[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

From Chen Guan's point of view, the sick young man with a Beijing accent seems to have a will to die.

After waking up, he didn't take decoction or medicine, and he didn't eat any meals. The sick body was fragmented and weak, like a lonely bone.

Later, one day, Chen Guan was guarding the door, and looked through the window to see Liu Taishou in a dark official robe, with his slender fingers lifting the sick man's sharp chin and concentrating, "It seems to be thinner again."

That sick young man didn't even look at Taishou Liu.

Liu Taishou narrowed his red phoenix eyes, "I'm mad at me for saving you, or are you mad at me for bringing you to Lingnan?"

The sick young man still didn't speak, he leaned against the vermilion bedpost, his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, his eyes were lifeless, he coughed a few times heart-piercingly, raised his thin hand and overturned the medicine bowl again.The valuable medicine was sprinkled on the green bricks, and the refreshing medicinal fragrance rushed into the nostrils.

There were hundreds of medicine bowls dropped by the sick young master these days, and the prefect Liu was not surprised, so he ordered, "Chen Guan, go make another bowl."

Chen Guan pushed the door in with the freshly boiled bitter medicine, stood respectfully on one side, Liu Taishou reached out to take it, sucked it into his mouth, folded the sick man's wrists and imprisoned him above, leaned over and kissed him, the sick man violently Struggling, kicking with both legs, panting weakly, the white ankle with cyan veins was pressed hard and couldn't move, and there was a soft red circle.

The sick man's bloodless lips were swollen and swollen from being bitten, and the black medicine stains overflowed from the white lips and teeth, dripping down a section of the slender neck, soaking through the blue and white dark-patterned skirt, and the messy overlapping belts were loose. Under the cover is a looming white waist.

With red candles and dim lights, soft pillows and tents, and a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on the jade pillow with tangled hair, it looks charming and charming for no reason.

Chen Guan lowered his eyes, not daring to take another look. He could still hear the sick man's subtle and rapid breathing, and his heart beating like a drum.

He heard Taishou Liu laugh, "You used to feed like this when you were drowsy. It makes no sense to let your temper go when you wake up."

The sick boy was tossed into a mess, his chest was heaving and unsteady, his eyes were full of cruelty, and he slapped him. Liu Taishou's face was turned to one side, but he was not annoyed by the embarrassment, and he stared at the sick boy slowly. He said word by word, "Zhao Changning, it's hard for you to fly."

The sick young man's voice sounded like a torn brocade, "Liu Yanqing!"

Liu Taishou stood up lazily, wiped the medicine stains left on the corners of his lips with his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you still refuse to take medicine in the future, I will come to feed you every day."

The sick young man gasped for breath, and squeezed out a word without deterrence from between his teeth, "Get lost."

Since that day, the sick man finally started to eat and take medicine, and his frail body slowly sprouted new roots, and gradually he was able to sit on the bed and walk while leaning against the wall.

Chen Guan followed behind, watching him walk with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his hands and feet became limp in less than a quarter of an hour, and he fell on the weeds in the courtyard. Like a cold cave.

"Lingnan is a good place." The sick man murmured, looking at the spring flowers and summer grass in the mountains in the distance.

Hearing his praise of Lingnan, Chen Guan was only a young man in his twenties, so he started talking, "Lingnan is rich in lychees, and the dignitaries in the capital spend a lot of money to buy them every year. They are full of red lychees."

After following the sick young master for a long time, Chen Guan knew that the sick young master was from the capital city, where there is such a scene in the capital.

When the sick young man heard him mention the capital, he remained silent again.

When the red lilies on the bank of the river were in full bloom, Taishou Liu asked Mr. Sick if he wanted to go out and have a look.

The sick boy was still wearing a thick cloak in a place like Lingnan where the seasons are like spring. His face was white because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and he was holding a stove in his hand.

Chen Guan was driving the carriage and turned his head inadvertently. Seeing the sick young man lifting the curtain and looking out the window, he refused to miss his eyes.

The green trees outside the window are full of red lychees, and the red lychees are reflected in the clear river water. There are fish tails swimming and making beautiful water splashes, scaring away the red shadows, and they gather again in a moment. In the forest, the chirping of insects and birds can be heard.

On the return trip, I passed by the place where the government opened a porridge shed. There were tens of thousands of refugees from the north and south. Some were dressed in rags, some were begging along the street.The young child staggered and followed the woman's pace, holding the rotten steamed bun in his arms that he still couldn't bear to throw away, and there were mosquitoes hovering around.How can people be so low.

The sick young man asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Liu Taishou glanced at him, remained silent for a long time, and finally replied, "The Northwest Army has rebelled."

The sick man's eyes fell on Taishou Liu, and his slender fingers grasped Taishou Liu's sleeves, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?"