beg for chivalry

Wang Xiaoyuan felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The boundless cold enveloped him, and he couldn't stop shivering under the blanket, feeling that every breath was extremely difficult.It seemed that someone was walking around in front of his bed, occasionally changing the wet tissue on his forehead, prying open his teeth, and pouring bitter soup.

Snow fell most of the time in his dreams, and he seemed to see the Tianshan Mountains in the distance. On the grassland as tender as a blanket, there were star-blue and snow-white steep mountains, and snow flakes like goose feathers fell down, burying him at the bottom of the ice sheet .

Dimly, he suddenly felt that someone was shaking his arm.Wang Xiaoyuan opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a small shadow lying beside his bed in the misty vision.

He was lying on the couch, his forehead was burning hot, and several layers of thick mattresses could hardly relieve the chill in his body.There was a brazier burning in the wing room, but he still felt cold.

When he opened his eyes at this moment, he saw the Golden Crow wrapped in an otter skin cloak lying beside him, staring at him with frowns.

"Master... Master?"

Wang Xiaoyuan hissed, trembling all over.

Jin Wu touched his forehead with his hand, and Wang Xiaoyuan felt that his hand was also very cold, like a stone chilled by the north wind.

"You've been soaking in the pool for too long...you've got a fever." Jinwu pouted, looking very unhappy, and said in disgust, "You're so stupid, who asked you to save me? Hmph, you're so stupid, Lazy, and greedy for petty gain, but always pick this kind of time to show off!"

"...I still want... to earn more money with the young master." Wang Xiaoyuan looked at the bed curtain, blinking his eyelids slightly, and said intermittently, "But... I... I'm dying."

His mind fluttered between high fevers, his head seemed to be scorching hot, but his body was as cold as frost and snow.Sometimes he had a vague premonition that he would die in the agony of the extreme cold.

Jin Wu pursed his lips and said: "No way." He touched his bosom, jumped up suddenly, and stuffed an unknown thing into Wang Xiaoyuan's mouth.Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoyuan gulped down the saliva with a grunt, choked the thing in his throat, couldn't spit it out or swallowed it for a while, his neck was red.

The young master picked up a bowl of cold water from the bedside table and forcefully poured it into his mouth.Wang Xiaoyuan swallowed it with great difficulty, coughed a few times, felt a burning pain in his stomach, and said weakly:

"This... what is this thing?"

"Chili balls." Jinwu folded his arms, put his head on his arms, coughed lowly, and said, "Seeing how cold you are, I'll give you some to warm your body." Said, jumped off the bed, went Go outside. "I'm leaving, you just cherish this time of sleeping, when you recover, I'll beat you hard with a whip."

Wang Xiaoyuan shuddered, and lay down under the quilt.Strangely, after eating the chili balls, he felt less uncomfortable from the cold.Wang Xiaoyuan dozed for a while, feeling like a fire was burning in his stomach, and the ice and snow in his dream melted.

In the middle of the night, he woke up suddenly with sweat on his face.The room seemed to be very stuffy, and the charcoal in the brazier was still glowing red.Wang Xiaoyuan lifted the quilt, only to feel that his body was completely soaked and sweated profusely.His body was extremely hot, and he seemed to have a fiery and inexhaustible momentum in his body, so he jumped off the bed and ran into the courtyard in a single shirt.

The ground in the courtyard is still covered with a thin layer of snow, shining white light in the bright moonlight.Wang Xiaoyuan's throat was burning hot, he threw himself on the ground, grabbed the snow and stuffed it into the mouth.He was so hot that there seemed to be lava rolling in his stomach, and even the ice slag couldn't stop the hotness.So he crazily scraped up the snow with both hands, sprinkled it on his body, and buried himself under the snow.

It was dawn, and the distant sky was turning white, and the faint morning light was falling down.Wang Xiaoyuan opened his eyes in the snow.His whole body was dripping wet, steam was steaming from his body, and the snow under his body had melted.A servant passed by with a bundle of fagots and shouted at him in surprise:

"Hey, Wang Xiaoyuan, aren't you sick? Why are you still sleeping here?"

Wang Xiaoyuan got up quickly, patted the blood foam on his body, suddenly felt the blood in his body was boiling, his limbs were light, and his body was as light as a swallow.The hands and feet that had previously been exhausted due to the high fever suddenly became full of strength, and there was no serious problem when swinging.At this time, he was only wearing obscene clothes, but he didn't feel cold at all.

He was startled by the change in himself, but suddenly he heard Aunt Yue's footsteps hurrying over from the corridor.When Aunt Yue saw him, she couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan!"

"Oh, why did you come outside? I thought you were going to die. Seeing how alive and kicking you are, you are probably all right?"

