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

It was only later that the Shen family fell, so he also became a traveling doctor. Although his medical skills were high, his temper was very weird. Except when Shen Yanfei occasionally fell ill, it was difficult for even Wen Xian to invite people. Last time It was Shen Yanfei who came forward, and the old man was willing to go to Wei Mansion with him.

The guard was ordered to go down.

Wen Xian seemed to have thought of something, touched his chest solemnly, and instructed: "If Yanfei asks, just say I'm not feeling well."

Is this because Mr. Shen is not willing to go?The guard thought for a while and quickly denied the answer. The master had a deep mind, and there must be a deep meaning behind every action he made, and it was not something they could speculate on.

After the explanation was clear, Wen Xian also got into the carriage, and Wang Weizhi was lying quietly on the seat beside him.

The other party's pale complexion was in stark contrast to the bright red blood, and that dull palpitation came over again.

Wen Xian did not approach him, but pressed his hand lightly on his heart. This sudden strange feeling made him at a loss. He wanted to get close but also kept away. His intuition told him that it was very dangerous.

He has always been a person who is not afraid of anything, but at this moment, he has a sense of fear for that non-aggressive person. He doesn't know why this feeling comes from, but he just obeys his heart and doesn't want to see Wang Weizhi's current appearance.

But soon he calmed down, walked up and raised his hand to push away the black hair covering his face, revealing his delicate face.

His powerful big hand slid down gently, and firmly clasped it around Wang Weizhi's neck. No matter where the feeling came from, he only needed to firmly control the person in his hand until the day he got tired of this ridiculous game.

The carriage drove all the way to the third prince's mansion. Wen Xian carried the man into the bedroom a few steps. He put the man on the bed and waited quietly. His beautiful brows were frowned from the execution ground, and he didn't even return to the mansion. release.

Soon there were footsteps outside the door, and Shen Yanfei came in first from the room. Seeing Wen Xian standing upright, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "In such a hurry, I thought you were seriously ill."

Wen Xian's eyes flashed, "It's a little uncomfortable."

Shen Yanfei turned his gaze to Wang Weizhi who was lying on the bed, his expression was clear but he did not expose him, "Since Dr. Miao has already been invited, let him take a look at Wang Weizhi by the way."

After saying these words, Wen Xian's frowning brows relaxed, and the two moved aside, and the bearded old man came in with a medicine box.

He took off the clothes on Wang Weizhi's back bit by bit, the blood was dry, and the cloth was glued to the wound, and when he tore it lightly, the blood snaked down, and the sleeping man trembled in pain.

The old man's face was solemn, "The wound area is too large, and it may be difficult to heal just by applying medicine. Let me see if there are any internal organs injured."

Dr. Miao put his hand on Wang Weizhi's wrist, and the room was silent, waiting for Dr. Miao's final conclusion.

Soon the old man let go of his hand and stood up. Shen Yanfei glanced at Wen Xian who was silent, and spoke for him: "Doctor Miao, how is his injury?"

The old man said: "Fortunately, although the wound looks terrible, it is fortunate that no internal organs were injured."

This is also due to the fact that Wen Xian kicked Wang Weizhi to the ground later. If he had been forced to carry eighty sticks, the injury would definitely not be as easy as it is now.

"It's just that the wound is too large, and it needs to be assisted with oral medicine to control it. Let me prescribe a prescription first."

As he spoke, he took a blank piece of paper aside and danced around, and after finishing writing, he took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box.

"This is a medicine for external application. It should be taken in the morning and evening. Remember not to let the wound get wet before the scab has formed a few days ago."

The guard next to Wen Xian respectfully reached out to take the porcelain bottle.

Doctor Miao put away the medicine box before turning to Wen Xian, "Third Prince, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Yanfei's gaze also turned around, Wen Xian looked a little weird, after a long silence, he raised his hand to stroke his heart, "I don't feel well here."

Dr. Miao invited people to the table beside him, and motioned for Wen Xian to stretch out his hand.

The man lifted his sleeve robe slightly, revealing a well-proportioned forearm.

Dr. Miao raised his hand to touch Wen Xian's veins, changed several angles, groped carefully, and withdrew his hand after a while.

Wen Xian rolled up his sleeve robe, and Shen Yanfei said, "Doctor Miao, how is he?"

Dr. Miao gave Wen Xian a meaningful look and said: "The third prince has a strong physique, and his pulse is stable, so there is nothing serious."

Wen Xian frowned, "Then why is my heart always uncomfortable?"

Dr. Miao packed up the medicine box calmly, "Heart disease needs heart medicine."

