He had a headache when he slept, his whole body was sore and weak. He raised his hand to cover his forehead and frowned and said, "When is it?"

Jiang Chengjia said: "It's already five o'clock in the hour of Xu."

The husband moved, extremely tired and exhausted. She smiled slightly, gently lifted his shoulders, preparing to get him up.

Ning Nanyou was fast, grabbed her slender hands, held up her arms slightly, and naturally pillowed on her legs, squinted her eyes, and said deeply: "I just lie down like this... the candlelight behind is really dazzling... blocking me."

Jiang Chengjia burst out laughing and carefully pushed his shoulder, but he didn't move at all. She shook her head helplessly, and had to let him pillow on her legs and whisper: "Since the candlelight is too bright, I'll just take it farther. How should you take medicine like this?"

"Just feed me... the medicine is very bitter."

He looked like a little boy, and he was a little unreasonable. Jiang Chengjia was ridiculous and laughed. He brought a pottery bowl from the desk, blew the heat, scooped out one spoon after another, and handed it to his mouth to feed it. The man drank the bitter medicine, his expression was a little stiff, and his tongue smacked his lips.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chengjia was quite funny and whispered: "I took some candied fruit. After you finish drinking it, eat it, the bitter taste in your mouth will be better."

Ning Nanyou nestled in her arms, curled her lips slightly, and smiled, "You feed me medicine, no matter how bitter it is, it will become sweet."

Jiang Chengjia snorted, "You will be verbally talking. If you see this, you will probably feel ridiculous."

Ning Nan raised his sword eyebrows and leaned on her legs, feeling more and more comfortable: "I saw it when I saw it. You have taken care of you all night all night... And your current identity is just a doctor's maid. If you live in my house every day, the rumors outside must have been unpleasant. Why bother to care about those?"

Jiang Chengjia curled the corners of his lips and joked: "You are so cool, but I am going to be drowned by those people's spits. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

The husband held her hand tightly, looked up at her and said, "If you really care about others, will you still take care of me here? Fortunately, I have a reputation for being lustful outside. Even if I am seriously injured and bedridden, a romantic talk is not something worth exploring."

Hearing his words, Jiang Chengjia teased: "What you said is normal no matter how you attract bees and butterflies or get flirting with flowers?"

She seemed unhappy, pressing the corners of her lips, as if she was a little jealous. Ning Nanyou smiled slightly and said happily: "Why, I smelled the room, there was a huge sour smell? My little Aluo was unhappy?"

Jiang Chengjia curled her lips and muttered, "Who wants to eat such a jealousy? Don't be self-indulgent."

When the husband heard this, he felt that she was so refreshing and cute in every move, and couldn't help but tease her: "Isn't it true? I didn't know that my Aluo is so virtuous and generous, so how good it is... Another day, I will order Zhao Fuxun two maids with excellent qualifications and beautiful appearance to serve you so that you can relax and rest for a while."

This made the girl angry. She stared at her eyes and raised her palm to hit him, but she was reluctant to let it go. Finally, she patted him on the shoulder and said angrily: "Go! How could you kill the donkey like this? I take good care of you, and I am not so erratic and frivolous after you get rid of your illness!"

Ning Nanyou giggled, and a crisp laugh like a spring striking a stone came from his throat. He pinched her soft palm happily and said mischievously: "To be honest, I do have a few romantic things."

When Jiang Chengjia heard this, he stared at him immediately, frowned and asked, "You dare to say so carelessly in front of me? Are you not afraid of me making trouble with you?"

Ning Nanyou looked at her with great interest and raised his eyebrows, saying, "You are my wife, so of course you should know. Those two girls, one is Shao Yan and the other is A Xiu. They are all beautiful beauties who are fascinating to the whole country."

Jiang Chengjia was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt amused and cried. He spat and said, "You have opened your mouth and are so greasy!"

The young couple were fucked, as if they had endless things to say.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the moon was brighter. It was hanging by the window, shining light, shining on the trees in the yard, and mottled shadows were printed. Slight footsteps came from the grass outside the yard. Just as the boy and girl were grinding his ears, a soft call suddenly sounded outside the window: "Lord!"

Jiang Chengjia was startled and looked at the window, and saw a head appearing from the light, staring at them with eyes.

Ning Nanyou supported himself with his arms and sat up a little, leaned on the girl's arm, looking up.

Zhao Fu secretly poked into the window and looked at the situation in the room. Looking at the candlelight, he saw two figures appearing in the tent. So he immediately blushed, hurriedly shyly shyly, "I am, my subordinate, I am abrupt... I hope the lord and my daughter will forgive me."

