CH 4

The scene was once very embarrassing.

Fu Nianchi’s mind was in a mess, Ye Canglan was lucky that he didn’t lose his temper, the incident happened suddenly, and he didn’t expect why he touched it with his hand.

The feel or something, also, pretty good.

Wait, now is not the time to think about this!

Fu Nianchi hurriedly picked up the basin again, and said softly, “I have to continue pouring water.”

“Come on, cough cough… cough cough cough.”

Ye Canglan is still coughing. Coughing is something like that, if you don’t cough, you can’t stop coughing.

As Fu Nianchi listened, he felt like he was about to spit out his lungs, as if Mr. Penguin, who received a hundred friend requests at the same time, was overwhelmed and sent a message reminder.

Fu Nianchi pulled himself together, and slowly poured the remaining hot water into the basin with extreme caution.

The temperature of the medicinal soup rose, Fu Nianchi tried it with his hands, and felt that it was enough to soak for a while.

He walked around behind Ye Canglan, in a place where the other party could not see, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Stretching out his hands, he picked up the soup and poured it on Ye Canglan’s shoulders again.

Speaking of which, this can be regarded as giving him a bath, right? According to Fu Nianchi’s experience, it should be rubbed with hands a little.

But since Ye Canglan didn’t mention it, he didn’t need to do anything extra. If he made the other party unhappy again, it would be over.

Fu Nianchi added water two more times, and the whole medicine bath ended with the sound of Ye Canglan’s intermittent coughing.

Although there was a little accident in the middle, it went smoothly.

Fu Nianchi couldn’t relax, and had to prepare to dry Ye Canglan’s body.

Ye Canglan’s body is weak, and he might be chilled by the wind when he went outside, so Fu Nianchi simply wrapped him up with a big bath towel embroidered with yellow silk thread and golden python.

Inevitably, he surrounded Ye Canglan with both arms.

The moment he was wrapped by Fu Nianchi, Ye Canglan subconsciously held his breath.

He can clearly capture the faint fragrance of wine that belongs to the youth in the endless bitterness.

Maybe there are some other flavors in it too.

His mind, which was drowsy due to the smell of medicine, become extremely clear.

No! This shouldn’t be the reason for him to wake up!!

Fu Nianchi stood on tiptoe and wiped the moisture behind Ye Canglan’s ears.

He stared intently at his eyes, never noticing Ye Canglan’s nervous gaze drifting over quietly.

After finished wiping Ye Canglan, Fu Nianchi helped him back to the bed and lay down.

Fu Nianchi took off the wet towel and wiped off the remaining drops of water on Ye Canglan’s body.

When he was about to reach the key point, Ye Canglan whispered: “I’ll do it.”

“Oh.” Fu Nianchi obediently responded, lowering his eyelashes.

Although he didn’t have any intention to look at it, but in the process of undressing and bathing Ye Canglan, he had already seen everything he should and shouldn’t have seen.

…It can only be said that it is worthy of being the protagonist of the male-oriented novel, and Ye Canglan’s illness does not seem to have affected that side at all.

Fu Nianchi abandoned the article without seeing the plot of regaining the harem, and he can guess that there should be many heroines and supporting roles.

But before the arrival of the harem, he married a male cannon fodder first, and the author’s brain circuit is indeed quite strange.

When Ye Canglan changed into clean underwear, Fu Nianchi was sweating from exhaustion, and the sky was already dark.

He opened the door and called the maid, and the medicine bucket and golden basin were taken away, and the spices were lit again to dispel the strong bitterness of the medicine.

Fu Nianchi looked back, Ye Canglan was lying flat, his eyes closed, obviously taking a medicinal bath would make him mentally weak.

There should be nothing wrong with him after that.

Fu Nianchi stepped out of the room. He was sweating all over, and he had to wash himself.

But when he just took two steps out, he was stopped.

“Why did Your Highness leave?”

“I want to take a shower.”

“On the wedding night, it’s not advisable to leave the wedding room. I’ll ask someone to prepare and deliver water to the room.”

Fu Nianchi frowned: “The Prince is asleep, I’m worried I’ll disturb him.”

The maid was also a little troubled, but she still insisted: “Your Highness, you can be gentle. It is a rule not to leave the wedding room on the wedding day.”

“Fine.”

Fu Nianchi didn’t insist any more, he didn’t know much about these ancient marriage rules, and guessed it was to prevent him from escaping.

He returned to the wedding room, not long after, the tub was brought in and filled with water.

Before the maidservant added flower petals and spices, Fu Nianchi hurriedly stopped and said, “No need, just put it there, you can step back.”

“yes.”

The door was closed, Fu Nianchi looked back at Ye Canglan to make sure he was asleep.

Fu Nianchi seized the time and took off his wet underwear.

Step into the tub.

As a male college student in the new era, Fu Nianchi has always taken a bath very quickly, but now that he is transmigrated into a book, washing his long hair is too troublesome.

Moreover, there were no shower gels and shampoos in ancient times, only saponins and soap were used.

The small plate in front of Fu Nianchi contained top-notch washing utensils exclusively for the royal family.

But it still can’t compare with modern cheap shampoos at all.

After washing his hair vigorously, Fu Nianchi’s fingers were a little wrinkled.

He squeezed the water from his hair, wrapped it in a cloth towel very unskillfully, and climbed out of the big tub.

