When the storm took the script

Wen Jingxing didn't know that An Jiu heard what he said, and regretted it after he finished speaking.

An Jiu has no parents since he was a child, and maybe he really wants to have a child of his own. This is a matter between the two of them, and he cannot be deprived of the opportunity to be a father just because he thinks he is good to him.

According to Wen Jingxing's understanding of An Jiu, if he really had a child, 100% that fool An Jiu would be willing to give birth.

"Since it is contraceptive, it still has some side effects, I can only try to minimize its harm to the human body."

After Yan Qinghuan finished speaking, she began to write the prescription, adding and subtracting some herbs from time to time to ensure the best balance between the two.

After half a stick of incense, she handed over the written prescription.

Wen Jingxing didn't pick it up for a long time, and finally crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground in annoyance, asking, "Is it dangerous to have a bisexual child?"

After finishing speaking, he refuted himself: "How can there be no danger? Women's childbirth is already dangerous enough, let alone being bisexual. Even if everything is prepared, there is a contingency in everything. What if the fetal position is not correct? What if it is a dystocia? Bleeding? What if it’s twins? Even if a cesarean section is possible, the risk of infection is extremely high—”

"Second master!" Seeing that he was thinking more and more, and his whole body was a little out of order, Yan Qinghuan hurriedly interrupted him.

"Second Master, you are not a doctor, and you care too much, and you have thought about some things. Although giving birth is indeed dangerous, it is not as terrible as you think. Nine out of ten accidents before delivery can be diagnosed by doctors in advance. of."

Seeing that Wen Jingxing calmed down a little bit, Yan Qinghuan felt a little funny. The man was obviously still a virgin just now. Both of them had already thought so much about his future before they consummated their marriage. When they thought of themselves, they suddenly became more envious.

She caressed her stomach carefully, and said: "If there is a day of pregnancy, I will invite Master to live in the Hou Mansion for a year or so, and make sure that your little son and son are safe. How about that?"

Wen Jingxing naturally agreed, and when he calmed down a little, he remembered that he was also a pregnant woman in front of him, and... most likely, he was still a single mother.

His expression became too fast and undisguised, and Yan Qinghuan read his meaning at once, but he could see it: "He didn't know the existence of this child, and I didn't plan to tell him. When the spring begins, the second lady in the Hou's mansion I died of a bad disease, so I left the capital, where I can't settle down with my medical skills by my side?"

Yan Qinghuan was so free and easy that Wen Jingxing couldn't say a word of comfort, and finally he could only say: "If you need help, just ask."

"Of course." Yan Qinghuan was not polite at all, and after she finished talking about her own business, her expression became more serious, "Although this is a matter between the two of you, and I, an outsider, shouldn't talk about it, I still suggest that you, no matter what you do in the future, Whether the child stays or not, you should have a good communication with him."

Wen Jingxing nodded, why didn't he want to talk to An Jiu more about what was in his heart, but he himself was like a big clam, he didn't open his mouth no matter how hard he pried, and he was used to coaxing people.

Thinking of this, he had another headache.

But An Jiu really liked him, this was already the only thing that could comfort Wen Jingxing, as long as he liked himself, then he could say anything, isn't he just a clam, he can pry open the shell without any effort, How can you taste the delicious and juicy inside...

Wen Jingxing quickly stopped his thoughts, but all of the few films that Hyundai had watched suddenly came to his mind, and he quickly poured himself a large cup of herbal tea.

The water cools from the throat to the heart and lungs.

Now completely awake.

What are you thinking, what are you thinking, Wen Jingxing!

Now An Jiu can't even resist being touched, but if he doesn't touch him, he has to think too much, blaming all this on his body which is different from ordinary people, this is an endless loop.

Ah...headache.

"Miss Yan, there is something else I want to ask you for help." Wen Jingxing was a little ashamed to say it for a moment, after all, it was his own housework, but he told it to an outsider, and it was a girl's house, which was somewhat embarrassing, and he didn't know Will the other party be more embarrassing?

He tentatively asked, "It's something in the room."

On the contrary, Yan Qinghuan was generous, as expected of a doctor who has been practicing medicine for many years, she didn't even blush: "It's okay, just ask, don't treat me as a lady of Shangshu's mansion, just treat me as a female doctor raised by the mansion, there is nothing embarrassing about it."

Hearing what she said, Wen Jingxing directly told the whole story about An Jiu, but put the original owner's matter on another person.

Yan Qinghuan thought for a while, and said: "In my opinion, this young master was originally a yin and yang body. Since he was young, no one gave him proper guidance. He must have suffered a lot of bullying and harsh criticism, and gradually developed his current sensitive and inferior character."

Yes.

