After Ning Zhaohui took Yun Ziyi back to his tent, he asked softly: "Mr.'s bamboo hat..."
Yun Ziyi's bamboo hat was originally just a gift in troubled times. It's just a way of protection, there is no need to wear it. After hearing his question, he took off the bamboo hat.
"I have been weak since I was a child, suffered from heart disease, and am alone. I have no choice but to protect myself. I hope your lord will forgive me."
Ning Zhao was startled when he returned.
He had guessed many times what this enigmatic gentleman would look like, but he could never guess that he had such a good appearance.
In response to the frailty mentioned in Yun Ziyi's words, his complexion is indeed pale and he is thin and slender, but his eyebrows are delicate and rich. As his eyes move, he becomes more and more beautiful, but his lips are thin and slender. The lightness makes this beauty end in elegance rather than splendor.
Ning Zhaohui came from a family of military generals and was not very proficient in poetry. It took him a long time to figure out the sentence "as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind", but he felt that it was not enough to describe the person in front of him.
It's not as appropriate as the phrase "immortal" that Ji Lan said in a daze.
It should be well hidden.
Ning Zhao thought about it.
With such an outstanding appearance, even a man would probably make waves in this troubled world.
Even if he is extremely skilled and has such talent and planning, he may not be able to protect himself with such a weak body.
I have to protect my husband well.
"Is your heart disease serious, sir?" Ning Zhaohui gently held Yun Ziyi's pale hand, which was really cold, "Is there a cure?"
"It's difficult..." Yun Ziyi sighed helplessly, "I heard that there is a magical elixir kept in the Daheng Palace that can cure all diseases. It may be effective for this disease."
This is what he said. He had prepared it early, and his physical condition was destined not to be hidden for long, but firstly, the secret of Yun's bloodline could not be exposed, and secondly, he did not want others to know his condition, worried about him, and found a reason for him to join the rebel army. .
"That's it. Don't worry, sir, I will definitely cure your illness." Ning Zhao replied firmly.
He was only in his early twenties, the most energetic age. He had not even thought about the possibility of defeat, let alone guessed that the person in front of him had actually lied to him.
"Thank you, lord." Yun Ziyi bent his eyes and smiled, "I will follow you to the death."
Yun Ziyi said this sincerely, he did what he did after he came to this world Having made plans to die in troubled times, this body is destined not to survive the day when the world is peaceful and the sea, rivers and rivers are clear.
Ning Zhao looked back at him with a smiling gaze, and his cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot. It took him a long time to ask quietly: "By the way, I seem to have forgotten to ask Mr. his name."
< p> "I'm Yun Ziyi, 'Jie Bi Nanshan, there is actually Yi' Yi.Character. " Yun Ziyi said, seeing Ning Zhao's confused look, thinking about the opponent's military background, maybe he had never heard this sentence before, so he took his hand and wrote the word "猗" in his hand."I learned a lesson, thank you sir. "Ning Zhao didn't know whether it was because he was ashamed or shy. His face turned even redder. He silently wrote down those words, nodded in panic, and stood up. "Sir, you are also tired today. It's better to rest early. I'll go. Can you get some hot water and clean clothes for sir? It's just that the conditions in the army are poor, so I'm afraid Mr. Wong will have to endure it for the time being. ”
Mr. Yun, who looks like an immortal who is not stained by dust, should be careful in everything in his life.
But now that the Ning family army has just been established, everything is simple, even if he is a leader. My lord, the tent is at best more spacious than others, and doesn't contain much. He always feels that he is not worthy of the person in front of him.
Yun Ziyi is actually not as delicate as he thought. A cultivator can sleep in the open air. It's a common thing, and most things can be solved with just a few tricks. If it weren't for the fact that his body was too weak and had to be carefully maintained, he would probably be as informal as Ji Lan.
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Ning Zhaohui came back soon, holding a pair of clean clothes borrowed from Xie Minghe. He and Yun Ziyi were in different shapes. There were too many, and Ruo Yun Ziyi didn’t know how generous he would be when he wore his clothes.
Then two more people came in carrying hot water.
“Sir... Need my help? "Ning Zhaohui blushed fiercely and stood there at a loss. He didn't look like the leader of the rebel army at all. He clearly looked like an innocent boy.
Yun Ziyi also felt a little embarrassed. If If you say you don't need it, you are undoubtedly driving the other person out, but if you say you need it...
Even the immortal king who has lived for thousands of years is a little shy at this time.
"I, I will be with you, sir. If you need anything, please call me. I will definitely not look around! "Ning Zhao replied, put his clothes on the chair next to the bathtub, and quickly turned around.
Yun Ziyi didn't worry about it anymore. He simply scrubbed it, changed his clothes and sat down. At the bedside, he also turned his back and wiped his wet long dark hair with a dry handkerchief.
Ning Zhao didn't mind, and even came to the bathtub impatiently and looked at the clouds. Ziyi quickly washed it with hot water, put on some clothes and came to Yun Ziyi: "Do you want me to wipe it, sir?" ”
“Thank you for your trouble, sir, but there’s no need, we’re almost done.” "Yun Ziyi said warmly, too sleepy to open his eyes. He put the handkerchief back on the chair next to the bathtub and fell asleep quickly.
Ning Zhaohui stared blankly at his thin face. His back and some exposed snow-white skin, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and he even stopped wiping his hair.
He could really sleep with such a fairy-like gentleman.
Mr. also agreesHe stayed in the Ning family army.
It was so easy... Ning Zhaohui originally thought that he would have to at least visit the thatched cottage three times before he could ask such a powerful person to come out to help him.
But yes, Mr. has a physical and mental illness, so I'm afraid he can't delay that long, but since Mr. has chosen the Ning family army, choosing him at least means that he is somewhat superior to others, right?
During the siege of Anzhou, he also passed the test of his husband.
Thinking of this, Ning Zhao unconsciously curled up his lips and lay down beside the bed gently.
His bed was not very spacious. It was more than enough when he lived alone, but now that there was an extra person, it seemed a little crowded. There was almost no space between the two of them, and Ning Zhao almost couldn't sleep. You can smell the faint scent of books and herbs on the other person's body.
Ning Zhao pursed his lips subconsciously, feeling thirsty unconsciously.
Before the reverie in his mind could take shape, he hurriedly threw it out.
How could he have such thoughts about his husband? It was too blasphemous.
Ning Zhaohui blushed for the first time today and turned around, not daring to look at him again.
But within a moment, Ning Zhao turned back reluctantly and even got closer to Yun Ziyi.
He didn't think much about anything.
Even if I think about it...it's just a thought.
The gentleman will not know.