The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 31 Illness

Zhao Jin's body is still weak, his resistance is low, and he is prone to catching colds. In this ancient times, the medical conditions were so poor, and a slight flu would be fatal.

After Zhao Jin drank the ginger soup, he sweated a little, his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable, so he managed to stand up after enduring it.

"Prepare water."

"Master is worried." An Twelve hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhao Jin, and put two pillows on his back, so that Zhao Jin could feel more comfortable leaning on the bed.

He held Zhao Jin's slender wrist with one hand, and slowly channeled his inner strength, trying to make Zhao Jin sweat more.

Zhao Jin pulled his hand away with his backhand, his face was pale, and his lips were almost colorless.

"Don't waste your internal strength, it's just a cold, just take a bath and sleep."

Zhao Jin now obediently leaned against the head of the bed, and no longer teased An Twelve casually, for fear that it would be bad for him to infect him with a cold.

Before, he didn't know about some ancient inner martial arts, and then he specially asked a few secret guards who practiced inner martial arts, and then he realized that the inner martial arts in this world are like deposits, which need to be accumulated by practitioners over time. Accumulated slowly, general warriors use internal force to form a large body circle, make fists and feet more powerful, or infuse swords to form sword energy, but they seldom release it externally. After all, internal force is used a little less, and it will hurt the body if used too much.

Zhao Jin didn't want the other party to waste his internal energy for such a pointless thing and weaken his combat effectiveness. Anyway, things like catching a cold will always get better.

I don't know if he can practice martial arts and become a martial arts master. It's cool to think about it.

Zhao Jin leaned against his long hair in a daze, his mind was a little low-grade fever, his reaction was a little slow, and he didn't pay attention to the stiff expressions of the people around him.

An Twelve was pulled away, staring blankly at his own palm, clenched into a fist slightly, his eyes dimmed.

Master, are you bored?

Or did you fall in love with someone else?

An Twelve's downcast head and slender eyelashes covered his black eyes, not daring to reveal his inner thoughts, which aroused the disgust of his master.

After a while, the servant outside prepared the water, and Zhao Jin got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Master, be careful if you catch a cold." An Twelve put a coat on Zhao Jin, and helped him to the side room on the west side of the master bedroom.

His body was not healed, and Zhao Jin didn't want to take a bath in the supreme bathhouse, but simply asked the boy to boil a bucket of hot water and wash up.

It was getting dark outside, and Zhao Jin looked at An Twelve standing beside him conscientiously, with low eyebrows, and he felt like the evil capitalism, forcing the people around him to work overtime unconditionally 996.

"It's okay, it's getting late, you go back and rest first."

An Twelve carefully placed his hand on the side of the tub, and for the first time did not agree briskly. After eating for a while, he said with some hesitation: "Master, Twelve wants you to go to bed before leaving."

Zhao Jin really couldn't bear to refute such a top-notch handsome guy with a low eyebrow and a pleasing appearance beside him, looking like a loyal wolf dog.

"Okay, you go out now."

After getting the answer, Anshi breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense back gradually relaxed. After carefully helping Zhao Jin into the bathtub, he turned and left, but his five senses were amplified, and he listened to the voice inside at any time, lest Zhao Jin Jin catches the wind, and his hands and feet are still weak, so what happens again.

If there is a seemingly absent sound of water, the candlelight reflects the black silhouette on the curtain.

An Twelve shook the palm of his hand that was pushed away, his eyes were a little dazed.

At this moment, there was a jingle from the second room, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Dark Twelve's pupils shrank, and he ran to the ear room.

"master!"

Pushing open the door, there was water in the room, Zhao Jin's underwear was half hung, curled up, trembling uncontrollably, his breathing was messy, his pale cheeks were blushing.

And that handsome face, which is usually full of autumn water, seemed to be dyed with the most colorful color in the world.

An Twelve's heart suddenly missed half a beat, and his heart beat like thunder.

At this moment, there is no room for him to be half-hearted, he quickly picked him up, put him back on the bed, covered him with a brocade quilt, his voice was urgent.

"Master, are you injured? I'm going to call the imperial doctor right now."

Zhao Jin shook his head, breathing unsteadily, his slender jade-like fingers tightly clutching An Twelve's skirt, trembling slightly, his voice was less clear and elegant than usual, but more hoarse.

"It's nothing, it's... it's poison."

An Twelve Dais was stunned for a moment, then reacted, his ears were reddish when he came over, and then determination and madness flashed in his eyes, he boldly grabbed the master's hand, and buried himself in the brocade quilt.

"Twelve serving masters."

"Don't..." Zhao Jin trembled all over, and the other hand involuntarily pressed the top of the man's hair, with his head held high and his neck tensed, showing blue veins, as straight as a dying crane, and his beautiful face was blushing. color.

The burning heart of the candle, crackling.

But when the needle was dropped into the room, one could hear half of the dark red face standing by the table, rinsing his mouth with warm tea.

Zhao Jin leaned lazily on the head of the bed, like a stuffed cat. He half raised his phoenix eyes, raised his hand, and his voice was hoarse.

"come over."

An Shier finished rinsing his mouth, and after making sure there was no other peculiar smell, he walked quickly back to the bed, looking at Zhao Jin with dark eyes, as if asking him what he wanted.

The corner of Zhao Jin's mouth curled up into a smile, and he raised his hand to grab the man's skirt, and bit his lips with a little force.

"I have become more courageous."

"Don't dare..." An Twelve relaxed his tense muscles, followed Zhao Jin's strength, and bowed his head.

"I think you are very brave, don't worry." Zhao Jin pinched the thick double mounds of his hands like a warning, feeling satisfied that An Twelve's whole body tensed up, and his cheeks turned even redder.

The flames in Zhao Jin's eyes gradually faded at this moment. He has been busy with the spring planting season in the villa these days, and he didn't think about the poison on his body. I think this is just the beginning. When it really flares up, I'm afraid it won't be like this It's easy to be fooled.

After such a toss, Zhao Jin was really tired. An Twelve was hugged in his arms like a big pillow, leaning against each other's thick chest, listening to An Twelve's steady and powerful heartbeat, Zhao Jin Slowly fall asleep.

At midnight, everyone in the palace was asleep. A tall and slender man, wearing a black hooded cloak, quietly came out from the back door of the palace and came to a pavilion not far away.

This gazebo is surrounded by open fields, and if you are a Tibetan, you will be able to see it at a glance.

The man in black met a man with white face and beardless on the gazebo.

The man took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and said in a shrill voice: "The one above has already arranged for Prince Rui and the eldest son of the emperor to receive the northern barbarians. , It is also possible that the eldest son of the emperor is involved. As for your younger brother, the master decides to send him to a private school. The master said that he has a good academic record, and Jing Ke will be able to pass the entrance examination for children. You should be happy for him."