CH 3

The maidservants quickly cleaned up the dishes and left the wedding room with their heads bowed.

The surroundings became quiet again, only the wind and snow outside could be heard beating the thick window lattice paper.

Fu Nianchi took a deep breath and returned to the bedside.

He lay down in silence, perhaps because he had eaten enough and entered a state of carbohydrate coma. Compared with the energy before the meal, he was a hundred times more energetic, and a little drowsiness spread.

Could it be that his unshakable nap habit was also brought along with him when he transmigrated into the book?

Beside him, Ye Canglan was lying upright, as quiet as a corpse.

If it weren’t for knowing that he, as the male protagonist, he would die then there would be no drama, Fu Nianchi would really have to check his breath.

Fu Nianchi held his breath and waited for a moment, making sure that Ye Canglan had probably fallen asleep, so he relaxed his tense nerves a little.

Let’s rest for a while, it should be fine after we get through today, he is just here to get married, and in the original book, he is just a cannon fodder who doesn’t have much role in the show, so he doesn’t need to have too much interaction with the male protagonist Long Aotian.

With good expectations in his arms, Fu Nianchi fell asleep in a daze.

【Fu Nianchi hid the silver needle in his sleeve, took the decoction from the handmaid, and sat down beside the bed. 】

【Ye Canglan was lying face down, falling asleep in a high fever. Three days ago, Fu Nianchi secretly opened the window in the middle of the night and let him blow the cold wind all night. 】

[The imperial doctor came several times, and repeatedly modified the prescription, but it didn’t work. 】

【It’s strange if it works. Fu Nianchi has added a lot of good things to the soup. 】

【Fu Nianchi was not in a hurry to give medicine to Ye Canglan, he put the bowl on the table and took out the silver needle in his sleeve. 】

【He gently pressed Ye Canglan’s spine with his fingers, just like Nurse Rong was stroking Ziwei’s face. 】

[Wait a minute, where is the death spot that the doctor told him? 】

[Fu Nianchi racked his brains for half a cup of tea, but he couldn’t come up with a single word. He just remembered what the doctor said, stabbing the death point, impacting the heart and lungs, breaking the Qi, and easy to die. 】

[It doesn’t matter, just stab it casually, at worst, he will stab Ye Canglan all over his body, and he will always find the right place. 】

【Fu Nianchi didn’t hesitate any more, he stabbed hard at the side of Ye Canglan’s spine. 】

[The needle was stuck in a random way, almost the whole needle went in, and then violently pulled out. 】

[The needles bring out a string of fine blood beads. 】

【Ziwei…Ye Canglan’s body trembled suddenly, as if he was in great pain, his brows were tightly wrinkled, more sweat appeared on his forehead and neck, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to cry out, but he was helpless under the serious illness. 】

【effective! 】

[Fu Nianchi is refreshed. 】

【He made up his mind, turned into Nanny Rong completely, stabbed Ye Canglan’s back fiercely with silver needles, each needle landed on a completely different position. 】

【Dozens of times in a row, Ye Canglan’s body shook violently, his entire back was about to be tied into a shower head, and small blood sprayed from the pores. 】

【Fu Nianchi looked at him like this, after all he was a little scared, he stopped for a while, wiped off the silver needle, and wiped off the blood on Ye Canglan’s body. 】

【Let’s stop for today, maybe he has already stabbed the fatal point. 】

【He specially used the thinnest needles, the holes of which are almost invisible. In this way, unless Ye Canglan tells it himself, it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know what he has gone through. 】

【Combined with the poison he specially asked for, Ye Canglan will definitely not last a month. 】

[Fu Nianchi was secretly delighted, he picked up the medicine bowl again, and gently pushed Ye Canglan’s shoulder pretending to be concerned: “Husband, let’s take the medicine.”]

【At this moment, Ye Canglan suddenly opened his eyes, and the expression in his black eyes was like a sharp sword with a cold light, piercing straight into Fu Nianchi’s heart! 】

【For a moment, Fu Nianchi’s mind went blank, he shook his hands violently, and almost poured all the soup on Ye Canglan’s body. 】

[When he came back to his senses, the young man in front of him seemed to be dying and about to die. 】

[Yes, it is an illusion. 】

【Ye Canglan is already terminally ill, how could he be so awake? 】

【Fu Nianchi calmed down, a concerned smirk appeared on his face again, and he said softly: “Come on, drink up the medicine.”】

When feeding the first spoonful of poison into Ye Canglan’s mouth, Fu Nianchi suddenly woke up from his dream.

