Ch. 6 - Xiao Nong: Put on your clothes!

Uncle Wang hadn't talked about flowers and plants with anyone for a long time. He took Zhong Yansheng and chatted for a long time before letting him go with satisfaction.Xiao Nong raised his eyebrows, and it was certain that Uncle Wang really liked Zhong Yansheng.

Yesterday, Uncle Wang came back and found that his precious flower bush had been smashed. He was so distressed that he even took out the knife.

Zhong Yansheng had just apologized heavily to Uncle Wang for destroying the flowers. The old man was really not angry at all, and even took the initiative to pick his most precious flower and give it to Zhong Yansheng.

On weekdays, no one dares to pick Uncle Wang's flowers randomly.

Zhong Yansheng put the flower seeds given by Uncle Wang into his sleeve pocket, put them away carefully, and talked with Uncle Wang for a long time. He had completely forgotten the fright he had received in the room before. The remaining fear was also suppressed. When he returned to the wheelchair, he handed the flower in full bloom to Xiao Nong. His beautiful and affectionate peach blossom eyes were bent, more brilliant than the flowers in the courtyard: "Brother, for you."

He is quite good at borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha.

The little bird said that he was recommended to come to enjoy the flowers, and ended up chatting happily with Uncle Wang there.

Xiao Nong didn't refuse. He bent his index finger slightly and pressed the armrest of the wheelchair: "Let's go."

He uses medicine on his eyes, and even if he covers his eyes with white gauze to block the light, he cannot stay in a place with too much sunlight for a long time.

The sun was a bit hot, Zhong Yansheng's head was hot from the sun, and his cheeks were slightly red. He turned around and waved goodbye to Uncle Wang, rubbed his fingers, and prepared to continue helping Xiao Nong push the wheelchair.

Seeing his posture, Zhanrong stepped in in time and took over Zhong Yansheng's work.

Zhong Yansheng had just pushed the wheelchair, and the palms of his hands were red and painful from the push. Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed the two of them obediently.

I originally thought I was going back to the small courtyard, but I didn't expect to go to a new room this time.

Zhong Yansheng had some doubts in his heart.

Is this courtyard a bit too big...?

After entering the house, Zhan Rong handed the wheelchair back to Zhong Yansheng and returned to guard the door.

Zhong Yansheng pushed Xiao Nong into the inner room. The room was much cooler and there was a bowl of warm medicine on the table.

Xiao Nong seemed to have expected it. He picked up the bowl of dark medicine, raised his head and drank it without any change in his expression. Then he pushed the wheelchair to the bed and leaned back on the bed.

After drinking the medicine for a while, he felt sore and nauseous. Even he would feel like vomiting if he moved around.

Finding Zhong Yansheng still at the table, looking down at the empty bowl of medicine, Xiao Nong clicked his tongue: "Come here."

Why is he so slow? Has no one taught this little bird to serve others?

Zhong Yansheng came out of his daze, made a sound, and walked to the bed obediently. After his nerves relaxed, he smelled Xiao Nong's scent belatedly.

It was a light sandalwood scent mixed with a bitter medicinal aroma, and the scent was very cold.

He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Nong's legs. He still wanted to ask what happened to his legs and eyes, and whether he would be able to stand up in the future...but he was afraid of offending him and hurting his self-esteem.

I had to shut up again.

Xiao Nong asked him to come over, but he didn't say a word, just half-leaned on the bedside quietly.

After standing motionless in front of the bed for a long time, Zhong Yansheng's calves could no longer hold on and began to tremble with soreness.

He couldn't help but bent down and rubbed his knees. He glanced at Xiao Nong secretly and saw that he didn't seem to have any reaction. After observing him for a moment strangely, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xiao Nong, only to find that his cheap brother was breathing slowly and evenly. Yes...asleep!

Zhong Yansheng: "..."

Did he think there was something wrong with asking me to come over, but he ended up asking me to watch him sleep?

The Marquis of Huai'an always said that he was lazy and slept a lot, but he was not that sleepy.

Zhong Yansheng was a little aggrieved and wanted to shake Xiao Nong awake, but he didn't have the courage.

The spirit relaxed, and the abdominal pain that had been ignored for a long time reappeared. Zhong Yansheng hissed. It was fine when he forgot about it, but when he thought about it, the pain was so severe that he almost didn't dare to breathe, so he had to find a comfortable place. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed holding his knees, resting his chin on his arms, curling up into a ball, ready to wait for Xiao Nong to wake up.