An Jiu once told him that because his body was different from others, he was almost drowned by his parents when he was born. Fortunately, the old man at home dissuaded him.

After a snowstorm, the old man passed away, and he naturally became a burden on the family, and was abandoned by the family without any surprise.

After entering the Hou's Mansion, she was instilled with the idea of ​​utensils by the teacher, and was humiliated by the original owner...

Wen Jingxing's heart suddenly ached, and he kept blaming him for not having the slightest trust in him, but on the contrary, he didn't give him enough patience.

His dark nines are originally dusty pearls. If he has enough patience and gentleness, and carefully passes away the humble appearance, he will be a rare treasure in the world. He exudes a gentle luster like jade in his hands, But it shines brightly in front of the world.

It is a treasure that belongs to oneself alone.

Just like the boy who fetched the lamp for him that day.

Yan Qinghuan continued: "There is too much difference in identities between you, and at the beginning he was a substitute, and he suffered such humiliation, why is it so strange for him to position himself as a prostitute? Not only him, but also other people in the Hou's mansion How many people treat him as a real lady?"

Wen Jingxing was stunned by her continuous questioning, and heard her say:

"It's common for men to have three wives and four concubines. It's a violation of ancestral rituals to hang out with men and not have any children. Think about it carefully. Even if Mrs. Hou agreed before, now you are in good health. It is completely different from the past. She will still Promise you and him?"

What Yan Qinghuan said was absolutely correct.

The foster mother sent by Mrs. Hou before...

Also, when he took An Jiu to the main courtyard for dinner a few days ago, Mrs. Hou once mentioned the matter of taking a concubine. Although she clearly refused at that time, An Jiu was still depressed all day long.

It's because his thinking is too simple. He was born in modern society and still can't adapt to these ancient feudal rules.

What's more, Anjiu, in this environment, no, strictly speaking, he is a secret secretary with a more distinct master-servant class. He has been brainwashed for ten years, so how dare he easily believe in the favor of a superior who is only a month old?

Wen Jingxing, you didn't do anything, but luckily you met An Jiu as soon as you opened your eyes.

That being the case, how can he have the face to ask An Jiusheng to have the courage to go forward for you and fight against the rules of the whole society?

Yan Qinghuan likes to talk to this kind of introspective person the most. Firstly, he is afraid of those who hide their illnesses and avoid medical treatment.

Fortunately, Wen Jingxing is not only a good man, but also a good patient.

She saw that Jing Xing had figured it out, and the facts seemed to have hit him a bit hard, so she gave him a piece of sweet dates appropriately:

"Of course, since he is willing to let you get close, it means that he does not resist you, and even relies on you. As for why you can't make it to the end..."

"One is to untie the knot, talk to him more, show him your friendship for him, and make him feel more secure. The second is... If Mr. Wen is inexperienced, why don't you go to see more erotic pictures, The human body has memory, before he thought this was terrible and painful, you might as well erase all his past memories with a more pleasant feeling."

Wen Jingxing was stunned for a few seconds, never expecting that there was a reason why he couldn't live well. He coughed twice at a serious girl, drank a cup of herbal tea and left in a hurry.

"Hold on."

Seeing his hurried appearance, Yan Qinghuan covered her mouth and laughed, and handed him a prescription.

"This is the prescription I just prescribed for the little boy's body. If you take it for a long time according to what I wrote, it will completely solve the old diseases in his body and make it easier to conceive."

"...It's fine to let nature take its course."

Wen Jingxing saluted her after receiving the prescription, and thanked her solemnly: "Thank you, miss."

Wen Jingxing didn't find An Jiu outside, and there was no one in the side room. He took the cloak from the strange guard waiting at the door, put it on, and returned to Zhongli Garden with an umbrella.

After entering the house, he found that An Jiu was not there.

Good bodyguard, where did he go?

Everywhere in the Hou Mansion was guarded by hidden guards. Originally, An Jiu was the person in charge of Zhongliyuan, but after marrying the original owner, he was replaced by someone else.

An Ten replaced him.

Wen Jingxing called An Shi over and asked, "Where is An Jiu?"

An Shi whispered: "Report, master, An Jiu, Bing, have not returned to Zhongli, Yuan Yuan, do you want your subordinates to go down and search."

Wen Jingxing listened to him patiently, a little surprised.

Didn't return to Zhong Li Yuan?

Where can that go?It was snowing so heavily outside, he had only stayed at Yan Qinghuan's place for an hour, and the snow had covered his calves.

It was not so cold when we went out, and An Jiu didn't bring a cape or an umbrella, where could he go?

Wen Jingxing's heart was blown by the wind that caused an ominous chill, and his voice trembled slightly: "Bring him here to me."

An Shi took the order and left.