Wang Xiaoyuan flipped somersault lightly and told Aunt Yue that he was fine.

Aunt Yue put the jacket in her hand on him, and wept with joy, "The master and madam have found many doctors to treat you, but they all said that you are suffering from cold and poison, and you can't be cured! Fortunately, Apan wiped your sweat for you every now and then. Scarf, the young master bought a lot of herbs from the silkworm market, and made soup and medicine for you every day, and finally saved your life!"

Tears flashed in her eyes, and Wang Xiaoyuan couldn't help trembling when she saw it. "I...how long have I been sick?"

Aunt Yue pondered for a moment: "It has been about six or seven days since you fell into the pool. The pool is full of ice floes, and you have been immersed in it for half an hour..."

Less than half an hour.Wang Xiaoyuan shuddered, if he was an ordinary person, he would have frozen to death in the water long ago.But I don't know what kind of great luck he had, but he survived well.

Aunt Yue told him a few words in detail, saying that he was just recovering from a serious illness and asked him to go back to the servant's room to rest for a few days.Wang Xiaoyuan walked along the curved corridor at a loss, and when he passed the east wing, he suddenly heard someone calling him sullenly:

"...Hello, Wang Xiaoyuan."

Wang Xiaoyuan turned his head, only to see the scorpion pushed open a crack.Jin Wu sat in the shadow, holding a copper hand stove in his arms, staring at him unhappily.

"Are you cured?" Jin Wu asked after a long time.

"Hmm...hmm." Wang Xiaoyuan was a little tongue-tied, "... thanks to the young master."

"Yes, it's thanks to me. Get lost, don't be lazy when it's time to work." Jin Wu snorted coldly and turned his face away.Then he said, "Close the door for me."

Wang Xiaoyuan was a little puzzled, is Jinwu still angry with him?Previously, Jinwu had been silent with him for half a month because he stole the precious lacquer box in the study, but now he gave up his life and jumped off the ice pond to get the young master, but he still can't make Jinwu change his mind?But he just nodded, then stretched out his hand to close the door, and retreated from the Golden Crow Gate.

Strangely, he always felt that Jinwu was sick, and his expression was much paler.The young master was wrapped in countless thick blankets, and he looked extremely afraid of the cold.Just now when Wang Xiaoyuan was talking to him, Jinwu kept dodging, as if he didn't want the cold wind outside to blow on him.

-

The next day, the snow breaks, the wind is light, the clouds are light and the air is refreshing.

Jin Zhen ordered Jinwu to go to practice again, Wang Xiaoyuan had nothing to do, so he followed to see.He heard that before he recovered from his illness, Jin Wu had taken a pill of Laoshizi he had found from the Valley of Ten Thousand Doctors, and his illness was already cured, so Jin Zhen caught him out of bed early to practice swordsmanship.The young masters of Jin's mansion really worked hard, they seldom played around on weekdays, and they were always forced to practice martial arts. Wang Xiaoyuan felt a little sympathetic to Jinwu.

Wang Xiaoyuan lay on the wooden frame, watching the Golden Crow's posture boredly.He was only wearing a thin coat today, but Jinwu was wrapped in several round-neck jackets, with his neck shrunk, standing shivering in the wind.

Jin Zhen was very dissatisfied, and tapped Jinwu's leg with the scabbard, and said: "Didn't Grandpa tell you that when standing upright, you need to be as straight as a pine, without moving a single thread? If you don't hold your feet well, you may die more often." !"

The scabbard slapped hard on the side of his leg a few times, and Jin Wu stood up straight trembling, but the hand holding the knife was extremely stiff, and it didn't look familiar in the past at all.

"You have been ill and rested in bed for a while, your muscles and bones should be exercised. Your parents gave you medicine from the Valley of Medicine, so you should have recovered by now? If you want to Taking over the position of General Zhen Guo, I can’t let go even a moment of practice.” Jin Zhen frowned, his eyes lingering on him, and said, “Why are you wearing so many clothes today?”

The young master lowered his head and murmured, "I...I...cold."

"Nonsense!" Jin Zhen said, "It's sunny today, and it's much warmer than before. Take off your outer clothes. If you relax your muscles and bones later, I don't know how hot it will be!"

Jin Wu was so frightened by his grandpa's drink that half of his soul flew away, he reached out tremblingly to unbutton his coat, and took off his clothes one by one.When he stepped forward and stood in front of Jin Zhen, he shrank even more.Wang Xiaoyuan caught a glimpse of his face as pale as paper, with his slightly opened mouth coughing lightly from time to time, with a frail appearance about to be blown away by the wind.