The afternoon sun shines through the window and falls brightly on the ground, reflecting into the eyes. It can easily make people feel sleepy.

Zhong Yansheng had a very uncomfortable sleep last night and couldn't rest well. After watching for a while, listening to the gentle breathing of the person above him, his head moved little by little, curled up beside the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The secret guards outside waited for a long time without hearing any sound, and couldn't help but poked a few heads in from the window: "?"

Asleep? ? ?

Xiao Nong was very sure that he just wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, smelling the breath of the little bird to rest a little.

But he actually fell asleep.

Unconsciously, he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, both the headache and the pain caused by the medicine disappeared, and he felt refreshed.

But when he realized that he had lost consciousness next to an unfamiliar boy, his face suddenly turned ugly. He stood up and grabbed his sword, and turned his sharp eyes to the bedside... and saw nothing.

Lowering his eyes, he discovered a furry black head.

Xiao Nong was speechless for a moment, moved to the bedside, bent down and turned his head to take a look. The young man was leaning on the head of the bed, his head buried in his arms, his breathing was clear and shallow, and he was sleeping soundly.

He shrunk himself into such a small ball, pitiful, as if someone had treated him harshly.

Xiao Nong stared at his soft hair and recalled the feeling of the snow-white bird falling into his palm in the snow-covered mountains.

I don't know who is softer than this child.

Xiao Nong touched his chin and observed for a long time. He was sure that Zhong Yansheng was simply asleep, and felt a little funny.

If this little bird could hide it from him and Uncle Wang at the same time, he would be one of the best in the world.

The gloomy murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded away, Xiao Nong lowered his eyes and glanced at the sword in his hand, then threw it on the bed, and leaned sideways on the bed.

The sound was not loud, but it was very close. Zhong Yansheng trembled and was awakened.

Xiao Nong crossed his arms and waited for his reaction. He didn't move for a long time and raised his eyebrows.

Then a low, hoarse cry of pain was heard.

After sleeping in this awkward position for a whole night, when he woke up, all the bones in his body were rebelling, especially the pain in his abdomen, which became more and more obvious.

Zhong Yansheng's ears were ringing in pain, and he didn't dare to move. He vaguely heard someone talking, and it took a while to hear the voice clearly. His tone was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger: "I told you to stay on the side, how dare you to be lazy?”

Zhong Yansheng was so painful that he held his breath for a while, and his voice was as thin as a gossamer: "Brother... my stomach hurts so much."

The scream was so loud that it made people feel distressed.

Xiao Nong calmly watched the show for a moment. Seeing that he didn't look like he was in pain, he frowned unconsciously: "What's going on?"

The house of gold and jade outside is full of bells and pans, but the ugliness inside is terrifying to hear.

Could it be that this child was poisoned?

Zhong Yansheng's face was pale, and his breathing was ragged. He clung to the bedpost and stood up reluctantly. With trembling fingers, he untied his belt and peeled off the snow-green outer clothes and white inner clothes layer by layer, revealing a waist that was dazzlingly white. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴøvᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Even though his vision was obscured by the hazy gauze, Xiao Nong could still feel the warmth and delicateness of that skin, like translucent and flawless mutton-fat white jade.

His clothes were all taken off. He must have realized something wrong this time, right?

Xiao Nong raised an eyebrow.

Zhong Yansheng didn't look at him at all. He pulled open his inner clothes, gasped and looked down at himself with tears in his eyes.

On the soft lower abdomen, a large and shocking bruise appeared at some point. It was black and purple, and was extremely miserable and dazzling against the snow-white skin.

Xiao Nong: "..."

It turns out it was not poisoning or pretending to be in pain.

Was it caused by severe beatings?

Zhong Yansheng couldn't help but gasp in pain, feeling helpless and confused: "It seems that I was injured when I fell off the wall yesterday, but it wasn't green at the time."

Xiao Nong was silent again.

If you bump into someone, that's a big deal.

He's very delicate, so it's not a big deal if he doesn't lose his arms and legs.

He pinched the center of his eyebrows hard and saw that Zhong Yansheng's face was pale, and he was so frightened by the bruises that he didn't dare to breathe. Furthermore, he silently took out a green round bottle from the secret compartment beside the bed and threw it away. .