There was no movement in the room, and Zhao Fu did not dare to look at it anymore, so he could only hide under the wall and be autistic. Jiang Chengjia and Ning Nanyou looked at each other, and each burst into laughter, and at the same time shouted softly outside: "General Zhao, you are still standing outside and doing something. Come into the house quickly, don't be afraid of being seen by others."

Zhao Fu listened to the faint call, his nervousness relieved a little. He carefully closed his eyes, turned over the windowsill, and jumped into the room. He covered his face with his sleeves, and never dared to look forward, and walked to the bed tent slowly.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengjia couldn't help laughing and said, "What did General Zhao do like this? It's like something shameful about me and the Lord?"

Zhao Fu lowered his head, looked panicked and embarrassed, saying, "I... I don't have this intention, I'm just afraid of abruptness."

Ning Nanyou said, "Are you going to talk to me like this? Since you have entered the house, don't be so restrained. I have something to ask you for detailed inquiries. You have to straighten your body and answer my words, right?"

Zhao Fu laughed dryly, put down his sleeves tremblingly, raised his eyes secretly, and looked quietly. He saw that although the men and women were sitting next to each other in the tent, they were dressed neatly and there was nothing wrong with it. Then he felt relieved.

He bent over and bowed, and asked the two masters to bow and said, "I have met the lord and the marquis, and have met the marquis's wife."

Ning Nanyou was pillowing in Jiang Chengjia's arms, his breath was weak and his voice was low. He waved his hand to Zhao Fu and said, "No need to be polite, get up. I ordered you to come late at night, just want to ask one thing. After Deng Qing left the border town of the Northland, have you found a clear and thin boy in the dungeon in the Mansion of the General of the Protector?"

Zhao Fu was stunned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up, shook his head and said, "After taking over the Protectorate's Mansion, I have never seen any young men from prison. They are strong men in their thirties..."

Ning Nanyou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became uneasy and muttered to himself: "Isn't it true?"

Jiang Chengjia observed his expression and frowned silently.

Zhao Fu shook his head with great certainty and said, "I have never seen such a young man? Maybe... can the husband know his appearance, can he draw a sketch to let his subordinates identify it?"

Ning Nanyou lowered his eyes for a moment, and then said, "Well, if you ask you to identify it out of thin air, it is indeed inappropriate."

After saying this, he raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Chengjia, and said softly: "A Luo... You have seen that boy, Crescent, and you should know his appearance. Why not make a painting on the spot and let Zhao Fu take a look?"

The girl was a little surprised and asked, "What you are going to ask is Crescent Moon?"

Ning Nanyou nodded. Jiang Chengjia suddenly realized and agreed, "I know, so I'll prepare paper and ink."

Zhao Fu didn't know who the Crescent Moon was, and he looked confused and stared at the boy and girl blankly.

Jiang Chengjia gently pulled out his arm, held Ning Nanyou carefully leaned on the soft pillow beside him, got off the couch, and walked out of the screen. She took out a piece of ink and silk from her ear room, ran back quickly, spread it on the desk, and hurriedly started drawing in front of Zhao Fu.

Her painting speed is very rare, but the ink falls is very lively, and it is outlined in a few strokes, lifelike. Zhao Fu leaned over quietly, staring at the half-made painting on the desk, and looking at the boy's eyes on the painting, he always felt very familiar.

Soon, he suddenly clicked and said in surprise: "These eyes are not... the personal servant around Deng Qing - A Xiao? Lord, after you and the Queen left from the north last year, this young man named A Xiao followed Deng Qing into and out of the military camp at all times..."

"A Xiao?" Ning Nan said suspiciously. He lowered his head and felt strange. He thought: Didn't Deng Qing discover that A Xiao was pretending to be Yueya? He even brought him close to him? Is the news that Ji Xianzhi told him was not accurate?

Jiang Chengjia listened with his ears, but the pen and ink in his hand did not stop. The candlelight on the table was dim, the wick exploded twice, the halo swayed, and even the figure printed on the wall moved.

But after a moment, she put down her pen and handed it to Zhao Fu with silk and looked carefully: "General Zhao... Look, this is the boy that Junhou is looking for."

Zhao Fu pinched the silk and looked at it carefully. He always felt very familiar, but he had never seen this face before.

He said, "The boy's eyes are so similar to A Xiao. However, his appearance is very different."

Ning Nanyou leaned on the couch, looked towards the direction of the desk, and asked in detail: "So... can you tell me what abnormal behavior does this A Xiao next to Deng Qing do on weekdays?"

"This..." Zhao Fu paused, frowned, tried to recall it, and said, "A Xiao and Deng are inseparable from the situation. I have never seen him go alone. Speaking of which, there is indeed something strange. Thinking about it, A Xiao seems to be particularly afraid of Deng Qing, and his body is weak, as if he is sick. Deng Qing is also cold to him, and he doesn't care about the friendship between master and servant."
Chapter completed!