boyutpedia Chapter 521 Thoughts
Chapter 521 Thoughts
Chu Ziyu was just a knife to him, a knife that had once betrayed him.
...But why, just thinking about the knife smiling at others made him so irritated that he wanted to kill someone?
Pei Zheng's body froze, and he stood up straight immediately: "My Lord!"
Lin Ci'an ignored him, his eyes fell on the medicine bottle in Chu Ziyu's hand, and then glanced at Pei Zheng's red ears, and suddenly sneered: "It seems that General Pei is very good at taking care of people."
Pei Zheng: “…”
Xie Xiaofeng was right, he really shouldn't have meddled in other people's business!
"I will take my leave now."
Pei Zheng had always thought that he simply admired Xie Xiaofeng - he was a sharp swordsman, unparalleled in riding and shooting, and was the respected coach in the military camp. But since when, his eyes began to uncontrollably follow that tall figure.
Pei Zheng found that he had been doing some inexplicable things recently——
During morning exercises, he deliberately slowed down his movements and waited for Xie Xiaofeng to correct his posture.
While eating, he secretly put the meat into Xie Xiaofeng's bowl, and then pretended to eat his rice as if nothing had happened.
When patrolling the camp at night, he would always go around Xie Xiaofeng's tent to make sure he was asleep before leaving.
(…When did he become so fussy?)
The night before, after being scolded by the Marquis, Pei Zheng returned to the camp, but tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. His mind was full of the image of Xie Xiaofeng under him.
(Why does Xie Xiaofeng look so good when he frowns?)
(Why does his scolding voice make people's ears burn?)
Pei Zheng sat up abruptly and covered his pounding heart.
(… Could it be that I like him?)
This thought was like a bolt of lightning striking his head. Pei Zheng sat on the couch in a daze, forgetting even to breathe.
The next day, Pei Zheng did not go for morning exercise for the first time.
Xie Xiaofeng rushed into his tent holding a sword: "Are you sick?"
Pei Zheng huddled in the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes, and said in a muffled voice: "...Yeah, headache."
Xie Xiaofeng frowned and reached out to his forehead.
When the slightly cool palm touched him, Pei Zheng trembled all over and almost rolled off the couch.
"What are you hiding for?" Xie Xiaofeng asked coldly, "Are you having a fever?"
Pei Zheng grabbed the quilt tightly, his ears red as blood dripping: "No, no! You... don't touch me!"
Xie Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes and suddenly pulled back his blanket: "Pei Zheng, what are you doing?"
Pei Zheng frantically grabbed a pillow to cover his chest, like a decent woman being molested: "Xie Xiaofeng! Get out! I can't see you now!"
Xie Xiaofeng: “……?”
Since that day, although Lin Ci'an still did not take the initiative to meet Chu Ziyu, he began to make arrangements secretly -
- Aunt Zhang personally supervises the preparation of the daily medicinal food, and the cooking time is exact.
- The charcoal fire in the east wing always burned the most vigorously, and even the window cracks were carefully sealed by the servants, for fear of letting in a trace of cold wind.
- After the palace doctor came to check the pulse every day, he had to go to the study to report first. After Lin Ci'an listened, he said expressionlessly: "Continue to take care of him."
He ordered himself not to see Chu Ziyu, but every day when the court doctor came to report, he listened more carefully than the military reports.
——"Mr. Chu coughed less today."
(…He’s smart enough to take good care of his injuries.)
——"The wound is a little inflamed and needs to be dressed."
(…How did you serve those useless people?)
——"I still have a low-grade fever at night."
(…The charcoal fire wasn’t warm enough? The blanket was too thin? Or I didn’t drink enough medicine?)
He reviewed the official documents with a cold face, but the red pen hung over the paper for a long time without writing a single word.