Chapter 13:

The snow in the Northland stretched for several days. When Xian Sheng saw the appearance of the snow three feet thick, he was eager to try to go out to play with snow, but he was severely stopped because of fever and cold.
Once again locked in the house, Xian Sheng didn't show up on the face, but his mood fell with naked eyes.
The doors and windows were blocked, Xian Sheng was dull, and his nose was blocked. He had a lung disease. Now he coughs for a while, and his chest is slightly hurt. He is lying on the bed and can only breathe with his mouth.
Zhan Zhen invited a doctor and prescribed a prescription. He didn't get better after drinking for two days.
The matter soon spread throughout the royal family, and the people heard it and heard a lot of discussion.
At the end of Xiu Mu, Zhan Zhen had to go to the military camp. On the way back from the horseback ride, the snow-capped city was still lively. He stopped and looked left and right to buy a soup dip.
He stepped back on the horse and left, but a young man suddenly came out on the corner. He looked at Zhan Zhen's back, and his eyes were cold.
He said sideways: "I heard that Princess Xiansheng fell ill again, I was afraid that Cuju on ice would not come out."
"There will be a way."
"... Now many people are spreading, she can not support the first winter in the Northland."
The killing intent appeared in the man's eyes, and the person beside him squinted, respectfully said: "But the subordinate believes that Princess Jiren has his own appearance, and will definitely wait until the city owner picks her up."
In the mansion, Xian Sheng was leaning against the window reading a book, with a brazier beside him, and he heard Ruyi's intent: "Prince is back."
He immediately lost his mind.
Zhan Zhen always brings food for him when he comes back in the past two days. His appetite is not good, but some rare gadgets can always cause appetite. When I think of it, the saliva will run down. When Zhan Zhen left this morning, he was special Remind him to come back and bring himself the biscuits he ate yesterday.
The biscuits can still be dipped in the soup together, so it won't be so dry, but the soup will not be hot in a moment, so it's still very crispy, with the soup in it, it's delicious.
When Zhan Zhen walked in, Xian Sheng had sat down on the table obediently, and his eyes looked like kittens and puppies waiting to be fed.
Zhan Zhen took the soup from the food box, put it on the pot of the small stove, heated it, and handed him the biscuits covering his chest from his arms. He said, "Three years later, the Cuju on ice will be held. If it’s not good, you can’t join in the fun.

The hot soup was served, Xian Sheng tossed the biscuits into it, with some dissatisfaction said: "I will be well."
He used chopsticks to press the biscuits in the soup, and cooked all the biscuits. He quickly ate the whole body hot, and looked up tentatively, but he saw that Zhanzhen was no longer in the house.
In the past, there was an elder brother at home with him, but now it is true that no one will find him except Zhan Zhen.
He was not annoying, got up and came to the small couch, where Zhanzhen slept at night, and he was his seat in the daytime. Through the window, the sound of snow outside could be heard, sometimes rustling, sometimes rustling, heaven The birds will bark when it's clear, but it's quite pleasant.
I don’t know how long it took. The window was suddenly knocked by someone. He twisted his face, and the voice of Tuk Tuk came again. Xian Sheng hesitated for a moment and reached out the window. There was no one outside, but the courtyard stood abruptly. An unpretentious snowman, a fat and chubby belly, two dark eyes, and a Zhanzhen red windbreaker on top, gave birth to a bit of bravery.
Suddenly realizing something, Xian Sheng smiled and hurriedly looked for Zhan Zhen's figure. He didn't see it on the left and right. He immediately grabbed the window and reached out of his head. Zhan Zhen was hiding against the wall and hiding on one side. Pressed him back: "Where is there like a princess of the country."
Xian Sheng fell back on the couch, and Xin Dao was not a princess. He lay on the window and asked, "Don't you let me open the window?"
"The wind is small today, you can open it for a while." Zhan Zhen looked at his smiling face and suddenly asked, "Did Princess Guishui ever leave?"
Suddenly the topic jumped, Xian Sheng said: "You promised to wait for my willingness... And I am still sick, coughing."
As if to prove that he coughed again, Zhan Zhen looked at him with a smile, then opened his arms and snapped the window closed.
Xiansheng: "..."
Zhan Zhen walked in from the front door and sat on the couch to hug him. Xian Sheng dangled his eyelashes and squeezed his face. "Lonely feels wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"If the orphan keeps keeping the contract, wouldn't you be able to stay ill, it would be better to go directly from the orphan and see each other frankly.
"...How can I prolong my illness, you, don't talk nonsense."
Zhan Zhen bowed his head to kiss him, "Lonely, you have been turned around by you for a few days, and you have thought about it, but you found that although you promised to be willing, but it is all false. If you kiss alone, it is better to bite you alone. Xiang, why do you say loneliness?"
"Then..." Xian Sheng grabbed his hand and said nervously: "If you insist on forcing me, what should I do if I don't like you?"
Zhan Zhen raised her lips: "The princess and the orphan are justified couples. When you are married, you should know what obligations you have to perform after marriage. Now, is it forced to be late?"
He was lazy, but his hands were too strong. Xiansheng was not an opponent at all. He tried to gather his legs, curled up, hugged his hands hard, and coughed again: "You, how can you do this, I'm still sick ...You, I really don't like you!"
"It doesn't matter how important it is. If you wear your body, your heart will naturally serve."
Xian Sheng was hurt by his crooked chest, and his head was dull, but he still held his legs tightly, "Zhan Zhen... I'm sick, you can't do this, I will hate you."
