Chapter 22.1
Chapter 22.1
Jiang Suizhou decided that Huo Wujiu wasn’t going to poison him to death.
But…Why was he giving him medicine?
He looked at Huo Wujiu suspiciously and stood motionless for a while.
Right at that moment, a breeze blew in from the open window. It was perceptibly a refreshing warm breeze, but it swept the water vapor on Jiang Suizhou’s body and made him cough violently.
He had a hacking cough, probably because his immunity was already poor. Plus, he was drained today, so his body was even weaker.
When he stopped coughing a few moments later, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes in a daze, and through the hazy mist, he found that someone had closed the window.
Huo Wujiu sat under the window reading a book, without raising his eyes.
Jiang Suizhou regulated his breathing before sheepishly heading to the bed and sitting on the edge of it.
…My bed, so comfy!
The bed was spacious; the quilt was thick; the material used was also thick and soft. The mere touch of it made him feel like half of his soul was going to sink in.
Jiang Suizhou was somewhat moved. After all, since his arrival in this world, he still hadn’t experienced what it was like to sleep in bed.
His original intention of excusing himself and letting the handicapped person return to sleep in the bed was thus forsaken.
——Since Huo Wujiu gave it to him, it would be fine for him to sleep for a night. He wasn’t a bully.
With this in mind, he lifted the quilt. As he moved, the tiny object placed on the table caught his eyes again.
His eyes fell on the medicine on the table.
What kind of m-medicine was it?
Jiang Suizhou was totally uncertain. He looked at the medicine, and then looked at Huo Wujiu who did not say a word.
Jiang Suizhou didn’t really want to eat it. After all, he didn’t even know what it was. But he also knew that even if Huo Wujiu wanted to poison him, he would not use such a direct method.
What if Huo Wujiu was well-intentioned, and Jiang Suizhou upset him because he didn’t eat it?
After weighing his options for a moment, Jiang Suizhou still believed in Huo Wujiu’s character and ate the medicine before laying down on the bed.
It was so comfortable. How could there be such a thing as this bed?
Jiang Suizhou was so tired and dizzy that he pulled the covers over him and disappeared into dreamland.
He did not see Huo Wujiu, who was sitting on the couch, quietly staring at him after he drifted off to sleep.
…He looks shrewd, but he dares to take the medicine given by an enemy without knowing what it is.
The medicine he put on the table was exactly the one he brought out of prison. This pill was the most beneficial for boosting qi and blood. He took one in prison when he was disoriented from the pain, hanging on for dear life. A month down the road, he had a few pills left in his hand. Last time, he also used two pills to intimidate Doctor Zhou.
He saw that Jiang Suizhou had fallen into a deep sleep on the bed.
…He’s a bit stupid.
Huo Wujiu raised his hand and extinguished the candle flame at the table.
For a time, the bedroom fell into a quiet darkness, leaving only the window paper blowing in the breeze, quietly drumming.
Huo Wujiu glanced at the window.
…I wonder how he turned so weak like this. A gust of wind that I didn’t even feel could blow the man straight into a coughing fit and cause him to cough up tears.
Jiang Suizhou was in such a condition, yet he was still thinking of protecting him?
——
When Jiang Suizhou woke up the next day, he felt refreshed, feeling like he had never slept so well before.
He didn’t know if it was because of him finally sleeping in a bed or because of the medicine Huo Wujiu gave him. Regardless, Jiang Suizhou woke up this day, feeling that his breath was a lot lighter.
However, the affairs of the Ministry of Rites still needed to be completed.
Jiang Suizhou has studied the ritual system of the Jing Dynasty. He knew how cumbersome it was, but never imagined it to be troublesome to this extent.
It was all because of the emperor’s lavish extravagance.
Recently, due to the need to compare various details, Jiang Suizhou had obtained the previous birthday banquet book records of the emperor.
When the emperor held a banquet in the first year of his accession to the throne, it was less than a year after the death of the former Emperor, and the palace in Lin’an was only half built. It was a time of war and chaos, and the treasury was empty. But even then, the emperor’s birthday banquet was extremely extravagant, twice as much as the previous emperor’s customs.
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