I failed again

Chapter 303 All Follow the Master's Arrangements

Song Shujing leaned on Mo Hanqi, feeling his hands cleaning his body. His body trembled slightly and his ears were so red that they almost bled.

Although they had already slept together, he had lost consciousness due to the effects of the drugs and had no memory of what happened afterwards. It was completely different from what he is doing now.

He is awake now and can clearly feel the man's movements.

Mo Hanqi glanced at Song Shujing's red ears, lowered his head and gently touched Song Shujing's ears with his lips. Song Shujing's body trembled, and all the muscles in his body almost stiffened.

Mo Hanqi stretched out his other hand and gently patted Song Shujing on the back, "Relax, don't be nervous."

With Mo Hanqi's comfort, Song Shujing slowly relaxed.

After cleaning Song Shujing, Mo Hanqi brought his own underwear for him to wear. "I don't have your clothes here. Wear mine first. I'll arrange for someone to bring your clothes over later."

Song Shujing nodded stiffly to show that he understood.

Mo Hanqi carried Song Shujing out, put him on the bed, turned around, went to the cabinet, took out a bottle of ointment and walked over.

Mo Hanqi gently patted Song Shujing's thighs and said, "Open them, I'll help you apply the medicine."

Hearing this, Song Shujing squeezed his legs together, his face almost burning red, "No, no need..."

"Be good, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't apply medicine." Mo Hanqi said as he forcefully spread his legs and applied medicine on him. Then, he tidied his clothes and covered him with a quilt.

Song Shujing clenched the quilt beneath him and lowered his head, not daring to look at Mo Hanqi.

After Mo Hanqi put the ointment back and washed his hands, he called for the servants to serve the meal.

Considering that Song Shujing was not feeling well and it was inconvenient for him to get out of bed, Mo Hanqi took the meal brought by the servants and sat by the bed to feed Song Shujing.

At first, Song Shujing tried to do it himself, but after being silently rejected by Mo Hanqi several times, he gave up and obediently ate the food that Mo Hanqi fed him.

After feeding Song Shujing, Mo Hanqi tucked the quilt for Song Shujing again, "You take a rest first, I'll go out and take care of some things and come back later."

Song Shujing nodded and watched Mo Hanqi leave.

Song Shujing was lying on the bed. He didn't want to sleep, but his body was too tired. He fell asleep after a while and entered into a dream.

In the dream, his aunt had not been banished to the cold palace, the Li family had not lost power, his father had not revealed his true face, his mother had not been angered to death, and he was still that beloved child.

In the dream, he was holding his mother’s hand and playing in the garden, looking carefree.

The next second, the dream changed abruptly. His mother died and his father made his concubine his wife. He was treated harshly in the mansion, not having enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear. For a bite of food, he could only beg the servants in the kitchen humbly and suffered torture.

It was Anfu and Anyuan who suddenly came to his side and protected him, helped him deal with those arrogant servants, and conjured up food and clothes for him from nowhere, making his life in the marquis's mansion less difficult.

As they spent time together day and night, he almost treated Anfu and Anyuan as his own family members.

The dream changed again. In Jingxin Temple, he watched Anfu and Anyuan being killed by a group of men in black in order to protect him. He was powerless to do anything. Before he could even run away, he was knocked unconscious and captured by the men in black.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a carriage with his hands and feet tied, and he didn't know where he was being taken.

When those people saw that he woke up, they knocked him out again. He was not awake for much time along the way.

When he regained consciousness, he no longer knew where he was. He only knew that he was locked in a cage, and only occasionally someone would bring him food to prevent him from starving to death.

I don't know how long it was before several people suddenly came, took him out of the cage, cleaned him, put a piece of gauze that could not cover anything on him, and then locked him back in the cage.

The cage was covered with a black cloth and was lifted up. He didn't know where he was being taken and he prayed anxiously along the way.

