Underneath, the person came in, and Wen Jian took over the medicine. As before, he gently supported the child in his arms and fed her medicine.

Qingzhi has always been very docile in the matter of drinking medicine, so he did not pay much attention to the child to drink the soup, the childish body is still very hot, he is afraid that she is cold, holding her gently When lying down, don't forget to give her a thick layer of bedding...

When he sat up, he suddenly felt a hand in his hand, and he was still holding his hand tightly.

Wen Jian was silent, and he could only sit back slowly, hanging quietly and guarding the bed.

He looked down at the childish fingers that gently grabbed his hand, and gently touched her hot fingers on the fingertips, clearly that the two men were holding each other's hands, but they couldn't be as old as they used to be. Uncontrollably, she grabbed her finger slightly, and she twitched inexplicably.

When I was young, I didn’t know when I slowly opened my eyes. I looked at the boy who was standing by the bed with no emotion. I watched it quietly for a while, and the childishness slowly turned around and didn’t look at him.

Wen Jianwen sighed and saw the childish eyelashes slightly squinting, half-squinting, very tired.

Wen Jane let go of her hand, got up and poured a cup of hot water over her, and helped her whisper: "Children, drink saliva."

Qingzhi didn't go out with his body. After taking a few mouthfuls of water, he didn't open his head. He muttered: "Susu?"

Wen Jian put down the cup in his hand and paused a little, and replied: "He said that there is something to do in the city, come back later."

Qingzhi gently pointed his head in his arms and asked without any expression: "When are you going?"

For a long while, there was nothing wrong with Wen Jian, just holding her like this.

"Wen Jane, point to the face." Qing child gently pushed him away, some faintly leaning on the bed, quietly watching him, pale lips slightly hooked, "I was not you."

Wen Jian did not make force, so she was easily pushed away by her. He was afraid that she was angry, so she stood up and silenced for a while. She slowly said: "Childly, I know that I owe you too much. This time I came to southern Xinjiang, I just want to help you through the storm. I will go in the past."

I don't know if it was the last sentence that stimulated the childishness. She suddenly hanged down and covered the faint coldness of her eyes. After a while, she looked up coldly and opened her lips: "You Is there a purpose?"

Wen Jane looked at her silently, not to mention.

"If you don't have it, what qualifications do you have here? I have already informed the imperial court about the snowstorm in southern Xinjiang. The court will know that this will naturally send people." Qing said, paused, very directly Staring at him, "And you are gentle, and in what capacity do you tell me these words?"

Qingzhi is really dizzy, and this time he leans on the couch, clearly having a headache and being uncomfortable, but still has a cold face to tell these words with Wen Jian.

Wen briefly closed his eyes and finally said: "We are young and talk."

"What are you talking about?" Qing Zhi directly sneered out, "Talking about me is your embarrassing thing?"

At that moment, the air condensed instantly.

The wind and sand outside the camp is still sweeping over the clear storm.

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