Wen Jingxing was sitting in the study, looking at the heavy snow outside, his heart sank little by little, and he flipped through the brochures on the table that were brought up regularly.

He usually doesn't care about the affairs of the mansion, there are dark ten in Zhongli Garden watching, if there is any change, it will be served at his desk.

Usually it's trivial matters, which guards and maids see each other right, give each other handkerchief sachets, or cooks get kickbacks when they buy vegetables.

When Wen Jingxing first crossed, he looked at the picture a few times, but later felt that it was not even as good as the 1818 Golden Eye, so he had no interest in checking it out every day.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the first page, he saw the record of Haitang's disrespect to An Jiu last night. Although An Shi stuttered, the record was indeed professional, and he copied everything verbatim.

These words turned into swords and stabbed Wen Jingxing's heart mercilessly.

What Yan Qinghuan said just now is still vivid in my memory:

How many people in Hou's mansion treated him as a real wife...

Where he couldn't see, did An Jiu receive this kind of treatment...

Wen Jingxing didn't know if he was more angry with himself or with the servants in the mansion, so he smashed a teacup with his sleeves, and poured another whole cup of herbal tea to calm down the pressure.

Thinking of Anjiu's distraught look yesterday, he finally pulled out a thread from the mess.

I also thought that in order to anger him this morning, I even deliberately told him that Yan Qinghuan was pregnant with her own child, that fool Anjiu must have believed it...

I really don't believe it, but I firmly believe what I said to coax him and lie to him.

After burning an incense stick, An Jiu walked in, lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows, and stopped a meter away from Wen Jingxing.

Wen Jingxing raised his head to look at him, the bodyguard uniform he wore in the morning was already soaked, his long bundled hair was dripping with water, his face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were drooping with no energy at all.

For a while, Wen Jingxing didn't dare to touch him.

He heard his trembling voice call Tingshu in, and ordered ginger soup and bath towels.

After calming down a bit, the voice trembled slightly undetectable: "Where did you go?"

Listening to the book came in very quickly, Wen Jingxing took the bath towel and wanted to wipe it for him, but An Jiu took a step back, avoiding his touch, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's snowing and it's cold, my subordinates are going to the kitchen to be the master. Cook a bowl of walnut and wolfberry porridge to warm your stomach..."

"lie!"

Wen Jingxing interrupted him, went up and grabbed his arm, covered his head with a bath towel, anger came to his mouth, but he couldn't utter it no matter what.

"An ten, where did you find him?"

Anshi answered: "Mirror Lake, lake, lake——"

Wen Jingxing's heart was lifted violently, and he grabbed An Jiu angrily and questioned: "Did you jump into the river? Just because of what Haitang said?!"

Anshi finally finished the last word: "Beside."

There is a slight embarrassment.

Wen Jingxing: "...back down."

An Shi led the order to retreat.

Wen Jingxing used a little too much force just now because of his impatience, and felt that An Jiu in his hand was crumbling by his pinch, so he immediately let go.

There were still fragments of the teacup he had just smashed on the ground, and the air pressure in the room was extremely low, so no one dared to come in and clean it up for a while.

An Jiuyi broke free from the shackles, and knelt quickly and precisely: "This subordinate knows his mistake, please master to punish."

Wen Jingxing hadn't let go of the heart that had just been lifted, and immediately pulled him up again. Fortunately, he was only kneeling on a small piece of porcelain, and it didn't penetrate the clothes and get embedded in the skin.

Fearful and angry at the same time, Wen Jingxing was confused at the moment: "Jiu'an, what do you want to do? Do you really hate me and want to jump into the river, or is it because Haitang contradicted you yesterday, why did you feel wronged?" Instead of looking for me, is it useful to look for the river? Jump down to find the river god to make a wish? When the time comes, I will go to get you, shall I get a golden Jiu'an, a silver Jiu'an, or a dead Jiu'an?"

An Jiu had never seen Wen Jingxing look like this before, he was a little dazed, and replied blankly: "No... this subordinate just happened to walk there and wanted to blow some air and wake up."

Hair?Sober up?Yes, your stupid brain is not enough to blow the wind, you should jump down, I will bring back all the gold and silver, and put them here to look at them every day, every night, and if you have no money, you can still sell flowers and buy a dozen cute ones And cute little boy.

Wen Jingxing's mind was spouting nonsense like a well, and he felt that he had been driven mad by this person.

Picking up the ginger soup on the table and gulping it down, the spiciness penetrated directly into the heart, and it was only then that he could pull back his sanity a little.

Wen Jingxing dragged him up, the place he touched was icy cold, his coat was soaked in snow, and it was so hard that a layer of ice had already formed.

