Big traitor pregnant with my cub

The next day Zhou Yi was awakened by Xia Jing's vomiting.

When he opened his eyes to see, the person beside the pillow was leaning out, covering his chest with his hand, and vomited furiously at the basin that had been prepared by the bed.

Zhou Yi sat up silently, hesitated for a moment, then obeyed her heart and used the palm of her hand to smooth his back, secretly thinking that this morning sickness is really painful.

Xia Jing noticed the movement behind him, trembled, barely stopped vomiting, wiped his lips with the handkerchief, turned his head and said: "Sorry, I woke you up... vomit..." Before finishing speaking, Then he turned back quickly and vomited into the basin.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi hurriedly continued to follow his back. Seeing that he had stopped for a while, she hurriedly got up and poured a glass of water for him: "Drink your saliva to moisturize yourself."

Xia Jing gave a soft "hmm", without stretching out his hand, but drank half a glass of water with Zhou Yi's hand, and rinsed his mouth with this water.

"Thank you." He lowered his eyes, stroked his chest, and slowly calmed down his shortness of breath due to violent vomiting.Now he is peaceful and docile, like a noble cat with its paws closed, it is very different from the man in Yangzhou who was full of cynicism and refused to admit defeat at all.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Yi couldn't help feeling soft-hearted, and said softly, "You...are you always like this in the morning?"

"Well, it's been like this recently." He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yi inexplicably, then lowered his eyes again, "Doctor Liu said that it will be fine to get through the first few months."

Zhou Yi wanted to say something more, when the old lady's familiar voice came from outside: "Mr. Zhou, is Mr. Zhou at home? I brought you breakfast."

Zhou Yi raised her hand and patted Quan on Xia Jing's shoulder twice as a comfort, and then said loudly, "Hey, I'm here", and hurried out of the house.

Last night there was thunder and lightning, and the wind and rain were mixed. This morning, the sun stopped temporarily, and the sky was gloomy.

The dirt road in the village was muddy, and the aunt came over to deliver the meal, stepping on a pair of straw sandals and trousers, which was full of dirt.

Zhou Yi took the rice basket and thanked her again and again, looking at the weather, maybe the next downpour would come in no time, so she told the aunt not to bring the lunch and dinner, and he went to pick it up in person.

The aunt quickly waved her hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's only a few steps to come here."

Zhou Yi repeatedly asked her not to come over, and asked her to prepare some sour food. When she went to pick up the meal at noon, she would bring it together: "My brother is sick, and his appetite has not been very good recently. I am worried when I look at it. Find a way to appease him."

The aunt agreed when she heard it: "Okay, this matter is on the aunt. It was a coincidence. My daughter-in-law was diagnosed with a pregnancy a while ago. She was so sick that she couldn't eat anything. She vomited whatever she ate. If I want to eat something sour, I’ve prepared some for her, you can just come and get it.” So, I won’t mention the food delivery anymore.

Zhou Yi thanked her for sending her away, and took the food basket back to Xia Jing's room.

The sound insulation effect of Tuyu’s house is not so good. Xia Jing listened to what Zhou Yi said to the aunt in the yard even if he was lying in the room. Sour?"

Zhou Yi was silent, as if concentrating on eating, and said after a while: "The deceased wife also liked to eat these when she was pregnant."

He didn't see anything unusual on his face, but Xia Jing suddenly remembered why his original wife didn't exist.

Xia Jing has never met that one with his own eyes. Zhou Yi only married his wife after he left. When he passed the imperial examination and was admitted to the Hanlin Academy and got close to Zhou Yi, that one was gone. He only found out after asking Zhou Song quietly.

Xia Jing felt a little guilty for mentioning something that displeased Zhou Yi, and secretly raised his eyes to look at the other person's face: "Sorry, I shouldn't..." He didn't take a few mouthfuls at first, and was thinking of apologizing, but his heart Suddenly, there was a soreness in the throat.

"vomit……"

Everyone else is like this, how can Zhou Yi have the heart to criticize him, she hurriedly stood up and followed his back, and said, "Don't say I'm sorry, I don't blame you." Yes, what does this matter have to do with Xia Jing? If there is someone to blame, then he himself is the culprit, no one else.

After vomiting out all the food he ate just now, his stomach was empty, and Xia Jing's vomiting gradually stopped, accompanied by occasional retching, but he couldn't vomit anything anymore.

The strong vomiting caused a dull pain in the lower abdomen. Xia Jing held his breath and refused to tell Zhou Yi, so he excused that he was tired and lost his appetite, and wanted to rest for a while.

Zhou Yi didn't doubt that he was there, helped him to lie down, carefully twisted the corners of the quilt for him, packed up his things and went out, he also went to decoct the medicine, and cleaned up the mess in the house where the rain leaked.

In the past few days, it seems that he has finished all the work he has done for many years.

In the humble room, the quilts on his own bed were all soaked, and water could be squeezed out after twisting them.

The thunder came again outside, and the lightning radiated amazing light, which flashed several times in front of my eyes. After a few muffled thunders, the pouring rain poured down again.

Before the roof could be repaired, rainwater leaked in again. Zhou Yi hurriedly used all the water containers in the house to catch water, but it was not enough.

