Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

"Drink a spoonful of medicine, drink a spoonful of honey."

[Meow, Yue Zai, Cen Huai's reward has been exposed, and Gu Quer has ordered people to prepare horses to come to Yuzhou. 】

【So fast?He left Hengdu and came here, what about political affairs? 】

[Princess Minde supervises the country. 】

【Oh……】

Hearing his fluttering voice, Xiao Ke immediately became a little nervous.

[What's the matter, Yue Zai, are you feeling unwell? 】

[A little bit. 】

Wei Hanyue was really weak, not because of any specific illness, but because all the functions of his body were being hindered, and his whole body was paper-like and unable to bear the torture.

If there is no disease, naturally there is no way to prescribe the right medicine. Gu Quer sent the precious medicinal materials from the Imperial Hospital into the Temple of Picking the Moon like water, but it could only hang his life.

It happened that he didn't care about it himself, and when the pain was over, he left it behind, playing with drowning, lying by the river with wet hair, and walking a few miles in the hot summer to watch the wheat harvesting... He was not counted as an untimely death Life is big.

Xiao Ke couldn't bear to scold him, the whole cat was in a panic, and suddenly heard the courtyard door open, jumped out of bed and ran towards Cen Huaichou who was going home, screaming "meow meow meow" non-stop.

Cen Huaichou's eyelids twitched, he hastily put down the things in his arms, big and small, and entered the bedroom in three steps at a time.

Wei Hanyue was lying on the pillow, his thick black hair scattered around his side like running water, his eyes were closed tightly, his face and lips were almost ashen-pale, with a description of exhaling more air and less inhaling.

Cen Huaichou's heart was tightened, and he hurriedly touched his veins with three fingers. Wei Hanyue seemed to be very reluctant to be touched by others, his slender wrists trembled, and he wanted to withdraw his hands with a soft snort.

Cen Huaichou pinned him down quickly, stroking the top of his hair to comfort him, while feeling his pulse quietly.

Cen Huaichou originally didn't expect him to be able to diagnose a goblin's pulse, but...

This is not a demon, he is clearly a real person...

And it is a person who is deficient in both qi and blood, sick and bones... There is no one who can live well for a few years.

Cen Huaichou said "offend" in a low voice, reached out and touched Wei Hanyue's waist and abdomen through his shirt, and sure enough, his stomach felt cool, and his thin muscles stiffened.

There was a bitterness in his throat, but the situation was too critical to think carefully, he closed his eyes, let go of Wei Hanyue's wrist, and ran towards the upper reaches of the Xiaotong River in the night.

Cen Langzhong's former residence has always been a taboo in Xiaotong Village, the haunted house where people have died so tragically, even passing by during the daytime has to detour.

But Cen Huaishou, as the person involved, broke the lock and broke in in the dead of night without the slightest sign of fear.

He knew that there was a small box in the deepest part of the box in Mr. Cen's bedroom, which contained a thousand-year-old blood ginseng.

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Three coins of blood ginseng, wrinkled wrinkle, 菀蒬, xiong, calamus, Atractylodes macrocephala, Angelica dahurica, and dried tangerine peel were put into the medicine pot to decoct water. Cen Huaichou sat by the medicine stove with a small cattail fan in his hand and waited.

He couldn't let Wei Hanyue go in his heart, so he finally got through the end, and rushed into the house with a medicine bowl in his hand.

As soon as Wei Hanyue smelled the familiar smell of medicine, he subconsciously tried to avoid it, but Cen Huaichou pinched the back of his neck.

The back of his neck is sensitive, and as soon as the young man put his palm on it, the skin around him immediately turned peachy.

Wei Hanyue was half asleep and half awake, thinking he was still in Luojinlou, but when he opened his eyes and saw a familiar face, he was sure that the person in front of him was Gu Quer, after all, he had the same habit of touching the back of his neck when he refused to take medicine.

He felt wronged, and complained in a low voice: "Gu Quer, why don't you coax me?"

Cen Huaichou's hand holding the medicine bowl froze in place, thinking that he had an auditory hallucination... Otherwise, how could he have heard Jinshang's name from Wei Hanyue's mouth?