Unfortunately, God did not hear his prayers. The cage was lowered and the black cloth was lifted. Song Shujing blinked as his eyes were not used to the sudden light. He saw that the people below the stage looked like beasts that had been hungry for days. They glanced at his body with lustful eyes, as if they wanted to pounce on him and eat him up.

The faces of the people in the audience suddenly became bizarre, which made Song Shujing shudder. In his ears was the sound of them bidding...

Song Shujing woke up suddenly, his whole body soaked with cold sweat. He supported himself with his hands and sat up. It took him a long time to calm down.

Song Shujing stared blankly at the bed curtain, various images flashing through his mind, including the image of his mother's death, the image of An Fu and An Yuan being killed, and the image of people bidding at the auction...

Song Shujing put his hand on his forehead and felt a splitting headache.

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door, but Song Shujing ignored it. The only person who would come over at this time was the man who took the photo of him.

Song Shujing was suddenly stunned. He realized only now that even though he had been forced to stay by the man's side, he still didn't know the man's name, surname, or identity.

And that person didn't mention it on his own initiative.

While he was stunned, Song Shujing fell into a warm embrace.

"Do you have a headache? I'll call a doctor to come and check on you." As soon as Mo Hanqi came in, he saw Song Shujing holding his forehead in pain. He hurried to Song Shujing's side and hugged him. When he hugged him, Mo Hanqi realized something was wrong. Why did Song Shujing look so wet and sticky? "Why are you sweating so much?"

Song Shujing looked up, and after noticing the obvious worry and concern in Mo Hanqi's eyes, he was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare, no need to call a doctor."

"Really?" Mo Hanqi looked at Song Shujing's slightly pale face and said, "Let's ask the doctor to come and take a look."

Soon, the doctor was brought over by Ye Yu.

After the doctor took Song Shujing's pulse, he bowed to Mo Hanqi and said, "Master, this young man was originally in poor health, with weak heart and spleen, and he was frightened recently, which is why he has so many dreams. It's not a big deal. The more serious disease is the weak heart and spleen, which requires long-term conditioning and is extremely difficult to cure. Master, you have to be more attentive in the future."

"Yes." Mo Hanqi nodded and asked, "How should I treat it?"

"I will prescribe some medicine for this young master to take daily, and combine it with acupuncture..." the doctor said, "This young master's daily diet needs to be light, and he can eat more foods with warming and tonic effects, such as red dates, yam, etc., or eat blood and flesh products that nourish yang and yin essence..."

Mo Hanqi wrote down the doctor's instructions one by one, and then asked Ye Yu to take the doctor downstairs to get a prescription and medicine.

After the doctor left, Mo Hanqi looked at Song Shujing on the bed and said, "Your clothes are wet and uncomfortable. I'll help you change."

As he spoke, Mo Hanqi took a cloth and wiped Song Shujing's body again, then helped him change his underwear.

Song Shujing didn't say a word the whole time. Not only was it time-consuming and laborious to take care of one's body, but the daily consumption of Chinese medicine alone was a considerable expense. He didn't expect that the man in front of him would ask without hesitation, "How should I take care of myself?" and listen attentively to the doctor's instructions.

Is it necessary? It's just a toy, is it necessary to spend that much time to take care of its health?

Song Shujing looked at Mo Hanqi with doubt in his eyes. His lips moved twice, and finally he said, "Sir, you don't have to spend your time, energy and money to treat me..." When he got tired of playing with her and let her go back to the Marquis' Mansion, she would not have any extra money to continue buying medicine for treatment.

It's better not to bother with it in the first place.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mo Hanqi, "Why is it not necessary? How can you accompany me if you are not in good health? Are you going to leave me alone?"

Song Shujing's eyes widened in shock at Mo Hanqi's words. Did he just mean that he wanted her to stay by his side forever?

But didn’t he promise me that he would send me back to the mansion when I got tired of playing?

I must have misunderstood him, Song Shujing thought. He must have meant that I was not in good health and could not serve him better or do that kind of thing with him.

Song Shujing, who had figured it out, lowered his slender eyelashes and hummed softly, "I will follow your arrangements, sir."