Seeing the rain dripping down at his feet, the water splashed and splashed, forming small puddles on the ground, he looked at the dilapidated roof with some worry, and he was full of poems, books and beautiful articles, but now he could only do nothing.

This is really discouraging a literati!

Fortunately, Xia Jing's room is strong enough, otherwise, I'm afraid I'd have the cheek to borrow and live in someone else's house, Zhou Yi thought bitterly.

Throughout the morning, the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping. Seeing that noon was approaching, he went into the west room to take a look at Xia Jing. Seeing that he was still asleep after drinking the medicine, he simply wrapped up his coir raincoat, put on a bamboo hat, and rushed quickly. into the rain.

The wind and rain outside were so strong that the small trees that were not too strong were blown to pieces, the grass fell to one side messily, and a large area of ​​the well-growing crops was destroyed, which made people feel distressed.

Natural disasters are fate, and no one can help them. This year's harvest in the village may be destroyed. This is the case here, and the nearby villages are probably similar. It seems that after returning to Beijing, I have to discuss it with Mr. He from the Ministry of Households, and find a way to come up with a Here comes the remedy.

Walking in the wind and rain, Zhou Yi's body was mostly wet, the wound on his arm hadn't healed at all, it was wrinkled by the rain, blood seeped out and stained a large area of ​​the gray sleeve red.

He tidied up a bit, because he didn't have extra clothes to change, so he simply dried himself first, and then brought the food to Xia Jing, together with the sour plums he brought from the aunt's house.

At this time, Xia Jing was already awake. Seeing this, Zhou Yi helped him to prop up the pillow, helped him half lean on the pillow, and handed over the jar of sour plums: "Let's eat one for appetizer. The aunt said her daughter-in-law would eat it." It worked out great."

Xia Jing didn't stretch out his hand, his eyes fell on Zhou Yi's blood-stained sleeves, he frowned, and there was a bit of distress in his eyes: "How did you make it like this?"

Zhou Yi followed his gaze to look at the location of her wound, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, you eat first, I'll wrap it with a clean cloth later."

"I come!"

"Ok?"

"I mean, I'll help you!" Xia Jing lowered his eyes and flickered, as if impatient, but a faint blush quietly appeared on his neck, which made his complexion more beautiful, but Zhou Yi's attention The power is not on it, so I didn't notice it at all.

In the end, Zhou Yi wrapped up the wound himself, and asked Xia Jing to tie it up. Now Xia Jing can't smell blood at all, and can't stop vomiting when he smells it.

But the can of sour plums was really useful. Xia Jing ate two before the meal. Today's lunch had a very good appetite, and he didn't vomit again until the end of the meal.

Zhou Yi smelled the plums and felt that his teeth were going to be sore, and he didn't know how he ate with such relish. It's different for a person with a body.

There are sour plums to stop vomiting, and he is full for lunch. In the afternoon, Xia Jing is very energetic. He is no longer like a few days ago, sleeping for half a day.

He was bleeding from below, and he had to lie down to support his body and couldn't get up, so he saw Zhou Yi busy in the main room from the open door, with a faint smile on his lips, he seemed in a good mood .

Zhou Yi looked up at him several times, and he always looked like this. Afraid that he would be bored and bored, she went back to her room and gave him the playbook that she had written overnight before and hadn't had time to sell to make him bored. Turn over from time to time for entertainment.

There are traces of being wet by the rain on the playbook, the pages are wrinkled, and the ink inside is a little melted, but it doesn't affect the reading. The superb style of the pavilion is also pleasing to the eye in Xia Jing's eyes.

The name of this play is "Saving the Red Dust", and the author...huh?Is the author a "gentleman in Lanzhong"?

Fumbling thoughtfully with his fingertips for the words "Lanzhong Gentleman" in the lower right corner of the title page, Xia Jing suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "I didn't know that all the fans of Man Dasheng opera singers are curious about the Lanzhong Gentleman who wants to see the true face of Lushan Mountain." I am your Zhou University scholar?"

Zhou Yi didn't hide it from him, and said casually: "I just write a few random strokes when I have nothing to do, just kidding."

What kind of "write a few random strokes" is this? You must know that in today's Dasheng Liyuan, the writers of dramas are regarded as the second, and no one dares to recognize the first.

However, if this person is really Zhou Yi, there is nothing to be surprised about, because this person is recognized as the well-deserved No. [-] talent in Dasheng!

In fact, Xia Jing also likes to sing a few words in private. He has a very good figure, a handsome face, and a clear voice. Even the person above him who praised him for his appearance in Tsing Yi is unmatched, and he loves him very much. The soft language between the chanting oh.Just considering his image as a first-rank official, he seldom appeared on stage in public.

His favorite is the "Mandarin Duck Wrong". When he made an exception on the stage in Yangzhou earlier, he sang a part of "Dragon and Phoenix Bring Prosperity" from this book. It was this play that fascinated Zhou Yi like an idiot. He was so drunk that he didn't know that the tea had been mixed with ingredients, and in the end he fell into Xia Jing's tricks and made a big mistake, which led to today's dilemma.

For a while, Xia Jing was fascinated by reading "Save the Red Dust", which was soaked in rain and the paper was crumpled, until the booklet in his hand was pulled away by a big hand, and a familiar voice rang in his ears.