Wipe yourself clean.

If taking a bath is still acceptable, then the part that really makes Fu Nianchi feel uncomfortable has come.

— to dry your hair.

It’s a world without hair dryers.

There are only three options that Fu Nianchi knows:

Because the hair is very long, this process may last for two or three hours.

If he didn’t ask the maid to help, he could probably wipe off his own hand.

This is the fastest way to rule out the possibility of hair loss being burned.

Fu Nianchi sighed silently, and sat beside the charcoal basin. Just seeing the delicate burning stove, he began to subconsciously worry about the danger of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Ye Canglan’s body is weak, a little wind may make his condition worse, but the bedroom door and windows are tightly glued.

It is simply a high-risk environment for carbon monoxide poisoning.

It is estimated that Ye Canglan is able to live until now thanks to the handmaid’s frequent turning of the pot to ensure that it is fully burned.

Fu Nianchi thought for a while, and asked the maidservants to help dry her hair when they moved the tub away.

He sat at the table, bored, and almost fell asleep when his hair was almost dried.

All day long, he just lay down and did nothing, Fu Nianchi was not hungry, so he took advantage of the sleepiness and lay down again.

Little did he know that after a stick of incense, Ye Canglan, who was supposed to fall asleep from exhaustion, quietly opened his eyes.

King Zhao propped himself up with one hand, stared at Fu Nianchi seriously, and made sure that he was asleep, before gently lifting off the big red quilt.

Ye Canglan slept on the inside, carefully stepping over Fu Nianchi.

When he came above Fu Nianchi, he couldn’t help but glance at his quiet black eyelashes and ruddy lips.

Ye Canglan didn’t dare to let out a breath, he moved his body, shifted his weight to his left foot, then lifted his right leg, and finally successfully stepped on the ground with bare feet.

exhale—

Ye Canglan leaned against the bedpost, calmed down for more than ten seconds, and managed to recover from the dizziness.

He restrained his breathing, bent down, knelt on the ground with his knees, and supported the ground with his arms.

The whole person lowered his figure, lay on his stomach close to the ground, and looked sideways at the dark bottom of the bed.

Ye Canglan stretched out his hand, trying to pull out a box from under the bed.

He straightened up, gasped for a while, and then opened the box.

Inside are the pastries he hid this morning.

Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, otherwise Ye Canglan felt that he would starve to death.

The hunger in his stomach had turned into some burning pain, he immediately picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

Ye Canglan is not in good health, and all the cakes in the mansion taste very bland, and thanks to this, he didn’t get too tired to spit it out.

Sitting on the ground like this, eating a box of pastries with only two pieces left, Ye Canglan finally stopped.

He clenched his fist with his right hand and beat his chest. Before he choked and hiccupped, he got up and wanted to drink a glass of water at the table.

But when he stood up halfway, he clearly felt the blood rushing to his brain, and his eyes couldn’t stop turning black.

Ye Canglan hurriedly sat next to the bed.

After the swelling and pain in the eyeballs eased and the sight became clear again from confusion, he supported the bedpost at an extremely slow speed and straightened up bit by bit.

He came to the table with vain steps, but fortunately the teapot was kept warm with the stove, and the water was still hot.

Ye Canglan drank five cups of water in one go, and managed to get over it.

The pastry met with water brought a good feeling of fullness, Ye Canglan took a short rest, returned to the bedside, covered the box, and pushed it back under the bed.

The remaining two pieces can be eaten next time.

Ye Canglan went back to bed, straddled Fu Nianchi with difficulty, and lay down as quietly as possible.

The moment I went down to the ground, the coolness spread from the soles of my feet to my calves, and even my knees were icy cold.

Ye Canglan could only move the heater under the blanket to her feet, but no matter what, the cold was much better than the hunger.

wedding night…

Ye Canglan sighed silently, closed his eyes, and prepared to take a good rest.

But at this moment, he felt an arm suddenly lay across his body.

Ye Canglan: “…”

He turned his head stiffly and slowly, only to see Fu Nianchi turned over, with one arm on his chest, rolled away most of the quilt, and at the same time put his legs on him.

In other words, at this moment, he has become Fu Nianchi’s humanoid pillow.

Ye Canglan…Ye Canglan didn’t dare to show his anger, he was only thankful that Fu Nianchi had left some quilt for him.

The temperature came from the boy’s body through the fabric of the clothes, carrying a slight hint of alcohol in his breath.

Fu Nianchi’s cheeks were flushed, his brows were furrowed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Ye Canglan doesn’t know what Fu Nianchi has to have nightmares, and he should be the one who should have nightmares!

Be calm, he needs to be calm.

He took a deep breath and pretended not to know anything.

Just sleep like this.

——

Fu Nianchi was awakened by the heat.

His mouth was dry, and he thought the charcoal basin was on fire, and he woke up suddenly.

But he found that the heat came from around him.

The room was pitch black, and Fu Nianchi could only fumble to light up the bedside candle.

In the dim candlelight, Fu Nianchi found that almost all the quilts were pressed under him, and Ye Canglan huddled pitifully at the side of the bed, with only a little quilt draped over her body.

His lips were chapped, his face was red, his breathing was difficult, and he was exuding a high fever.

Fu Nianchi: !!

He immediately pulled the quilt out from under his body and covered Ye Canglan.