbearable in his heart, he followed the doctor and walked out together.

"Doctor, please wait."

"What else do you want to order?" The doctor stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask what should I eat to make up for the excessive blood loss?"

The doctor smiled when he heard this, "It seems that this patient is very important to you."

Wang Weizhi smiled shyly and noncommittally.

The doctor said: "You can cook some pork liver porridge, add red dates and red beans, all of which are good products for nourishing qi and blood."

Wang Weizhi nodded, sent the doctor out of the door, handed the prescription to Ah Qing, and asked him to take the medicine according to the prescription.

After finishing the order, Wang Weizhi went to look out of the window of the wing room. Wen Xian was still awake, thinking of what the doctor said just now, he rolled his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Although Wang Weizhi was a country boy before he entered the Wei Mansion, but after all in Qingshan Town, Wang Yuanwai is also a respectable family.

Don't talk about cooking, even if Wang Weizhi is asked to make some tea, he probably won't be able to.

Just thinking that the person lying on the bed was Wen Xian, he wanted to make a bowl of porridge for him with his own hands.

It's a pity that his cooking skills are limited, even after several pots of boiling, it was either mushy or dry, and his hands had been scalded several times, but he didn't seem to be able to see anyone.

If it were in the past, Wang Weizhi would definitely throw up his sleeves and quit, but this was for Wen Xian, and when he thought of that person, he felt sweet in his heart, he was in pain, but he was not afraid.

It's just that if Wen Xian woke up like this, he hadn't cooked the porridge yet. As a last resort, Wang Weizhi had to ask the cooking servants in the kitchen. Under their guidance, he managed to cook a decent pot of pork liver porridge.

After filling a hot bowl, Wang Weizhi paused again when he was carrying him out, and went back to the kitchen to add two drops of vinegar to the porridge. After finishing all this, he carried the porridge and went to Wen Xian's room with a smile. go.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Wang Weizhi heard a voice coming from inside before he could push the door open, "Did she bump into Li's carriage?"

"I see, I'm afraid the show will end at this moment."

"Very well, you can make arrangements for the celebration banquet."

There was silence in the room for a long time, only the guard said: "Master, are you not going back to the house tonight?"

Wen Xian paused for a while, "I won't go back yet."

"Yes!"

As the words fell, the door was pulled open from the inside, and Wen Xian's bodyguard just glanced at Wang Wei, then nodded slightly, walked around him and left.

Although Wang Weizhi didn't know what the two of them meant, but he really heard the phrase "don't go back yet", and couldn't help but jump for joy.

Wen Xian had already noticed him, seeing him standing at the door and saying: "Why don't you come in?"

Wang Weizhi walked in with the porridge, "Are you awake? I thought I needed to sleep a little longer."

Wen Xian's gaze fell on the bowl of porridge in front of him. Although his face was pale, he still had a smile on his face. There was no one here at the moment, so he teased, "If I don't wake up earlier, you should be very worried."

Wang Weizhi's face was thin, and he couldn't help turning red: "I know I will be worried, why do you still use your body to block it?"

"I don't want you to get hurt." Wen Xian reached out and stroked a strand of hair hanging from Wang Weizhi's ear behind his ear, but this seemed to involve the wound.

Wen Xian's face turned pale, and he couldn't help snorting, Wang Weizhi hurriedly put down the tray, and supported him worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Wen Xian looked at him with a smile and said deliberately: "Come closer and see if it's cracked again."

Wang Weizhi didn't doubt that he was there, so he really got closer to look, but no sooner did he get closer than Wen Xian kissed him on the lips.

Wang Weizhi's face turned red instantly, but Wen Xian said with a smile: "This way it won't hurt even more."

Wang Weizhi was at a loss, took the bowl of porridge to change the subject after a while and said, "I, I made some porridge, you should drink some of it first, it is for replenishing qi and blood."

Wen Xian responded with a smile, and took a sip from Wang Weizhi's hand, but then his pretty face wrinkled, and he said coquettishly, "It's so sour."

Wang Wei was taken aback, thinking that Wen Xian doesn't like sour food?Is he playing too much?

Thinking of this possibility, he took the porridge away, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll ask someone to cook another bowl."

Wen Xian noticed Wang Weizhi's injured hand and knew that he had put a lot of thought into making this bowl of porridge, so he said, "It's delicious, I like it very much."

Wang Weizhi's face blushed again, and with a low hum, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Wen Xian's lips.Since Wen Xian was injured, although Mrs. Wei didn't want the Wei family to have anything to do with the third prince, she couldn't bear Wang Weizhi's pleas.

Simply shut the door and stay out of sight, out of sight and out of mind, but this is convenient for Wang Weizhi and Wen Xian.

The cut on Wen Xian's back shoulder had scabbed over, leaving only a shocking scar. Every time Wang Weizhi changed his dressing, he couldn't help feeling very distressed.

However, Marquis Wei is not in the mansion, and Mrs. Wei stays away from the house. The two often send the servants around them away, and they get along more and more intimately and harmoniously. Wang Weizhi once thought that this is the life he wants. If you forgive me and be yourself, then it will be very consummated.

As time goes by, the heavy celebration banquet is getting closer and closer. Recently, for some reason, when Wen Xian was with Wang Weizhi, he often looked at him in a daze. Every time Wang Weizhi asked him very puzzled, Wen Xian just smiled. Didn't say either.

Wang Weizhi is not a person who likes to ask questions. Since Wen Xian is unwilling to speak, there is a reason not to speak. When he wants to speak someday, he is willing to be the listener.

The day before the celebration banquet, Mrs. Wei finally couldn't bear it anymore and came to the door. After a few pushes, she finally invited Wen Xian out of the Wei residence under Wang Weizhi's reluctant eyes.

It's just that Mrs. Wei didn't know that just as Wen Xian stepped out of the gate with his front foot, he turned his back foot in through the window.

Wang Weizhi has long since realized the strangeness, and hurriedly supported Wen Xian who rolled over, "Your injury is not fully healed yet, don't tear it apart."

Wen Xian hugged him tightly, "It won't be broken, but I miss you so much these days."

Wang Weizhi nestled in his arms very naturally, smelling the faint fragrance of Wen Xian's body, blushing and said: "Don't we meet every day?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Wen Xian smiled and rubbed his slender hands on his waist ambiguously, causing Wang Wei to tremble slightly.

"But your injury..." Wang Weizhi was still a little worried that Wen Xian's injury would be torn, but tonight Wen Xian was very abnormal, before he could say anything, he directly lowered his head and grabbed his soft lips .