After settling his mind, he asked in a low voice, "How can I coax you?"

Wei Hanyue thought he was so stupid, so he answered him confidently and aggressively.

——"Kiss me."

Cen Huaichou was so shocked that he didn't know how to react. Seeing that Wei Hanyue was about to run away again, he quickly leaned over and pressed his lips gently on the center of his brow.

Xiao Ke, who watched the whole process: "..."

It almost screamed: "Meow ow ow!"

[Yingzai, wake up, he is Cen Huai, not Gu Quer! 】

Wei Hanyue: "..."

The porcelain spoon had already been brought to his lips, he pretended to be calm and took a sip, and the next moment he wrinkled his face in bitterness.

The smell of the medicine was so strong that it rushed to the temple, he endured it for a while, and finally lay down on the edge of the bed and coughed violently, so startled that Cen Huaichou hurriedly put down the bowl to let him breathe.

A sharp cough made Wei Hanyue's unconscious head even more dizzy.

Cen Huaichou wiped away the tears from the end of his eyes with his fingertips, Wei Hanyue couldn't exert any strength, but pushed the young man's hand softly, protesting silently.

A spoonful of sweet and delicate liquid was suddenly stuffed into his mouth, Wei Hanyue was silent, and after swallowing, he couldn't help asking: "What do you want me to drink?"

"Purple vetch honey." After Cen Huaichou finished his answer, he fed him another half spoonful.

Hengdu naturally also has nectar, but most of it has been resold after four or five ways, and it is not as fresh as the fresh one that Cen Huaichou bought directly from the beekeeper. Drink a spoonful of honey."

Wei Hanyue fought for a moment between heaven and man, and fought for it: "One spoonful, two spoonfuls."

"it is good."

After struggling to feed the medicine all night, Cen Huaichou probed his stomach again, and found that he was still cold, so he put his right hand on his stomach to warm him, and stroked his satiny black hair with his left hand.

The young man was strong and healthy, and his palms were burning hot. The coldness on Wei Hanyue's body gradually subsided, and Cen Huai was well-versed in medical science, with moderate strength. He occasionally brushed over a few acupuncture points on his head, making him feel dizzy for a while. sleepy.

Seeing him sleeping again, Cen Huaichou let go of his hand.

With Wei Hanyue's fragile stomach, he couldn't eat the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed new chestnut powder cake he bought from the market, so Cen Huaichou quietly got out of bed and prepared to go to the kitchen to make porridge for him.

Xiao Ke: "..."

There is no difference between Cen Huaichou's method and Wei Hanyue's method.

Mr. Wei is actually a kitten, right?Yes, yes!

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As soon as Cen Huaichou entered the courtyard, he heard a knock on the door. He frowned slightly. When he opened the door, he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl standing outside holding a fir food box.

Cen Huaichou: "..."

He naturally knew that the other party was not looking for him. After all, the villagers avoided him, not to mention that the person in front of him turned pale with fright when he glanced at him.

Before Cen Huaichou asked her why she came, she heard her timidly asking: "Is brother Ah Yue there? I... my mother asked me to bring him porridge. It's just cooked...it's still hot."

Cen Huaichou: "..."

He firmly refused, "He's still sleeping."

The little girl's disappointment was all on the surface, but a small black ball like lightning suddenly jumped out of the back room, circled her twice, and "meowed" again, biting the corner of her skirt and pulling it in.

She recognized that it was the little pet on Wei Hanyue's shoulder yesterday, and she became overjoyed for a moment, and tentatively said to Cen Huai, "It invited me in."

Cen Huaichou: "..."

The squeamish Mr. Wei actually woke up less than half an hour after Cen Huaichou's hand left his stomach, and heard Xiao Ke said that someone was looking for him outside, so he sent a cat envoy to greet him.

Although Dazhou didn't pay much attention to the defense of men and women, it was not respectable for unmarried men and women to enter each other's bedrooms. However, as the saying goes, "Don't be polite to ordinary people", Xiaotong Village didn't care about these red tapes. Weilu also makes...