After saying that, Wen Xian frowned even tighter, "You say I have a heart disease?"

"What do you think, don't you know best in your heart?" Dr. Miao had already packed the medicine box and put it on his back.

Wen Xian was slightly taken aback by what he said, what was he thinking?He just wanted to hold Wang Weizhi in his palm, and wanted him to treat him as before.

Wen Xian didn't say a word and didn't know what he was thinking, but Shen Yanfei's beautiful eyes alternated back and forth between Wang Weizhi and Wen Xian who were on the hospital bed, with a hint of worry in his expression.

"It's a good thing if there is no serious problem. I will send Dr. Miao out of the house first."

I don't know if Wen Xian heard it, but Shen Yanfei took Dr. Miao out of the house on his own, leaving him alone at the table thinking.

Shen Yanfei walked back quickly after sending the person away, there were no outsiders here, and the two of them saved a lot of etiquette.

"How do you plan to arrange him?" Shen Yanfei looked at the pale Wang Weizhi on the hospital bed, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to keep him in the mansion?"

He didn't have any prejudice against Wang Weizhi, but if this person affected Wen Xian and their plans, that would be a different matter.

"I never do business that loses money, even if I save someone, let him pay it off before leaving." Wen Xian seemed to be tired of thinking, and pressed his slender fingertips between his brows.

Perhaps he had already thought clearly just now, since he wanted to hold Wang Weizhi in his palm, he should keep him first, and send him away when he gets bored someday.

Shen Yanfei was silent, his eyes fell on Wang Weizhi who was on the bed, the wound on his back had been treated, and the white gauze was quietly wrapping him.

"You know he's useless to us, so how do you pay it back? I remember that you're not such a person, you won't keep trash by your side."

Shen Yanfei spoke truthfully. Now that Wang Weizhi is the only son of the Wuwei family, he is also a victim of a crime. He is helpless in this capital. How can he help them?

Wen Xian paused as he pressed the center of his brows, he opened his eyes and turned to Shen Yanfei, a gleam flashed in his eyes, "I remember that you are not a person who likes to ask too many questions, Yanfei, are you jealous?"

As he spoke, he stood up and approached Shen Yanfei, his tall body looked oppressive, and that handsome face carried a trace of complicated longing.

Shen Yanfei frowned slightly, as if she was very disgusted with Wen Xian's approach, but for some unknown reason, she forced herself to stand where she was.

Wen Xian looked at his reluctance, his gaze turned cold, and he took the initiative to take a step back, "You know I won't force you, so why do you have to make such a gesture."

Shen Yanfei remained silent, Wen Xian seemed a little annoyed, "You know you don't have to do this, and I will help you."

Shen Yanfei, who was silent for a long time, finally spoke, "I am no longer the young master of the Shen residence, I have nothing but myself."

Wen Xian looked at him coldly, this sentence should have been very traumatic, but for some reason, he didn't feel the boredom that he felt when facing Wang Weizhi.

Apart from a little bit of anger, there were no other emotions, and it seemed that even that bit of anger was only caused by Shen Yanfei's distrust of him.

Both of them didn't speak, Shen Yanfei was arrogant. Although the Shen family fell and he became the only remaining descendant of the Shen family, the arrogance that was inherent in him seemed to melt into his bones as he grew up.

Wen Xian looked at his straight spine and the restlessness in his eyes, and knew what he was worried about.

"Don't worry, no one will change my mind." He turned to the sleepy Wang Weizhi, "Even if someone seems useless now, I will find a way to make him useful, and no one can stop him We, none of us, I will help you realize your wish."

"it is good."

Shen Yanfei had already left at some point, Wen Xian approached the bed, put out his hands to pinch Wang Weizhi's face and turned around.

Pale complexion, closed eyes, and frown that were tightly frowned even in drowsiness, it looked extremely miserable. There was really nothing special about this face except for those eyes.

He raised his hand to cover the other person's eyes, but it was this face that still attracted him.

When his fingers were slowly crawling on Wang Weizhi's face, the guard answered the message and walked in.

Glancing at the man who was contemplating, the guard said cautiously: "Master, there is news from below."

"Say." Wen Xian withdrew his hand not too gently, and Wang Weizhi fell back into the bed.

"Madam Wei has set off for Qingshan Town with the scriptures."

"Where is Lord Wei?"

"According to the master's order, I went to where the prince is."

"Very good." He turned around, "Go, go to the study, it's time for the next step."

The two left here one after the other, leaving only a few servants waiting.

Wang Weizhi, who was lying on the bed, felt a sharp pain from his back when his consciousness came back, which almost knocked away the consciousness he had gathered just now.