Zhong Yansheng didn't react. He was hit hard by the round bottle and raised his head blankly.

Before Xiao Nong could say that he was slow to react, he saw Zhong Yansheng's eyes widened slightly, and his eyes were round, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and its fur exploded. He looked at him in disbelief, his lips moved and then closed. He looked like he was angry but didn't dare to say anything. His eyes were filled with, "I'm in so much pain, and you're still throwing things at me!"

Xiao Nong felt that his head started to hurt again.

He closed his eyes, took a breath, and said patiently, "Medicine."

Zhong Yansheng dully looked down at the round bottle that fell on the carpet. He realized that he had misunderstood. He was a little embarrassed and said obediently: "Thank you, brother."

Xiao Nong hummed indifferently.

The secret guards hanging on the eaves outside, always paying attention to the movements inside the house: "..."

None of this was hacked to death?

None of this was hacked to death!

Zhong Yansheng is a person who is very intolerant to pain. Others can bear seven points of pain, but he can only bear three points. He slowly bent down to pick up the round bottle, then straightened up slowly, handling it gently for himself.

Watching him pull out the bottle cork slowly, and didn't dare to exert force because of stomach pain, Xiao Nong grinned and saw him pulling it out a few times, but couldn't pull it away. He took a rest and then worked hard to pull it out again.

Xiao Nong almost laughed.

He did not extend a helping hand, but instead held his hand and watched with interest. He saw that Zhong Yansheng had finally pulled it away, and his fingers were stained with milky white ointment. When he was about to touch the bruise, his fingertips trembled again, and there was something... It seemed like there was no resistance, and it took him quite a long time without encountering it.

Masters who repair precious porcelain are not so careful.

Xiao Nong had never seen such a nagging person in his life. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He pressed Zhong Yansheng's wrist, took his hand, and pressed it down mercilessly.

Zhong Yansheng hissed because of the bruised pain of his fingers being forcibly touched, and also because of the hand that touched him.

It was the same as the breath he felt. It was too cold, almost like the ice in the icehouse, and it made him shiver.

There was a warmth completely different from my own in the palm of my hand. The wrist bone I held was so lonely that it was still enough to wrap around it. It was so thin that it seemed like it would break if I bent it lightly.

Xiao Nong paused for a moment and quickly let go.

...It was as warm as the little tit that jumped into his hand, and also as soft and fragile.

When he looked up, Zhong Yansheng looked worried: "Brother, your hands are so cold. Are you sick?"

The handsome-looking young man's eyes were sincere, and he stared at him without blinking, as if he really cared about his body.

After looking at each other for a moment through the gauze, Xiao Nong lazily leaned back on the bed and said, "Apply your medicine."

Zhong Yansheng obediently lowered his head and continued to apply the medicine. After applying the medicine for the first time, he gained some courage, and the rest became much smoother.

The dazzling light was filtered through the thin white gauze, giving Zhong Yansheng in Xiao Nong's eyes a layer of holy halo.

A green boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a little greenness still remaining between his handsome and beautiful brows. His fingertips were even slightly pink, with milky white plaster on them, and he was gently sweeping them back and forth on his tight, snow-white belly. The picture was really real. Yes...can't look at it more.

Xiao Nong looked away, and his tone suddenly became unkind: "Hurry up and get out of here."

Zhong Yansheng was confused by his uncertainty, so he made a muffled noise, wiped it randomly a few times, and reached out to return the round bottle. Xiao Nong made another gesture - this time Zhong Yansheng understood. It means you don't have to give him back.

As expected, my brother was not as difficult to get along with as he appeared, so he was specially given medicine!

Does this count as their relationship getting closer?

Zhong Yansheng's heart suddenly became enlightened, and the last bit of fear dissipated. He smiled brightly, like a spoonful of sweet honey. He didn't care about Xiao Nong's indifference and cruelty: "Thank you, brother, I will bring some snacks tomorrow and give it to you!”

After saying that, he was worried about Xiao Nong's rejection, but he still remembered the order to exclude guests. He put away the medicine bottle and wanted to go out as soon as possible. He didn't even have time to tidy up his untied robes.

What kind of snacks are there? Who cares about a few broken snacks? Xiao Nong couldn't bear it anymore: "Put on your clothes!"