How strange.Wang Xiaoyuan thought to himself, is it because the young master's illness is still not cured?But at that time, he was the one who had been immersed in the ice pool for the longest time, and he tried his best to lift the golden crow to the shore.Even he has recovered from his illness, so why hasn't the Golden Crow improved?

While in a trance, Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly heard a loud shout:

"Look at the knife!"

Jin Zhenyong was as brave as a tiger, and he pounced forward suddenly, drawing a cold arc like a crescent moon with his saber, cutting open the fallen leaves in the wind.Jin Wu took a step back, turned the blade over, rested the blade on his palm, and put on a defensive posture.

But for some reason, the posture that had been practiced thousands of times in the past collapsed in the next moment.Jin Wu's arms suddenly softened, and the saber approached his face half a point.Jin Zhen frowned, but still walked forward with a low growl.Wang Xiaoyuan watched nervously, watching their every move with bated breath, but suddenly saw Jin Wu's hands hanging down, the blade rolled down on the ground, making a loud clang.

"Why don't you even have half the strength? It's far worse than before..." Jin Zhen frowned, and was about to reprimand angrily, but saw Jin Wu's knees softened, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Startled, Wang Xiaoyuan quickly jumped off the wooden man's shelf and ran over in a hurry.Jin Zhen's expression also changed abruptly, he threw the knife and stepped over, picked him up from the ground.Wang Xiaoyuan touched Jinwu's body in an instant, he felt the skin under the thin shirt was hot, and when he looked at the young master again, he saw his complexion was as pale as snow, but his cheeks were flushed with the blush of illness.

Jin Zhen's eyes flickered, and he said to himself: "The illness is not cured yet... Doesn't it mean that I have already taken the pills from Wanyi Valley and I am already fine?"

The old man looked down at the unconscious Jinwu in his arms, then at Wang Xiaoyuan, his expression changed slightly, and he murmured:

"Could it be that he... didn't take the Renyang Wangqi pill?"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoyuan's heart trembled.

"In that case, where did he hide the pill...?"

-

Jinwu is sick again.

Wang Xiaoyuan had one more job to do every day. When he got up early in the morning, he would go sleepily to the back kitchen to decoct the medicine on a low fire. When the medicine was ready, he would bring it to Jinwu in the wooden tray.Sometimes Aunt Yue is busy, so he washes the towels and changes pajamas for the young master.

For several days in a row, Jinwu was unconscious, his body was burning hot like fire, Wang Xiaoyuan scrubbed him over and over again like handling a dead fish.While working, he silently recalled the cold night when Jinwu came to look for him in his heart.

At that time, he was delirious with a fever, and Jinwu stuffed an extremely spicy thing into his mouth, saying it was a chili ball.He swallowed in a daze, but he didn't realize that Jinwu was also coughing lowly.

"Could it be... Renyang Wangqi Pill?" Wang Xiaoyuan paused slightly while wiping the towel holder, and murmured.

He was in a trance when he suddenly heard rustling noises on the couch, followed by a few hoarse dry coughs, and a weak voice floated over.

"Yeah, that's the shit."

Wang Xiaoyuan turned his head abruptly, only to see that Jinwu had opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he was leaning on the umepi as a pillow and said listlessly: "How is it... Do you feel uncomfortable after eating it?"

"Master, are you awake?" Wang Xiaoyuan was a little surprised.

Jin Wu nodded slowly, but his eyelids were drooping, and he still looked like he was going to die in the next moment.

"I... After eating, I felt hot all over that night and rolled in the snow a few times, but now I feel better, and I still feel that the wind blowing outside is not cold at all!"

"It's done when it's done." Jin Wu only said, and then casually rolled his eyes away.

Looking at his pale face, Wang Xiaoyuan couldn't help feeling a little sore in his heart, so he put down the cotton cloth in his hand, walked to Jinwu's bed and sat down, and looked at Jinwu carefully.

"But... since the medicine is so effective, why are you still sick, young master?" Wang Xiaoyuan asked cautiously, "Could it be that there is only one pill, and you left it for me?"

Jin Wu lifted up the mattress, turned over, hid his face inside, and said in a muffled voice: "Hmph, it doesn't matter if I don't take medicine, my body is much stronger than yours!" Wang Xiaoyuan thought of this master's lack of color these days He smiled wryly and shook his head.He gently lifted the thick bag, and held Jin Wu's cold and slightly trembling hand.

"What are you doing?" Jin Wu turned his head angrily, only to see Wang Xiaoyuan sneaking into the quilt as nimbly as a fish, lying on the same pillow as him.

"It's too cold on you, I'll warm you up." Wang Xiaoyuan blinked and said triumphantly.

"Master, have you forgotten? My bed warming skill is very good."