The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

It is naturally impossible for Jiang Wu to open his eyes.

Without this body that can be touched by others, he can sleep alone for eternity.

Too bad he's a human now.

Yao Ji tried her best to open her eyes wide, and physical tears filled her eyes. She tried her best to wipe it with her hand, and asked, "Why is Wu'er still awake?"

Qi Hanmiao sighed, and said, "Your Majesty is coming, and you only wake up around noon."

Yao Ji seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous: "Your Majesty has been extremely diligent since childhood. At the age of three, he developed the habit of getting up and reading at the age of Mao. He began to practice martial arts at the age of seven. He never got out of bed after half a day at Yin time. Later, the late emperor saw In order to feel distressed, he even issued a decree to force him to rest for an hour at noon, and this matter is still spread by word of mouth among the people!"

She said: "You tell Aijia now that he sleeps until noon every day?!"

"...It is also a habit that has only been formed recently."

"Impossible." Yao Ji stepped forward and said, "When he first came to the throne, he still came to pay his respects from time to time. Recently... recently..."

Her eyes trembled, she suddenly didn't dare to think about it, she rushed to the dragon bed in a few steps, and said softly: "Wu'er, Wu'er, wake up, it's time to get up, Wu'er..."

Jiang Wu's body was gently shaken: "Wu'er, Wu'er..."

A nightmarish female voice penetrated his consciousness.

... This woman came again, came again, came again.

What is she thinking.

Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen, can't afford it, can't afford it, annoying annoying annoying annoying.

Seal, seal, five, knowledge.

pain.

Got pinched again.

Sangpi felt hopeless.

He didn't hate anything, but from now on, he decided to hate this woman.

"Queen." Yin Wuzhi's eyes fell on the pinch mark on Jiang Wu's arm, and he said restrainedly, "Is this how you used to wake up Your Majesty?"

Yao Ji lowered her head, slowly retracted her hands, and said, "Why doesn't he wake up?"

It wasn't like this before, if he couldn't be woken up, just pinch him twice, and he would wake up reflexively, read books obediently, practice martial arts obediently, and obey obediently.

Gu Yan cheered up and walked over, said: "Queen Dowager, let me have a look at Your Majesty."

Yao Ji moved away in frustration.

For a moment, she felt that the thing she had been clutching in her hand had been lost, like a handful of sand, trying to hold it tightly, but she didn't know when it was lost faster.

Now there is not a single grain left.

Instead, Gu Yan sat by the bed. He first checked Jiang Wu's pulse and eyes, then sighed, and gently helped Jiang Wu rub the scar on his arm: "Your Majesty slept all night, and it's time to wake up." .”

"Your Majesty, you frightened everyone yesterday. If you wake up, open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

Jiang Wu ignored him.

No one can wake up the funeral batch that seals the five senses.

"His Royal Highness, you have already knelt all night."

Jiang Wu didn't respond yet, but Yin Wuzhi raised his eyelashes slightly.

"If you stay awake, His Royal Highness may be sent back to the mansion by the Empress Dowager."

The funeral batch began to hesitate.

He was indeed sleepy, but his intuition told him that the Empress Dowager could indeed do such a thing. If Yin Wuzhi left, history might collapse, and he might have to find another way to get Yin Wuzhi back.

...Of course Sangpi didn't care about the so-called history before, after all, he used to be A Piao, and all directions had nothing to do with him.But he is now in history, so he has to take care of it.

However, I don't want to wake up, I don't want to open my eyes, I'm tired.

"Your Majesty just opened his eyes and showed the ministers to see if His Majesty is really all right? In this way, everyone can feel at ease. The Empress Dowager knows that His Majesty will wake up, so she dare not let the prince go casually."

A miracle happened.

Yin Wuzhi held his breath.

Gu Yan took a slight breath.

Sangpi slowly opened...one eye.

The clear eyeballs didn't move, they looked at Gu Yan for two breaths, and then they closed again.