He was drenched in sweat, his heart was pounding in his chest, and his fingertips were numb.

In this age without clocks, it is impossible to tell how long he slept.

But the sky outside was still bright, so it should still be in the afternoon.

Fu Nianchi raised his hand and rubbed his sore forehead.

Ye Canglan was lying down exactly as it was, neither turning into a shower of nourishing blood, nor having swords in his eyes.

In the original book, Fu Nianchi insisted on pricking Ye Canglan with dozens of needles every night before going to bed, but unfortunately there was no immediate effect.

Ye Canglan always held his breath, and it was not until a month later that he finally couldn’t hold back.

To say that the luck of the fourth young master of the Fu family is really ridiculous, the effect of piercing the whole body is not as good as the poison in the medicine soup.

Those who didn’t know thought that Ye Canglan was actually Kogoro Mori, who was naturally resistant to needle pricks.

Fu Nianchi lifted the quilt and tried his best to get up gently.

But he doesn’t know what he should do.

In normal times, Fu Nianchi would have a lot of entertainment. He could swipe his phone, play computer, and study and solve problems.

Or call a good roommate and go out to decompress.

But there is no mobile phone, no computer, and no good buddies in this world.

There are only countless crises around him.

Ye Canglan still didn’t move, he didn’t know whether he woke up or not.

Fu Nianchi sighed silently, he came to the table and picked up the wine again.

Fu Nianchi drank more than half of a pot of wine by himself. It has to be said that the wedding wine specially provided for King Zhao tasted very good.

Just as he was about to have another drink, there was a knock on the door.

“Prince, Princess, it’s time to take a medicinal bath.”

Medicated bath?

Fu Nianchi’s hands stopped.

The original book did contain such a content. Ye Canglan was seriously ill, the emperor found countless ways to heal him, including medicinal baths once every two days.

Is it just a coincidence to catch up with today?

Fu Nianchi made up his mind: “Okay.”

The maidservants were allowed to quickly carry the big wooden barrel and put it in the empty space of the wedding room.

They carefully confirmed that there were no gaps in the doors and windows, and that no wind could get in, and then they said to Fu Nianchi, “Please ask the princess to take care of the prince to take a bath.”

The tone is naturally not very good.

The fourth young master of the Fu family was notorious, and he came to Chongxi with Ye Canglan. Everyone in Prince Zhao’s Mansion was on alert, always on guard against possible accidents.

Fu Nianchi acted as if he didn’t feel the vigilance in it, in fact he didn’t care about it now.

It is quite a challenge for him to serve Ye Canglan’s medicinal bath.

It’s useless to talk too much, Fu Nianchi turned to look at the bedside.

Ye Canglan was woken up and turned over slowly.

Fu Nianchi took a deep breath, came to the bed, leaned over and said softly, “Husband, I’ll take care of your medicinal bath.”

Ye Canglan said in a daze, “Huh?”

Immediately he reacted, his whole body tensed up suddenly.

“Medical bath?” Ye Canglan’s voice was a little tense.

Fu Nianchi nodded: “Today is the day to take a medicinal bath.”

Ye Canglan turned his head and saw the wooden barrel filled with dark liquid medicine. He was silent for a moment, struggling to support himself on his elbows.

Seeing this, Fu Nianchi quickly supported Ye Canglan’s back, only to realize that his clothes were already wet with sweat.

Fu Nianchi helped Ye Canglan get up, and slowly moved to the barrel.

“You all step back.” Ye Canglan said hoarsely to the maidservants.

“My lord…”

“It’s okay, let’s get back.”

Even though there were thousands of worries in their hearts, the maidservants could only obey. They looked at Fu Nianchi with different expressions, and bowed their heads in silence before retreating.

Once again only Fu Nianchi and Ye Canglan were left in the room.

Ye Canglan figure was tall, but he was sickly, so weak that he could fall down with just a push.

But Fu Nianchi knew it was all fake.

“Husband, let me undress you.”

Fu Nianchi was fully prepared, stretched out his hand, and gently pinched Ye Canglan’s lapel.

Take off his clothes one by one.

The young man’s thick eyelashes were drooping, as if feeling nervous, and his lips were imperceptibly pressed together.

He was breathing very lightly, but the air flow he brought in still swept across Ye Canglan’s neck slightly, making it a little itchy.

