Chapter 11:

I don’t know if it’s because his sentence is too pitiful. Zhan Zhen always calmed down. He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt on Xiansheng, letting his voice go down:
Don’t bully you, go to sleep.

Xian Sheng was really tired, but Zhan Zhen was the prince of a country, and he would never go back on his own. He was cranky and quickly blurred his consciousness under Zhan Zhen's eyelids.
Dimly, Zhan Zhen sat for a while, then stood up. He put down the bed towel and flicked the cloth to watch him, until he let go and the bed fell, Xian Sheng completely entered the dark dreamland.
This sleep was not stable, he dreamed that he was asleep, Zhan Zhen crawled up quietly, and then found his identity, slap in the face, he was awakened from the dream, helpless. He pulled his hair out and knelt down in the ice and snow.
Zhan Zhen also splashed oil on him to burn him alive.
In the dream, Zhan Zhen hated him so much, Xian Sheng woke up suddenly, but found that the man was sitting beside him, frowning.
"Your Highness..." He felt that his forehead was covered with a handkerchief, and he watched as Zhanzhen reached out and took it off. He took the new one from the side of the maid, and understood what he knew.
"You have a fever." Zhan Zhen said: "It has been burning for a day and night, and it will be dawn."
Xian Sheng noticed that there seemed to be another stove in the house, and Zhan Zhen only wore a thin gown, which he thought took off because of heat, but even so, his forehead was still sweaty.
"Are you... not sleeping?"
"How can you sleep alone like this?" Zhan Zhen took a bowl from behind and said, "Drink this bowl of medicine and drink it in one breath. It's a bit bitter."
Xiansheng's arms were weak and he sat up with his arms around his waist. The man carried the bowl and fed it to his mouth. Xiansheng stretched out his hands to support the bottom of the bowl subconsciously and drank it all in one breath with a wrinkled face. Disgusted, his face paled a bit.
He leaned back in Zhanzhen's arms in tears, but suddenly a jam was stuffed in his mouth.
Xian Sheng said weakly: "Thank you."
"You have been thanking you today." Zhan Zhen wiped his mouth and put the person down again, saying: "There is a dormant medicine in the prescription, sleep for a while."
He let everyone back down, walked to Xiaotan again and lay down, Xian Sheng lying on the bed, looked at him silently for a while, his voice was very low: "Did you regret it?"
Zhan Zhen folded his hands behind his head and looked at him at a distance of a few feet, asking: "What regret?"
"My health is so bad...I'm not sure, I can't survive the first winter in the Northland."
Zhan Zhen said: "The country of Liang will not stay next winter."
"you……!"
"Lonely do not lose money." Zhan Zhen interrupted him, withdrew his eyes and closed his eyes: "Lone knows what idea you are fighting, you want to die, but you still want to lone you Liang Guoping, but you listen Clearly, if you don’t get what you want, you won’t get it."
Xian Sheng glared at him for a moment, his eyes widened, and he had to close and rest.
Zhan Zhen's voice sounded again in the empty room: "If you want Liang Guo to be unharmed, just live alive."
Xiansheng fell asleep.
With this consciousness, he dreamed that he was riding on Zhan Zhen, hitting him with a swollen nose and a swollen face, and stitched the pesky mouth with a needle.
Xian Sheng was more angry than he had in his life. When he woke up, Zhan Zhen was beside his bed again, leaned over and scrutinized: "It looks a little more energetic, is there any place?" Uncomfortable?"
With such concern, Xian Sheng's overnight anger suddenly disappeared. He pursed his lips and said, "Hungry."
Zhan Zhen reached out and picked him up and came to the table.
There were some meals on the table, with meat and vegetables. It was very beautiful, but the taste was very light. There was no taste in his mouth. A spoonful of lotus lotus porridge was swallowed in several mouths, and he had no appetite at all.
His face was pale, his eyebrows were a little sick, and he couldn't linger. Zhan Zhen frowned again, and said, "I will order someone else to do something else, what do you want to eat?"
"No need." Xian Sheng shook his head, any other doctor would not let him eat.
He was happily brought back to bed. Soon, someone served sweet and sour pork ribs. Zhan Zhen ordered someone to put it on the bedside plan and stood up and asked him, "What about this?"
A strong scent came across, Xian Sheng swallowed droolingly, and his eyes couldn't help but put on the attractive ribs: "I... my mother said that she should not eat these, which is bad for your health."
"You are married now, and should be managed by your husband." Zhan Zhen said: "Let you eat alone."
Xian Sheng subconsciously went to see Yuehua, who had frowned and shook his head gently.
Xian Sheng lowered his eyelashes, but Zhan Zhen suddenly glanced over and shouted, "Go out."
Yuehua and Ruyi bowed back, and Zhan Zhen looked at Xiansheng again: "Eat occasionally, it won't hurt."
He personally delivered it to Xian Sheng's mouth and coaxed: "Ah-"
The taste was too tempting, Xian Sheng couldn't hold it back, and bit his mouth open. The sweet and sour sauce and the deep-fried pork ribs blended at the tip of the tongue, and Xian Sheng's eyes lit up immediately.
The corner of Zhanzhen's mouth slightly raised and asked softly, "Is it a bit sour?"
