When the cannon fodder gets the golden finger [Transmigration Book]

The next day Zhao Xueyang really fell ill, and Zhao Xi slept until he woke up normally to find that Zhao Xueyang was still asleep beside him.

The Xuan window was half open, presumably it was opened by Ah Tian in the morning, the sun shone brightly into the room, and the bed curtain gradually became a little hot.When Zhao Xi opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Xueyang who was sleeping outside, lying flat, with a sharp profile and a high nose.He looked so thin, even the collarbone with Adam's apple was clearly outlined.

It is rare for Zhao Xueyang to sleep in late. Zhao Xi has known him for so long and rarely sees him sleeping until the sun is high before getting up.Occasionally just get sick.

Zhao Xi sat up slowly, straightened his clothes and hair, stretched out his hand to push aside the bed curtain and turned out from the foot of the bed.The air after the rain is particularly cool, and even the sun is not as hot as the previous two days, but it is probably because it is still very early, the sun has just risen in the sky, and there are no outlines.

He went back to the bed and sat down. The clothes and blankets that Zhao Xueyang had covered last night were already on the side, and he covered them a little.With his hands on his abdomen, his sleeping position is always so regular, even rigorous.

He stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Xueyang's face, with his palms slightly closed, he bent down and called him in a low voice: "Xueyang—wake up, what time is it now?"

The person on the bed only trembled their eyelashes slightly, as if they were about to wake up.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked, and he didn't have a fever when he touched it, maybe he just felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Xueyang opened his eyes in a daze, and the slender peach blossom eyes looked at Zhao Xi in an uncommon daze, which made Zhao Xi's heart tremble.

"Get up, it's getting late now, aren't you feeling well?" He asked more gently.

But Zhao Xueyang didn't stay in a daze for long, he swayed for a few seconds, felt that the light in the room seemed to be getting late, and he was about to get up with his arms propped up.

But he couldn't exert much strength on his hands, and his body was sore and limp, as if he was very tired.

"Hmm..." His body knew it, Zhao Xueyang got up normally as usual, and put his feet on the pedals.

Zhao Xi looked at him as if nothing happened, except that he slept a little late.I can't help but sigh in my heart that Zhao Xueyang's body is great, and when I get sick, it's like being given cartilage powder. Zhao Xueyang can take care of himself after sleeping a little longer.

But at first he was worried that he was sick, but now he was relieved.In the next second, Zhao Xueyang said calmly: "I'm feeling a little unwell, I'll ask the doctor to take a look at it later."

"Yes." Zhao Xi hurriedly replied.I haven't put on my clothes yet, so I have to make clothes for him first.

Half an hour later, the two sat at the table to have breakfast, and the servant brought an old doctor in for a consultation.

The doctor is from the medical center in the city, and the servants of the mansion go to invite it. They used to go to the palace to invite imperial doctors, and I haven't seen many doctors outside.

This doctor also treats a lot of high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

It was the first time to consult the emperor's relatives and relatives, and he saluted cautiously, and felt Zhao Xueyang's pulse carefully.After pondering for a while, he said cautiously: "Your Majesty has indeed suffered from the wind and cold. Do you feel body aches and pains in the head?"

Zhao Xueyang nodded slowly: "Yes, there is also some pain in the throat."

"It's not a serious illness. The weather is cold day and night, and it's normal to catch a cold. Maybe it was too hot a few days ago, and my heart was too angry. I'll give you a prescription and eat it first. In a few days Alright." The old doctor said cautiously, coveting Zhao Xueyang's face.

Zhao Xi propped his cheek and looked at it. What made the doctor feel oppressed was Zhao Xueyang's frost-like aura. In his eyes, he was indeed a little dazed, distracted, and inexplicably cute.

Then Zhao Xi went out with the prescription and handed it to Ah Tian, ​​asking him to find someone to fetch the medicine, and then personally sent the doctor out.

The servants who noticed the communication back and forth were all familiar faces, and remembered one thing.

"Hey, Zhao Yuan came to me the day before yesterday and asked me to come back. He said he had something to do. I don't think he has come back yet. Why did he go for so long?" Zhao Xueyang.

Zhao Xueyang thought for a while after hearing the words, and said: "Father brought some troops to sneak here. Zhao Yuan actually came back and passed messages to each other as a secret guard. Like Ah Yue, he was born in a team of secret guards trained by my father. Among them, Zhao Yuan is just an identity on his face, and he will use it when he needs it, and now he has more important things to do, declaring to the outside world that he has gone to work in the Zhuangzi outside, and will not be back for a long time."

"Oh." Zhao Xi knew that many people with special identities and certain power would keep private soldiers in captivity, and secret guards were more like the emperor's prerogative.

Because it is not easy to train a group of outstanding assassins, and they have various spies, abilities and martial arts skills.He has seen Ah Yue's ability with his own eyes. Hearing Zhao Xueyang's words, is there still a small team composed of such people?I am afraid that only King Huaiyang has this ability.

"That means Zhao Yuan will come back here now?"

"Yes." Zhao Xueyang took a piece of radish cake and ate it into his mouth, and said slowly: "In the past, he was responsible for sending and receiving messages, so changing his identity is actually more convenient."