Wen Jingxing directly wrapped him in his arms, An Jiu struggled desperately, but was hugged even tighter.

An Jiu is in a hurry, he is like an ice cube, being so close to his master will make him catch a cold.

Wen Jingxing turned a deaf ear to his resistance, and in a fit of rage, he tore off his clothes, and bit his exposed shoulders fiercely.

An Jiu's whole body was frozen stiff, and she let Wen Jingxing take a bite without moving, without feeling any pain.

After waiting for him to vent his anger, he said nervously, "Master, please let go of your subordinates, it's too cold."

"You know it's cold too..." Wen Jingxing held him in his arms, feeling the biting chill, and whispered softly: "I thought you were made of ice, and your heart won't warm no matter how you cover it .”

Anjiu's hearing is excellent, and Wen Jingxing originally said it to him, so he can hear it clearly.

His eye circles instantly turned red.

After standing in the snow for more than half an hour, he didn't feel cold, but he seemed to be thrown into the ice cave suddenly when he was embraced by his master. He didn't dare to look up at his master. Is there a little difference in the owner's heart?

Wen Jingxing stripped off his wet clothes to prevent him from feeling offended, and looked into his eyes the whole time without moving down at all.

An Jiu didn't know what he was going to do, maybe it didn't matter what he did, and he stood there submissively and let him do whatever he wanted.

Wen Jingxing wrapped An Jiu completely with the cloak he put aside, and then hugged him completely horizontally in his slightly widened eyes.

"Owner……"

Originally thought to be an abandoned domestic dog, but was suddenly hugged by the owner again like a treasure, An Jiu finally couldn't help but shed tears, he didn't know where the courage came from, struggling to get away from this warmth .

After all, if he got used to it, he might not be able to stand the next cold.

Wen Jingxing whispered in his ear: "Be good, my Jiu'an."

Am I still your Jiuan?

Jiu An is already very good, why did you lose him...

An Jiu couldn't stop his tears at all, he hadn't cried for a long, long time.

Long, long ago, his tears had no meaning.

Wen Jingxing was disturbed by his tears, put him on the bed, didn't know how to coax him for a while, so he could only attach himself to grind his lips a little bit to calm his emotions.

Finally, Anjiu's mood eased a little, but she looked more like a pitiful little girl, with a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes and reddened eyes, and her mouth was slightly opened, insisting on holding something in her mouth.

Helpless, Wen Jingxing could only let him suck his finger in his mouth.

Inexplicably like a baby with a pacifier in its infancy, it is not so bound by rules and regulations when it grows up. It cries when it wants to cry and laughs when it wants to laugh. It is a pity that An Jiu has never had this time. From the moment he opened his eyes, what he received was One evil after another in the world.

An Jiu seemed to be dreaming, he couldn't help licking his fingers, and sighed vaguely: "Master, don't be so nice to me..."

This subordinate finally figured it out clearly, if you like this body, this subordinate will be an object of Chenghuan to vent, and will never have any delusional thoughts about you, if you marry a wife, I will be your secret guard for the rest of your life, and when you have a little master , I will protect him like I protect you.

Wen Jingxing didn't hear clearly, but since he wanted to clear up all the misunderstandings in An Jiu's heart, he had to be a hundred times more patient than before. He pulled out his finger and whispered to his ear: "What did you just say?"

An Jiu, however, seemed to be frozen stupid, sticking out his tongue slightly, wanting to lick the finger not far from him.

His fingers were held again by him, Wen Jingxing bent his face sullenly, as if he was teasing a puppy with a bone, forcing him to speak his mind.

An Jiu didn't know whether it was because of the cold or because all the grievances he had suffered in the past few days had accumulated for a while, and finally exploded, his nose was red, and he didn't dare to scold loudly even when he was angry, as if no matter how much Wen Jing Xing gave him, he couldn't imitate it Will rely on favor and pride.

He turned his head away from Wen Jing Xing, and his voice was only a little louder than usual: "I said, don't be so nice to me in the future."

Wen Jingxing rewarded him by kissing his lips, and threw the bone to the greedy puppy again. After playing with it for a while, he repeated the old trick and asked, "Why?"

Perhaps it was the master who gave him the courage to break the boat. An Jiu didn't make Wen Jingxing wait long this time. He opened his mouth slowly, but with his eyes closed, and told him all the thoughts just now.

After listening, Wen Jingxing did not speak.

In front of him, he took off the clothes one by one, and then lifted the quilt to get in. For the first time, the two of them faced each other naked on the bed, but they didn't feel lust at all.

Wen Jingxing suddenly remembered a sentence that someone said: The so-called love means that when you see that person, your first reaction is not to go to bed, but to hug.

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Hey, it doesn't seem good to stop here, but I really can't move