Yin Wuzhi couldn't hold back, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Gu Yan laughed out loud: "Okay, since His Majesty is awake, I will not bother you."

Yao Ji didn't see the scene just now, but when she saw Gu Yan got up, she asked, "Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty is awake, but he hasn't slept enough yet." Gu Yan said, "Queen Mother, go back and rest first."

"If so, why did he ignore Aijia just now?"

Gu Yan looked at her and said with a smile, "How could I know?"

Yao Ji took a step back, her eyes turned red instantly.

So, did Jiang Wu do it on purpose?

He could hear and feel it, but he just didn't want to talk to her.

After all, he still hates her, blames her, loathes her?Don't even care about the last bit of affection?

Empress Dowager Yao was helped out of the Tai Chi Hall, and Qi Hanmiao immediately sent someone to inform the Empress Dowager, saying that Her Majesty is awake and there is no need to worry.

Gu Yan packed the medicine box, looked back at Yin Wuzhi, and called, "Your Highness."

An object was thrown over and was caught, Gu Yan said: "Medical oil, you can use it on your arms and knees."

The arm is Jiang Wu's arm, and the knee is undoubtedly Yin Wuzhi's knee.

Yin Wuzhi said, "Thank you."

"Your Majesty cares so much about His Highness, you and I will inevitably have to deal with each other more in the future." Gu Yan put the medicine box on his shoulders and said, "I will take my leave."

"It's work."

As soon as the person was gone, Qi Hanmiao immediately helped Yin Wuzhi up, and the latter stretched his legs a little, and said, "Go and rest, let me take care of this first."

"How can this be done? Your Highness knelt down all night, and you should rest the most."

"It's okay, I'm used to it. In the army, I was often punished by my father to kneel."

Qi Hanmiao wanted to say something else, but Yin Wuzhi couldn't resist and said, "Go quickly."

Soon there were only two people left in the room.

Yin Wuzhi raised his sleeves and rubbed his sore eyes, ordered someone to bring clean water, first cleaned Jiang Wu's wounds on Renzhong and Tiger's mouth, changed the medicine again, and poured the medicine oil into his palm.

Like the previous doctor Gu's pushing and kneading movements for Jiang Wu, he carefully pushed the bruise away.

That day when he slapped Jiang Wu's wrist, he broke out in a cold sweat of pain, but today Yao Ji's strike was much heavier than him, Jiang Wu was stunned and didn't say a word.

What's the point.

Maybe it was because he went to bed early yesterday, after Jiang Wu was woken up, he didn't feel too sleepy anymore, and he was rubbed with the medicine comfortably, and the sleepiness dissipated a lot.

He opened one eye again.

Yin Wuzhi glanced at him and said, "Open that one too."

Jiang Wu didn't say anything, just looked at him.

One eye is open, the other eye is closed, the open eyelashes are curled up, the eyes are clear, the closed eyelashes are long and slender, and the arc is elegant like a hooked crescent moon.

Yin Wuzhi's heart thumped uncontrollably.

He tried to find some topics to break the somewhat delicate atmosphere.With a light cough, he asked, "To be honest, yesterday, were you pretending?"

"It's sealing the five senses."

"Just pretend to be dead."

"No."

"Why do you pretend so much? Doesn't it hurt?"

"pain."

"Does it hurt you?"

He had to listen to her quarrel when he called. Jiang Wu was already sleepy after taking a bath at that time, and he was the biggest sleeper in the world.

But he was too lazy to tell Yin Wuzhi so much.

"If it wasn't for me yesterday." He didn't speak, and Yin Wuzhi couldn't hold back to continue looking for topics: "The Queen Mother will continue to pinch you, can you really bear it?"

This is indeed thanks to Yin Wuzhi.

Jiang Wu said in his heart, thank you.

But he won't say it out of his mouth, he has to let Yin Wuzhi know that he is a despicable villain, a damned guy, and he can't do anything to repay his kindness.