So Mr. Wei just struggled to sit up and put on his coat.

When the little girl opened the door and entered, she saw a picture of a sick and haggard beauty sitting on a pillow.

Wei Hanyue remembered her, and whispered softly, "Miss Ayuan."

A Yuan's rouged cheeks became even more rosy, and she replied shyly, "Brother Ah Yue."

Cen Huaichou: "..."

Wei Hanyue was sick, and A Yuan couldn't stay for a long time, so she opened the food box and put the porridge on the small stone table and said, "This is corn porridge made by my aunt. My brother is sick, and drinking porridge is also good for recovery."

Wei Hanyue nodded and said, "I thanked your mother for me, and I'll trouble you to make a trip."

A Yuan hurriedly said that she didn't bother, and after saying goodbye, she blushed and left with her newly cut skirt.

Cen Huaichou: "..."

Now that there is ready-made porridge, there is no need for him to cook porridge. Wei Hanyue said a few words and was a little exhausted, so he leaned on Cen Huaichou's shoulder and was served by him to feed the porridge.

A Yuan's mother's handicrafts are much better than that of Cen Huaichou, Wei Han read the stomach and intestines and recovered a little, and asked Cen Huaichou softly: "Have you bought the pipa?"

"Well," Cen Huaichou helped him sit down, opened the piano case that was left at the end of the bed before, took out the rosewood lute, and said anxiously, "Look at it, can it still catch your eyes?"

Naturally, this pipa is not comparable to the fluted pipa that Wei Hanyue played in the past, but the head of the pipa is full, the head flowers are plump, the threads of the pipa are smooth, and the taste and appearance are smooth, so it is still a good product to look at.

He didn't use the piano plectrum, he picked up the pipa and wanted to play it. Seeing that Cen Huaichou was still standing beside the bed, he unceremoniously chased away the guests and said, "I'm not used to having people around when I play the pipa."

Cen Huaichou said, "Then I won't bother you anymore. You are not in good health yet, so don't play for too long."

Wei Hanyue's pipa sounded "Zheng", and Cen Huaichou hurriedly strode out, but when he arrived in the courtyard, he was at a loss as to what to do.

It was impossible for him to leave Wei Hanyue and go to the wheat field alone. After thinking about it, he filled a pot of rice bran and headed towards the acre of ripe field in the east of the courtyard.

Several chicken coops were built on the edge of the field, and Cen Huaichou scattered the rice bran on the edge of the chicken coops, but his thoughts were still firmly tied to Wei Hanyue.

Wei Hanyue's skin is clear and delicate, only the pads of his ten fingers have thin calluses, probably because of playing the pipa.

The sound of the pipa like falling beads on a jade plate came from afar. Cen Huaichou didn't know that Wei Han was reading "Huaiyin Pingchu" with the section "Chui Da" removed. Such an intense and fast song.

The chickens in the nest were flapping their wings anxiously while eating the bran, and Cen Huaichou's heart was beating violently with Wei Hanyue's bullet.

When the music came to "Ambush", it was obviously more relaxed than before, but Cen Huaichou could only feel the strings wrapped around his heart, turning him into the overlord of Western Chu who was ambushed on all sides in the history books. It doesn't need thousands of troops, these few silk threads are enough to defeat him across the board.

Golden drums, arrows and crossbows, men and horses fighting for change, the sound moved the world, besieged on all sides, the hero committed suicide... Finally, the sound of "Zheng" ended the song.

Cen Huaichou's internal organs were hot and sweating profusely, and he raised his hand to press his chest cavity, which was boiling like a fire, and the boy closed his eyes deeply, panting rapidly as if he was dying in Gaixia.

Wei Hanyue only used a piece of pipa to make his heart flustered, and he never realized more clearly than now...that he was completely trapped in this weak, delicate and beautiful, but unknown, lying In the palm of the person who read the book.

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Wei Hanyue was also exhausted after playing, his fingertips were so hot that he felt uncomfortable, so he put down the pipa and bowed his waist, buried his head in his knees to rest.