"How can a sick person stay sick for so long."
Does Zhan Zhen think he is pretending to be sick? Xian Sheng opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say. "I know His Royal Highness...I'm dissatisfied, I, I will help you... Don't move me, will you?"
He dangled his eyelashes and didn't look at Zhan Zhen's expression, a delicate and pale face, a little tear mole under the corner of his eyes became more and more hooked, Zhan Zhen leaned to his face, his voice hoarse: "Tell me again."
"I help you..." Xian Sheng still didn't look at him, pursed his mouth, "Use, use your hands."
He exchanged a few words for a few days of quietness, but this man was like a wolf, and he had to hang his sweet head, otherwise he would have to take it apart and eat it. Xiansheng could only hang one day.
Zhan Zhen's heart beats like a drum, he hugged Xian Sheng more and more hard, kissed on his cheek, and asked sullenly, "How does the princess know this?"
"...When marrying, there will be a booklet, I, I read it."
"that is it?"
Xian Sheng concealed his true thoughts, and suddenly punched him in the chest, pretending to be ashamed and angry: "Otherwise?"
Zhan Zhen laughed, picked him up suddenly, and strode toward the bed.
Zhan Zhen is not a person.
Xian Sheng was full of anger and anger, but soon became wanting to laugh.
He sat in the bed with Zhan Zhen. In Zhan Zhen's indifferent line of sight, he silently lowered his head, his expression was quiet, and he didn't dare to laugh.
Zhan Zhensheng was tall, and Xiao Zhanzhen was also quite upright. When he first saw him, he thought that he was only afraid of ‘never dies’ today, but he never expected that it would be gone when he encountered it.
Zhan Zhen was certainly more embarrassed than him, so Xian Sheng shrank silently, not daring to let him see the clues. He is now a woman, a big girl with yellow flowers, how can he understand what a man's "trigger" means, what he wants to show Simple and naive, but a bit pretentious like that, but also want to laugh at him, but think of his temperament, fearing that he will be angry and back, so silence is the best choice at this moment.
He didn't move, Zhan Zhen thought he didn't understand, but at this moment his blood was cold, he calmly packed himself, got out of bed and went out.
However, the same hands and feet.
In the past, there is only one layer left to act.
Xian Sheng wiped his hands and laughed silently in the bed curtain for a while. He coughed hard, ordered someone to bring water, and cleaned himself. He lay back on the bed, thinking of the scene just before, and wanted to laugh a little.
Zhan Zhen did not come back in the evening. He heard Ruyi saying that he was dealing with military affairs in the study. Xian Sheng sat at the table and said, "Go and call him to eat."
At this moment, Zhan Zhen was at a loss because of embarrassment, and he had a short time to think about having with him. It was the right time for him to show his good taste. He had to try his best to let this wolf-eaten wolf try the taste of vegetarian food. If you want to squeeze Zhan Zhen without a house, you have to make him think that the way of getting along is worth advocating.
Unsurprisingly, Zhan Zhen refused, and told Cheng Ruyi seriously: "The lone military is busy, let the princess rest early."
In this sense, it is estimated that they are not prepared to return tonight.
At this moment, he insisted on looking too deliberately. Xiansheng ate something, drank medicine, and slept comfortably.
On the second day, Ruyi came to tell him: "Your Highness slept in the study last night and went to the military camp early in the morning."
Xian Sheng knows what ‘single touch’ means for men, especially for people like Zhan Zhen who can’t think highly of themselves for a lifetime. Even if Xian Sheng doesn’t understand anything in his eyes, he can close himself for a few days.
Xiansheng eats and drinks well. After a nap, he played chess for a while. At night, Zhan Zhen returned.
Did not come to him, went directly to the study.
Xian Sheng thought a little, Zhan Zhen was autistic. At this time, unless he actively seduced himself, he would never get a counterattack. This is the best time to lead a vegetarian. He made the meal, he simply cleaned it up, put on a wide cloak, and walked out of the inner room.
There was wind in the corridor, and Xiansheng's footsteps accelerated slightly. When he reached the place, he didn't let the guards communicate, so he took the plate and walked in.
He was so beautiful that he only deliberately dressed up, even if he was sick, it was also dignified and gentle, and the elegant thing was unexpected.
When Zhanzhen saw him come in, he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"Bring you something to eat." Xian Sheng gently lowered the tray and asked, "Tonight... are you still busy?"
"Well." Zhan Zhen opened the fold, and looked at it seriously, his heart bewildered: "Go back, don't freeze it."
Xian Sheng didn't move. He dangled his eyelashes. His extremely beautiful face was faintly sad. Zhan Zhen couldn't help but glance at him and asked, "Something to say?"
"Did I... irritate your Highness?"
"No." Zhan Zhen raised his eyebrows: "How come that?"
"You used to visit me a lot, but now you suddenly see no one for two days. I thought I was doing something wrong..."
His eyes were too simple, as if he didn’t know that Zhan Zhen was autistic, even though Zhan Zhen was depressed, but he didn’t feel anything wrong with his care. He said nothing for a moment, saying, "It’s not your fault, go back and rest. ."
"Then... Did Xiang Gong go back to bed tonight?"
"What's your name?"
"Xiang, Xianggong."
"..." The words used to tease him were shouted like this, and Zhanzhen's throat choked slightly, saying for a moment: "Go back."
The author has something to say: Sheng Sheng: Is Plato not fragrant?
A little bit: Meat is the best match.