After breaking off the marriage, the Zhuangyuan Lang who was picked up was dressed weakly every day

Chapter 82
"Are you sick again?"

After the red sun breaks through the clouds in the cold winter, the light is always brighter.

The sun shines into the southeast-facing window, and a breeze lifts up the fine gauze bed curtain. The young lady's dark eyes are filled with the bright morning sun, her eyes are slightly rippling, and a few strands of black hair follow her on one side of her snow-white cheeks. She sat up and then lay down towards him, slowly sliding down to Xiao Yi's messy chest.

There are two halves of the full moon, and the embroidered flowers wrapped with green branches and gold threads are not covered, showing in front of the eyes.

A dark look flashed in Qin Yuehuai's eyes, he slid his Adam's apple, raised his hand to push Shen Yanhan's thin hair behind her ears, gently rubbed her earlobes, coughed twice, and then replied in a hoarse voice. : "It seems so. It seems that I have to rely on my wife to take more care of me in the future."

"Ok?"

Shen Yanhan ignored the strange sound in his ears and took a breath of cold air. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was blaming: "Weren't you fine yesterday? How could you suddenly get sick!"

Before Qin Yuehuai could speak, she narrowed her eyes slightly and already found her own reason: "Why are you standing there waiting for me in the cold wind with nothing to do? You are already weak, so you should pay more attention to it, and you will have a good life! You... …”

Facing Qin Yuehuai's gentle eyebrows as he looked at her, she finally reluctantly took back "it was a waste of my money".

"Humph!"

With an angry snort, Shen Yanhan was about to get out of bed.

Qin Yuehuai raised his hand to stop her thin waist, took the belt into his arms, and asked with a smile: "Where are you going?"

Shen Yanhan said fiercely: "I will go find Dr. Cai for you right now and let him see you as an 'old acquaintance'!"

"No need."

Hearing this, Shen Yanhan turned her face back to look at him in surprise, only to see a warm smile on the corner of Qin Yuehuai's lips, his handsome eyebrows and starry eyes looking at her tenderly, and his voice was so soft that he said: "It's an old problem. I always make mistakes in winter, so there’s no need to call a doctor, I’ll get better on my own.”

His appearance is so eye-catching.

Shen Yanhan stared at him, feeling that the sweat on his brows was bewitched. Looking down, under the half-open tunic, on the lean and white chest, Yue Ya'er was looking at her again.

Shen Yanhan didn't know whether it was because he was born with poor concentration, or because his life was too white and too eye-catching. For a moment, he felt that he couldn't move his butt and got out of bed.

She leaned closer to Qin Yuehuai, stared at his thin lips, and muttered: "Hey, why do you have so many old problems?"

As soon as I asked this question, the atmosphere changed so much that even the curtains that floated up and down seemed a bit charming.

Qin Qilang did have a lot of "problems".

They both knew it.

"Everything will be fine." Qin Yuehuai looked at her and said.

Shen Yanhan asked smoothly: "Then, when will things get better? Please give me an accurate answer. You can't keep me waiting forever."

The already strange atmosphere became even more intense because of these words.

Qin Yuehuai looked at her silently for a long time, his Adam's apple moved up and down a few times, and then his thin lips moved slightly, with a teasing look in his eyes, "Why, Jiao Jiao is not satisfied with your husband?"

Shen Yanhan never gave in. Even when he was disturbed by his white and calloused long fingers and lost his mind, she was still full of energy and never gave up.

At this moment, facing this sick man who is even more frail in his illness, how could she let him run rampant?

She straightened up, sat with her arms folded, and looked down at Qin Yuehuai, "What are you satisfied with? What are you satisfied with? Have you ever heard of it?"

Perhaps it was because one of the husband and wife was in good health and she took advantage of it. The more Shen Yanhan spoke, the more energetic he became. He even stretched out a finger and pointed at Qin Yuehuai, and his words were even more... Straightforward and arrogant.

"Then, that, that, can it be the same? Can it be replaced? Don't think that if you treat me perfunctorily, I will just follow your perfunctory attitude all my life. I tell you, it won't work! Don't think about it, it's better to just take medicine and wait for treatment. Come on, light up the lintel of the door for me and give me a child..."

Qin Yuehuai's expression paused for a moment when he heard her babbling in anger.

As he spoke, Shen Yanhan, who stretched out his hand to grasp the patient's lesions without fear of death, also stopped talking.

I definitely didn't expect that it would go like this.

After the voices stopped suddenly, the voices of the chickens, who were growing up in the backyard of Qiuwang Garden, were clearly heard inside the house.

The roosters are crowing, the smoke is rising, and it is the beginning of the morning.

The recovery of all things is a natural law.The little lady with little knowledge looked at her hands and blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion, "What's going on?"

Before Shen Yanhan could think about whether he was teasing her or teasing her, Qin Yuehuai said categorically: "There is definitely something wrong with Meng Changqing's wine!"

After he finished speaking, he turned over and pushed the little lady who was still thinking about his words back onto the festive quilt. He moved his handsome face to hers and kissed the little mouth that was so arrogant just now.

