[Book 1] Mozun And The Little Milk Fox Are Overly Pampered [BL/QT/edited MTL]

ARC SIX: Chapter 120: Interdependence

The rain fell on the ground.

The palace officials left the food at the door and left. Zhao Yangshun would come out to eat when he was hungry anyway, so they had the patience to serve him.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Yangshun woke up from the warm bed.

He opened his eyes and looked at the carvings on the palace beams. His body felt warm, and something seemed to be holding him down.

He sat up and saw the boy's red cheeks.

Zhao Yangshun reached out to touch the boy and found that the boy had already developed a high fever, and he instantly became panicked.

He changed the boy's position with him. Although he didn't know what those strange things were, they could heat him up and keep him warm and comfortable.

At the same time, he also discovered that the wound on his body was covered with medicine and the wound no longer hurt.

Since the death of the Queen Mother, his life has been reduced to dust for everyone to step on.

No one cared about him anymore. These warm and soft quilts, strange things, and the medicine for wounds on his body should have been taken out by the young man.

He had a hunch that these were closely related to the boy.

Zhao Yangshun went to the door and brought in the food that the palace servants had placed at the door of the cold palace.

The dry and hard food was soaked by the rain and was no longer edible.

Zhao Yangshun put the food aside in frustration, tore off his clothes, wetted them with rainwater, and applied them to the boy's forehead.

He prayed secretly, hoping that the boy could survive the difficulty.

He was even thinking that if the young man could survive it, it would not be impossible for him to be used as a substitute for that, "Lord Mozun", as long as he woke up.

After a long time, Bai Chuansu's fever not only failed to subside, but instead started talking nonsense.

"Lord Mozun..."

"Asu hurts so much..."

"Don't ignore me... don't leave..."

Zhao Yangshun was so distressed by the unexplained nonsense that he even began to hate the, "Lord Mozun," in the young man's mouth.

What kind of bastard made the young man so sick and still obsessed with him.

Seeing the young man waving his hands randomly because of the high fever, Zhao Yangshun remembered that he had seen somewhere that he could use his body to cool down a feverish person.

He took off his clothes and ran outside to soak in the rain. The cold rain quickly lowered the surface temperature of Zhao Yangshun's body.

He ran to the young man's side, hesitated for a while, and then took off the other man's clothes. The flawless white body dazzled Zhao Yangshun's eyes for a moment. Following the young man's warning, Zhao Yangshun's eyes flashed with determination, and he hugged the young man and used his cold body to cool down the feverish boy.

Soon, Zhao Yangshun's body temperature rose. He covered Bai Chuansu with a quilt, rushed out to soak in the rain again, and came back to cool down the boy.

Over and over again, for who knows how long, Zhao Yangshun was exhausted. He dragged his heavy body back and forth into the palace and the courtyard. When the sky was slightly bright, the boy's body temperature seemed not to be that high anymore, and he couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.