Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 6 Yan Chi

Because of being frozen in the snow, Yan Cheng developed a high fever that afternoon, and his whole body was hot as if he was in a stove.

Song Jinshu was so anxious that the circles of his eyes were always red, and he took care of Yan Cheng next to him in a disorganized manner. The water in the basin was changed from basin to basin.

By the time of Xu, the body temperature gradually returned to normal.

Song Jinshu stayed beside him for an afternoon, and when his body temperature subsided, he sat down at the small table to rest, his chin resting on his wrist, and his small head dipped little by little. Feeling that someone was covering him with clothes

, Song Jinshu opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the person standing beside him, and all his sleepiness disappeared

.

Shang stood up, bowed his head and said hello to the person in front of him.

"Yeah. I heard that you didn't eat dinner, so I specially ordered the kitchen to make some for you."

He turned around and walked to the bed, and looked at Yan Cheng's situation.

"Yancheng is a sturdy boy, and he will die from an illness, but your health is not very good. Don't get tired of taking care of him."

Song Jinshu raised his eyes and smiled at him, and then he could see his makeup clearly.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a circle of animal fur wrapped around the sleeves, three thousand blue silk hanging behind him like a crow's feathers, and a long silk sash tied in the center, making his complexion snow-white. A piece of white marble was also tied around his waist, with a Chinese character carved on it.

This person is Yan Cheng's brother, Yan Chi, the eldest son of the Yan House.

At the age of 14, he was appreciated by the prince, and at the age of 16, he defeated the current champion. Just because he is a brother, he cannot participate in the imperial examinations to serve as an official and serve the country.

When the name of Yan Chi spread out, no one in the capital knew it.

Yan Chi covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and coughed a few times in a low voice. When he put down his hands again, his face became pale again, and it was a little transparent.

Song Jinshu helped Yan Chi to sit down at the small table, poured a cup of warm water into Yan Chi's hand, and let him hold it warm.

Song Jinshu wanted to say a word of thanks, but after holding it for a long time, the more anxious he became, the more speechless he became. Finally, he bowed to Yan Chi with a red face.

Yan Chi was born less than a month ago, and was born in a snowy day. At that time, he was fed ginseng soup for ten days before he snatched his life from the king of hell.

Since I was a child, my body was weak, and when I encountered a bit of strong wind and cold, I would inevitably have to lie in bed for ten days and a half months.

He usually doesn't like to go out of the house in winter. Today, after hearing about Yan Cheng's side, he thought of coming to see his unseemly younger brother.

He is probably the only one in Yan Mansion who treats Song Jinshu sincerely besides the two old people.

He took out a bag of plum blossom cakes from his arms, opened the package and pushed it to Song Jin's writing, softly speaking.

"Last time I saw you like to eat, so I asked the maid to buy some from the store in the north of the city this afternoon, and sent them to you." With

just these words, Song Jinshu's eyes turned red, and he picked up a piece of plum blossom cake and put it to his mouth to bite After taking a small piece, the fragrance of plum blossoms overflowed between the lips and teeth.

After taking a bite, he was reluctant to eat it, so he put the cake back into the oiled paper with nostalgia, and carefully sealed the opening to prevent it from getting wet.

Yan Chi looked sad, raised his hand and stroked the top of Song Jinshu's soft hair, and let out a weak sigh between his lips.

"Although I'm not in charge of the Yan family, you can tell me if you have suffered any grievances, and I will help you teach that kid Yan Cheng."

Song Jinshu narrowed his eyes when he heard this, then shook his head, saying that he was not wronged.

Yan Chi naturally didn't believe what he said. Song Jinshu's face had no more flesh, and the blood-red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows barely added some luster to him.

Yan Chi stroked the inside of his left wrist with a bit of disappointment, where there was a dull light red cinnabar mole.