[Reading cubs, the progress bar is 60%! 】

Wei Hanyue was really surprised when he heard the words: he just played a battle song, without any sentimental tunes, can this also teach Cen Huai how to make a boy feel happy?

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The kindness of the villagers was hard to resist, and Wei Hanyue had almost tasted the craftsmanship of every cooker in March, but Cen Huai protected him like a calf, which made the families who had intended to get married had to rest thought.

Cen Huaichou accidentally heard someone comment that Wei Hanyue and him were "sinking in gold and jade", and he was not sullen, on the contrary he took it seriously.

Wei Hanyue, who suddenly came to Xiaotong Village, was like a gift from heaven, and Cen Huaichou fell in love with him quickly almost as if by fate. It is enough to meet each other day and night, how dare you ask for anything else?

However, in the final analysis, living in the poor and simple Xiaotong Village has limited experience, every family works day in and day out, and the only entertainment other than farming is to occasionally go to town.

Given Wei Hanyue's physique, walking more than a dozen miles of mountain roads would be like sending him to reincarnation, so the longer Young Master Wei stayed in Xiaotong Village, the more unhappy he would feel.

Seeing this, Cen Huaichou was anxious in his heart, and tried to find some new things to please him in different ways. He also improved his cooking skills day by day. The hands who usually tended the crops and herbs uncharacteristically set up a fence around the courtyard to plant flowers, but After all, it is a drop in the bucket.

Feed Mr. Wei, who never tires of fine food and delicate food, simple tea and light food. One meal or two is fresh, but it will be torture for a long time.

He doesn't want delicacies from mountains and seas, but the most important thing is delicacy, and this is what Cen Huaifu lacks the most. Gu Qu'er has worked hard for four years before he can barely satisfy him, and Cen Huaifu is even more restrained due to the limitation of ingredients.

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No matter how long the hot summer is, it will eventually end. The westerly wind is blowing, and the most difficult autumn and winter every year for Weimei, who is afraid of the cold, is coming.

His energy is getting worse day by day, the heat has not subsided during the day, he is still a little bit alive, but the temperature difference between day and night is large, the deeper the night, the colder the bone, even if the quilt is tightly covered, it will not help.

Cen Huai paid Wei Hanyue with food therapy and warming every day, and burned charcoal in the early autumn night, hugging the beauty with cold hands and feet tightly at night, trying to teach him to warm up all the time, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

He finally understood how Wei Hanyue could not shed a drop of sweat under the scorching sun—his body was cold to the bone, nothing more than that.

He didn't dare to be pessimistic, and went to the town more and more frequently, planning to open a pharmacy for consultation, and take Wei Hanyue out of Xiaotong Village before the winter came.

On this day, Cen Huaichou went to the town again to negotiate with people, preparing to sell the small shop he had fancy before. After the negotiation, he took the land deed and house deed and hurried to Xiaotong Village briskly, planning to finish the decoration as soon as possible. Recruit another guy, and look forward to sharing the good news with Wei Hanyue.

However, when he walked along the Xiaotong River to the front of his house, he saw a man in the courtyard standing with his back facing him, wearing a flying fish suit, with a knife on his waist, and soap boots on his feet.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the other party turned around, and when they saw Cen Huaichou's appearance, their originally indifferent eyes suddenly trembled.

Cen Huaichou didn't care about making trouble, so he rushed into the inner room first, and saw Wei Hanyue sitting barefoot by the side of the couch, covered with a snow-colored crane cloak, and a man with a golden crown and hair in a turquoise brocade robe kneeling on one knee. In front of him, Wei Hanyue was given a pair of soft suede boots to put on, while the pair of velvet boots that Cen Huaichou had kept in his own hands were left aside indifferently, looking extremely gloomy and gray.

Cen Huaichou tore his gaze away from Wei Hanyue's body with difficulty, and then slowly moved to the man's face, who happened to be looking at him too.

The two faces carved out of almost the same mold face each other, almost making people wonder if there is a mirror missing.

The author says:

Remember this "Huaiyin Pingchu" will test hhh in the future