Xiansheng raised his cheeks, shook his head, his appetite was hooked, he was eating, and someone brought the same ginseng lotus root soup, and with the ribs open, he also drank a bowl of light soup, casually Two vegetarian dishes were served in succession. Although they were vegetarian, they were fried in meat oil. They were completely different from those cooked, so I ate two more.
Xian Sheng couldn't help smiling at him, somewhat satisfied, and a little embarrassed: "full."
The next man put the things away, Zhan Zhen wiped the corners of his mouth, said: "It's snowing outside, do you want to go out and see?"
"Is it?" Xian Sheng only got his benefits. At this time, he was in a good mood, and he had more words: "Most of them rarely snow, but they just fell, and usually disappeared as soon as they landed. I heard that I went to Beijing When the snow is thick, can it be as tall as half a person, is it true?"
"Last night, the snow was about a foot deep, but it looks like it should be down for another two days."
Xiansheng said: "I want to go out and see."
In most cities, once winter enters, Xiansheng will be closed in the house, the doors and windows are closed, and there are only incense and bitter medicine in the room. He was ten years old, and he only heard others say that snow was white, but he had never seen it. Later, he opened the window secretly, but he became ill for a few days.
In the past seventeen years, the number of seeing snow is rare.
Zhan Zhen fetched clothes for him to put on, and then wrapped him tightly with Daclo, and finally covered him with a wide hat attached to Dalu, saying, "No need to dress up anyway. ."
Xian Sheng smiled again.
His eyebrows were curved, and a face was so beautiful that Zhan Zhen's hand came in from the brim and touched his face. His fingertips were warm: "You are so beautiful."
"..." Xian Sheng's smile converged, and his scalp was tingling, embarrassed and complicated. He lowered his head, but Zhan Zhen thought he was shy. He couldn't help but he ordered someone to hand the furnace to Xian Sheng's arms and took him out.
The Prince's Mansion has a high threshold and high walls. Zhan Zhen did not take him out of the main entrance, but went to the backyard corridor. Here, against the wind, Xian Sheng saw a proud blooming plum, with thick snow on it. The branches are pressed very crookedly, but the plum blossoms blooming faintly are abruptly gorgeous in a snowy white.
He looked at the thick snow in front of him in amazement, walked out of the corridor tentatively, stretched out his feet, but was pulled back by Zhan Zhen, "This is the lake below, but it was frozen, and after a few days the snow was compacted, you can It’s fun to slide on the rails."
Xian Sheng imagined the picture, and immediately jumped up: "Are you talking about ice-driving? I have read that there are records in the book. Every year, the Jinjin held a kicking ball on the ice. The people will gather on a big ice lake, cheer for the contestants, and the top prize will be rewarded."
"It seems that the princess knew it before she married."
Xian Sheng said: "It's not because of marrying you. I already knew the customs of the Northern Jin Dynasty. I also imagined the scene at that time and drew a picture, but then disappeared."
Zhan Zhen chuckled: "Stolen?"
"I don't know, it's gone anyway." Xian Sheng said, and suddenly came to pull him, expecting: "Then your ice frolic days, is it fast?"
Zhan Zhen looked at the plain white hand on his sleeve. Xian Sheng was about to retract it, but he held it in his hands. The man wrapped his palm in his hands and said, "It depends on whether the snow is thick or not. It is only necessary to freeze the Dongtang Lake for three feet, otherwise accidents will easily occur."
"Have you participated?"
"Lonely is the first name every time."
Xian Sheng admired some, but also envied: "If there is this year, can I go to see it?"
Zhan Zhen looked at him with a smile, slowly came over and tempted: "Give some sweetness, or you can consider it."
They stood under the plum tree, with a low plum branch pressed by the snow, and looked at him under the brim of Xianzhang, their heartbeat slightly accelerated.
He knew exactly what Zhan Zhen said, but if he really wanted to do it, he always had a barrier in his heart that was difficult to cross.
Snow was still fluttering, Zhan Zhen looked at him motionlessly, waiting patiently, Xian Sheng pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, slowly raised his chin to kiss him—
At this moment, suddenly plump, the plum branch that was crushed on the head suddenly bounced, and the snow smashed into Xian Sheng's hat.
He suddenly returned to his head, stepped back two steps, looked up slightly with wide eyes.
Zhan Zhen crossed his face with displeasure.
Xian Sheng maintained his posture of looking up at the plum blossoms, looking for a topic in an awkward atmosphere and saying, "There is a plum in the corner and Ling Han opens alone."
Zhan Zhen: "..."
After a brief silence.
Xian Sheng stood on tiptoe to reach the branch of plum that had covered his head with snow. Zhan Zhen came over and said, "What are you doing?"
Xian Sheng withdrew his hand and his heart was still banging on his chest, he said stiffly: "I want that one."
Zhan Zhen glanced at the plum above the upper section, removed the saber at the waist, and pressed the handle of the plum to the front of him.
Xian Sheng folded down and Zhan Zhen let go.
With their eyes facing each other, Xian Sheng handed him Meizhi: "...Can this be sweet?"
Zhan Zhen took it calmly, twisted Meizhi and looked down for a while, then raised his eyelids coldly and said, "No."
The author has something to say: Xian Sheng: Ruthless.
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