Not being able to get feedback from the other party, Yin Wuzhi was a little depressed, and the strength in his hands involuntarily increased——

"It hurts." Jiang Wu called out, "Gently."

"Does this hurt?" Yin Wuzhi said again, "You're used to it."

That eye blinked, and Jiang Wu's eyelashes were wet.

"...Why are you crying?" Yin Wuzhi said: "Okay, I know, it will be light, really, why didn't you cry when the Queen Mother pinched you."

It wasn't that Jiang Wu wanted to cry, it was this body that wanted to cry. It had been wanting to cry since it was pinched yesterday, but it was suppressed by Sangpi with strong willpower.

Jiang Wu also opened the other eye, and began to release the water.

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

The whole person froze.

Tears quickly wet the tip of the nose and temples, together with the mattress under the head.

Yin Wuzhi: "."

Not knowing how to react at all.

"Wipe it."

"...?"

Jiang Wu finished draining the water and said, "Wipe it off."

Yin Wuzhi finally came back to his senses, looked left and right, but couldn't find any other cloth, so he grabbed his cuff and leaned over to wipe it for him, but found that there were embroidery on the outer sleeve, which would probably scratch the skin, so Roll up the outer sleeves to reveal the soft inner sleeves, and carefully dip the area around his eyes.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes and let him serve him very relaxedly.

No matter what Jiang Wu thought, he was using a human body at the moment. After crying, his eyes, nose and cheeks were uncontrollably stained with a layer of crimson. He looked very pitiful.

Strange and touching.

Yin Wuzhi retracted his cuffs silently, Jiang Wu sniffed his nose, and said in a low voice, "Damn."

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to tear off the hem of his clothes, pinch his nose for him, and blow his nose out.

After cleaning up, the nose looks redder, more pitiful, and more attractive.

Yin Wuzhi avoided his gaze and said, "Sleep or not, and get up and eat if you don't sleep."

"Is it dawn?"

"It's on." Yin Wuzhi lied to him.

Jiang Wu asked, "What time is it?"

"It's noon." Yin Wuzhi lied to him again.

Jiang Wu couldn't tell the time, so he wondered why he wasn't sleepy now.

He lay lazily: "Then serve me and get up."

Taking the handkerchief from the maid and carefully scrubbing him clean, Yin Wuzhi offered to propose: "Let's have dinner on the couch."

This is really in line with Sangpi's wishes, he nodded without hesitation: "En."

Breakfast doesn’t have to be too greasy, and there’s no need for special preparations. Sangpi was fed red bean and rice cereal, and the whole process was very comfortable, because Yin Wuzhi didn’t mention anything to him, such as going to the imperial study for the batch, etc. These are messages that make you want to lie flat when you hear them.

It is rare for Sangpi to experience a pleasant meal.

After the meal, Yin Wuzhi wiped his mouth for him, then rinsed his mouth, and asked his opinion: "I will take His Majesty out later, okay?"

"it is good."

There is no bad reason, as long as he is not allowed to work, it will be fine.

Yin Wuzhi also experienced a pleasant breakfast time. He fed himself slowly, rinsed his mouth, and asked Jiang Wu, "Go out now?"

Jiang Wu nodded, and actively opened his hands.

Wait for a hug.

Yin Wuzhi said: "It's windy today, His Majesty wears a hat."

The hat covered Zangpi's head, and the furry brim blocked his sight.

"?" The intuition is not good.

But his body had already been lifted into the air, and Yin Wuzhi walked quickly, and when he was put down again, Zangpi smelled the fragrance of ink all over the room.

The hat on his head was taken off, and there were rows of memorials waiting to be inspected in front of him. Yin Wuzhi's tone could be described as gentle: "Your Majesty is sitting down, I will show you."

Funeral batch: "..."

He deadpanned—

Close your eyes.

He lowered his head.

Slumped shoulders.

then……

Crashed backwards.

An arm hooked around his waist, holding him firmly in his arms, with a low voice suppressing a smile.

"start."