The bitter taste of the medicinal soup permeated the bedroom, and Fu Nianchi could still smell the alcohol in his breath, which made people wonder whether it was soft and sweet in the mouth.

After taking off the last coat, Fu Nianchi stopped for a while.

He didn’t dare to raise his head to see Ye Canglan’s expression.

After all, it was the first time that the two of them met today, so they had to be honest with each other unilaterally.

Fu Nianchi couldn’t help but think of the plot in the original book.

Although the fourth young master of the Fu family has no feelings for Ye Canglan, it is undeniable that even if this sick young man sick enough to vomits blood every day, he is still a handsome man in a million.

For Fu Sishao who likes men, this is simply a bargain.

So of course, it was impossible for him to miss Ye Canglan’s medicinal bath, and take advantage of this opportunity to profit openly.

Fortunately, the original book is a male-oriented article, and there is nothing excessive about it.

There is nothing to be shy about, everyone is a man, and he has what Ye Canglan has.

Dozens of people take a bath in the university bathhouse, why hasn’t he seen it?

Fu Nianchi was mentally prepared to remove Ye Canglan’s last piece of clothing.

Ye Canglan was very white.

Different from Fu Nianchi’s warm white, his whole body was as white as a person who had been dead for three days, with no blood at all, and the blue blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen.

He also very thin.

No matter how much he is a god, all the sufferings he endured during the human calamity are all borne on this mortal body.

There is a charcoal pot burning in the room, and it is not as warm as the heating room in the north in the modern life.

Fu Nianchi hurriedly supported Ye Canglan and let him step into the barrel.

Ye Canglan sat in the big wooden barrel, the potion flooded up to his chest, the water pressure obviously made him a little out of breath.

Seeing this, Fu Nianchi quickly scooped out some of the potion.

Difficult breathing became much easier.

Fu Nianchi moved the bench and sat next to the bathtub. It has been three days since he came in through the book. He has bathed in Fu’s house, and he probably knows the process of bathing in ancient wealthy families.

He also took off only his underwear, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the medicinal soup with both hands, and poured it on Ye Canglan’s shoulders.

The brown-black potion flowed from the boy’s fingers, soaking into the skin, exuding the unique bitter taste of herbs.

Ye Canglan’s eyes were closed, and he sat motionless in the tub, if it wasn’t for his whole body being tense and stiff, he would have seemed to be enjoying it.

Fu Nianchi’s movements were as careful as possible, but he still couldn’t help being splashed wet. The cloth stuck to his body, outlining the outline of the young man’s body.

Faintly reveals a radiant complexion.

It’s just that Fu Nianchi didn’t notice it, he was so absorbed in the work at hand that the medicine soaked Ye Canglan’s whole body.

For a while, there was only the sound of rushing water in the room.

The medicinal soup cooled down quickly, and before it became cold, Fu Nianchi picked up the boiling water basin beside him and poured hot water into it.

He poured it carefully, but still a few drops of hot water splashed and landed on Ye Canglan’s chest.

And it happened to be in the most sensitive place.

Ye Canglan: “Ahem——”

He flinched in pain and coughed so violently that it sounded like he was about to blow out his lungs.

Fu Nianchi: “!!”

He immediately stopped pouring water, and was too frightened to breathe out. He quickly put down the water basin, and stretched out his hand tremblingly——

“Are you okay, is it too hot?”

By the time Fu Nianchi realized it, his hand was already on Ye Canglan’s hot red spot.

Wet, hot, soft, against the palm of your hand.

Ye Canglan: “…”

Fu Nianchi: “…”

Ye Canglan’s breath was choked in his throat, and even his neck was red.

He lowered his head tremblingly, staring at Fu Nianchi’an’s hand on his chest.

The black eyes were full of panic, as if the slender five fingers would pierce his chest fiercely in the next second, grab the heart that was so nervous that it was beating wildly, and then crush it violently——

“I’m sorry!”

The panicked voice of the young man brought back Ye Canglan’s sanity, and Fu Nianchi withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

“It’s all my fault for being too careless.” The young man squeezed the bathtub helplessly, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and asked cautiously, “Does it hurt?”

“No, thank you for your hard work.” Ye Canglan’s voice was trembling.

Ah, it doesn’t look like it’s angry.

Fu Nianchi heaved a sigh of relief.

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine, it almost scared him to death. But why does he feel that there seems to be something weird?