When I moved my fingertips, it felt soft to the touch, and the bitter smell of medicine was still lingering in my nostrils.

Where is he?Before Wang Weizhi came back to his senses, his pupils shrank slightly, and slowly gathered a little focus.

Only then did I see clearly the environment I was in. This...is a wing room?But isn't he receiving the law on the torture platform?Who took him away?

During his time in the capital as the only son of the Wei family, it seemed that he had not made a single friend except Wen Xian.

Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help but froze, as if the wound was involved, sharp pain swept over him, he couldn't help groaning, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As soon as he made a sound, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a servant came in from the outside, and when he saw that he had woken up, he hurried out.

Wang Wei just had medicine on his back, and although the pain was relieved, it still made him unable to move.

what is this?As long as he thought that this was Wen Xian's mansion, he didn't want to stay. He would rather sleep on the street than receive Wen Xian's favor. He moved his body with great effort, but before he got down, footsteps came from the door.

The sandalwood door was pushed open from the outside, and Wen Xian led people in. Seeing him wanting to get off the bed, his face turned black, and he stepped forward a few steps, pushing his body which he had just moved a few inches away. go back.

"What are you doing, don't you think you're not hurt enough?" Looking at his anxious look and worried tone, if he hadn't been lied to once, Wang Weizhi would really believe it.

He looked at Wen Xian as if he wanted to see through that beautiful mask.

However, Wen Xian acted as if those things had never happened before, and joked with their appearance and tone together: "Why are you looking at me like this? Does the wound hurt?"

A dimple faintly appeared on that handsome face because of the smile, and it looked peaceful and beautiful, but the more Wen Xian pretended nothing had happened, the colder he felt in his heart.

Wang Weizhi withdrew his gaze coldly, his voice was still a little hoarse, "Do you want me to pretend that nothing happened?"

Wen Xian's smile paused, ignoring this sentence, "You still have injuries, don't get angry."

As he said that, he took the medicine bowl from the servant at the side, stirred it with a spoon, picked up a spoonful and handed it to Wang Weizhi's lips.

Although Wang Weizhi couldn't move his body, he still turned his head stubbornly. Wen Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, but he still smiled kindly and said, "Come on, drink the medicine and you will recover quickly."

Seeing the medicine spoon approaching his lips again, Wang Weizhi sneered and mercilessly exposed him, "Your goal has been achieved, so why pretend to be like this?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Wen Xian's face could not be maintained any longer, his eyes turned cold, he threw the medicine spoon back into the bowl, and placed it on the plate carried by the servant beside him.

A few seconds later, that handsome face burst into a very disobedient smile, which was an expression Wang Weizhi had never seen before, and that tyrannical smile made people startled!

But the servants at the side had long been used to it, and retreated out with their things in their hands.

Wen Xian stood up and got close to Wang Weizhi, he bent down slightly, stretched out his hand to caress his face affectionately, Wang Wei subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

But he felt a sudden pain in his cheeks, Wen Xian had already pinched his cheeks tightly, and only heard him say a word coldly through the gap between his teeth: "Very well, since you want me to treat you like this more, then I will treat you like this." Shouldn't it be good to meet your request?"

He forced Wang Weizhi to look up, and the young man lying on the bed was injured by his series of actions, and the last trace of blood faded from his painfully pale face.

Wen Xian squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly, and when the back that was wrapped in white bandages slowly soaked into light pink, he shook off Wang Weizhi's face.

The tone is full of warnings: "I don't have much patience, you'd better not disobey me."

Wang Weizhi was lying on the bed, a few fingerprints were clearly visible on his cheeks, his expression was very gloomy, his heart seemed to have a big hole cut out, blood was dripping out, and he didn't know where his eyes fell.

It's obviously the same face and the same person, but Wang Weizhi couldn't find any of Wen Xian's previous appearance in him.

"What did you bring me back for?", he forced himself to speak, there was so much he wanted to know.

Wen Xian just squinted at him, his deep pupils gleamed with a faint light, and suddenly he smiled viciously, wondering if he didn't intend to pretend after being exposed, he said: "I wanted to continue playing with you Go on, who knows you are so ignorant, really boring."

To Wang Weizhi, these words were undoubtedly a cruel sharp edge, ruthlessly sawing his already broken heart, he could only bite his lower lip to forcefully suppress the painful moan that was about to come out.

His light-colored lips turned white from biting, his fingers tightly gripped the quilt, and he tried his best to restrain the trembling.

The author has something to say: I have to say, brother guard, you are telling the truth!

感谢在2020-06-0217:09:45~2020-06-0317:08:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!