Lang Jun's attack was fierce, but his strength was not reduced due to his illness.

Gradually, Shen Yanhan began to hum and sweat formed on his forehead. She pushed his head and begged for mercy in her own way, shouting: "Okay, okay, don't pass on your illness to me."

Qin Yuehuai really left her lips, but he just brought his lips to her ear and asked in a low voice: "You just said that I was perfunctory with you?"

There was a bang in Shen Yanhan's mind, her beautiful eyes widened, she kicked her toes in vain, and changed her words temporarily: "No, absolutely not!"

When Hibiscus went out to pick vegetables and came back to hear the rustling sound, Qin Yuehuai opened the door and walked out, dressed in frosty white.

"Mr. Sir, are you awake too?" Mu Jin asked expectantly.

Qin Yuehuai gathered up his cloak, put his fist to his lips, coughed, and replied to her: "Not yet."

Shen Yanhan pounded the bed in the room.

*
Every winter, as the cold wind becomes more and more chilly, those who are old and frail, or those who have not recovered from long-term illnesses always feel a little sad.

The winter of the twelfth year of Yongxing was the coldest winter in the hundreds of years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.

Because of this cold, even though most of the current borders of the Zhou Dynasty are south of the Huaihe River and are still warm areas before that, snow disasters are still spreading across the country.

Not only Huaidong, Huaixi, the north and south of the Qinling Mountains, but also Lingnan, where winters are always as warm as spring, have been affected to varying degrees.This disaster can be said to be out of control.

The days in Qiuwang Garden, when Shen Yanhan and three other ladies rushed to make new clothes, took care of patients with whooping cough, and had leisurely snowball fights... seemed to be as ordinary as water but also completely fulfilling. As they passed by one by one, Lin'an Mansion, For several days in a row, Gaozong's face turned black into a piece of pig liver.

The courtiers even made a huge quarrel in front of him.

The situation of disaster relief and poverty relief was urgent. The Minister of Works and two ministers proposed many plans, but they were opposed by the Ministry of Household.The people in the household department made countless excuses, and they all came up with complicated and convoluted excuses, but they boiled down to one simple statement: they just didn’t have that much money.

The officials in the next few ministries are also experienced. Xiao Jiujiu, who thinks "this is a matter that only the treasury can take care of", supports the Ministry of Works to implement the plan as soon as possible, and supports the Ministry of Household's money to be used wisely and to do things according to ability. There are also.

The result of several debates was that the disaster relief policy was still undecided. It was the twelfth lunar month and the new year was approaching. Emperor Gaozong got angry and threw the papers on the dragon chair, but now "it's hard for a clever woman to do anything". "You can't cook without rice." His heart was like a clear mirror, and it would be of little value if he continued to fight.

Seeing that the argument was still going on below, Emperor Gaozong summoned his chamberlain and asked in a low voice: "Is Zhang Xiang almost here?"

Song Duzhi bowed and replied: "My official family, according to the schedule, it is these two days. According to your instructions, the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs are already waiting ten miles outside Lin'an Mansion. When Zhang Xianggong appears, they will go directly If I get Ouchi, I'll arrive tonight at the fastest possible speed."

Gaozong stroked his beard and nodded. Listening to the arguments below, he no longer felt that unpleasant.

Presumably, when Zhang Jun returns to court, he will be able to help him solve these troublesome things quickly.

It has to be said that although Zhang Jun's ability needs to be improved in leading troops to fight, as the head of the civil service, he is still somewhat reassured by the prime minister who has been active since his father and brother's time.

Thinking of this, Gaozong raised his sleeves and said to the people below: "Since we can't come up with a good plan today, you can go back and think about it first, and we will discuss it tomorrow morning."

At this time, Qin Hui turned his head and exchanged glances with the person. The other person gave him a gesture that represented "Zhang". Qin Hui understood and immediately took a step towards the center position and said loudly: "I have a plan, although I can't It treats the root cause, but it can also solve an urgent need at this time.”

Gaozong was refreshed and asked, "What's the plan?"

Qin Hui said: "In the whole world, is it the land of the king, and on the shore of the land, is it the ministers of the king. At this time, the Great Zhou is in trouble, the people are in trouble, and the court is in trouble. Everyone in the Great Zhou people should work together to get through it as soon as possible. Difficulties. Officials can donate salaries; businessmen can donate property; farmers can donate grain..."

Upon hearing this suggestion, Gaozong couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he smelled a hint of hope.

Meng Changqing, who was well aware of the character of the Minister of Household Affairs, snorted coldly.

The Ministry of Household Affairs is under Qin Hui, and if he encourages people to donate money and materials, it will eventually return to the hands of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Is this a way to make money while working hard to cry for poverty?
Meng Changqing, who has a special status and as a royal censor, has always been very arrogant, immediately came out and said: "I second the proposal to Mr. Qin, but the matter is urgent, and I suggest that the donated property be handed over to the Ministry of War for control."

The Ministry of War is still in Zhang Jun's hands.

As soon as Meng Changqing said these words, his uncle Qin Hui's expression changed a little.

(End of this chapter)