Chapter 121 Storm Clouds Gathering

When Pan Yueqing woke up, it was already late at night. In her hallucination, she smelled the aroma of hot and sour noodles, and her stomach involuntarily rumbled. She weakly propped herself up on the ground and sat up. Lifting her eyes, she saw Qi Sian, dressed in black clothes, squatting at the door and taking a slurp of the noodles in the bowl.

"…"

Pan Yueqing felt that she not only had bad judgment but might also be silenced. She really couldn't figure out why Qi Sian had become like this. If she had determined before that he was a cold-blooded viper, now he should be a viper with a mental problem. At the moment, she clenched her left hand into a fist and coughed softly in front of her mouth.

"You're awake." Qi Sian's movements paused, and he didn't turn his head. His tone didn't carry a hint of polite questioning but rather exuded certainty: "I asked someone to cook some porridge for you. You can have a little later."

The glutton in her stomach was lured out by the pungent smell. Upon hearing about the porridge, her stomach rumbled in protest. Pan Yueqing lowered her head in embarrassment: "Okay." Looking at the dark sky outside the window, she subconsciously asked: "What time is it now? What happened to me? And the Western City District…"

"You were overworked from running around, and the stagnant irritable qi was hard to disperse, so you got heatstroke. You've been asleep for a day and a night." Qi Sian wiped his mouth, placed the bowl on the table, naturally blocked the door and took the porridge brought by Canghe. After sending the person away, he naturally sat on the edge of Pan Yueqing's bed. The porridge was steaming, with green vegetables, salted cowpeas, and beaten eggs floating in it. His eyes and brows were gentle. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and held it in front of Pan Yueqing: "It's not hot anymore."

Pan Yueqing stared at this familiar scene, but her hand hidden under the quilt unconsciously clenched tightly.

Her thoughts were like a tide, taking her back to the Changyan Army in Saibei in her previous life.

The wind and frost were so sharp that they cut her face. She woke up from the pain and darkness. After the fog cleared, she finally saw the outline of the person in front of her clearly. Qi Sicheng's frown suddenly relaxed the moment he saw her wake up. He was almost overjoyed to the point of crying. He turned his back and brought the still-warm porridge on the table to her. The tenderness in his eyes couldn't be faked: "Great. I asked someone to make porridge for you. Quickly fill your stomach a little."

Pan Yueqing lowered her head and bit her lower lip, revealing the slightly ferocious scar on her face from her hair.

When did she think that Qi Sicheng was someone worthy of entrusting her whole life to?

Even now, in this rebirthed life, whenever Pan Yueqing thought about this question, she couldn't help but think of that bowl of plain porridge that had no other taste except the fragrance of rice. But who could have thought that the complexity of life's five flavors initially started with tastelessness.

"Yueqing? What's wrong?" Qi Sian saw Pan Yueqing's dazed look and asked in a hurry. He was even afraid that in the next breath, Pan Yueqing would roll her eyes and faint again.

"…" Pan Yueqing suddenly came back to herself from the abyss of memories. She looked at Qi Sian blankly and then cleared her throat: "Leave it. I can eat it myself."

Qi Sian didn't agree. In his opinion, what Pan Yueqing said was definitely an act of bravado: "No, you're too weak now. Be obedient… Be good… Just for this meal. When you're better, you can eat however you like, and I won't stop you."

"You…" Pan Yueqing felt an inexplicable sense of displeasure. She raised her eyes and stared angrily at Qi Sian. However, Qi Sian was used to seizing the right moment. The moment Pan Yueqing opened her mouth, he stuffed the porridge at the right temperature into her mouth. The light and slightly salty porridge slid down her throat into her esophagus, instantly arousing her hunger.

Qi Sian smiled: "Is it delicious?"

"Don't tell me you made this yourself." Pan Yueqing was a bit Cry and laughter. She was so hungry that she didn't want to argue with Qi Sian about whether he should feed her or she should eat by herself. She took one bite after another, and soon the bowl was empty.

"You can say so." Qi Sian put down the bowl. He picked the green vegetables himself, found the salted cowpeas himself, and the eggs were wild eggs he picked up in the barren mountains and wild fields.

Pan Yueqing sneered, half-disbelieving: "I don't believe it."

"It doesn't matter." Qi Sian wasn't annoyed either: "You just need to know that this is the first time I've fed someone."

Pan Yueqing naturally didn't believe it. She had heard so many stories about Qi Sian before, such as him lingering among beautiful women, or him keeping more than a hundred Persian slave girls… As the unrivaled playboy in the entire capital city, she didn't believe that this was Qi Sian's first time feeding someone. It was probably just a way for him to court girls: "No wonder. Your actions are so rough."

"…" Unexpectedly, Qi Sian said seriously: "I'll be more careful next time." He saw Pan Yueqing leaning against the wall, looking hesitant to speak. He immediately thought that she was probably worried about the affairs of the Western City District again. So he didn't plan to give her a chance to speak: "You don't have to worry. After the old man Bai made an example of someone in the Western City District before, everyone there is very obedient."

"The plague…" Pan Yueqing opened her mouth slightly, and Qi Sian handed her a refined green plum: "Don't worry about this either. Yang Lin will handle it, and that little doctor. They cooperate very well."

Pan Yueqing accurately caught the change in Qi Sian's tone when he mentioned Yang Lin. She was immediately puzzled and asked: "Why do you dislike Mr. Yang so much?"

"He…" Qi Sian looked up at Pan Yueqing and let out a dejected sigh: "Forget it. The story is too long. I'll tell you when there's time."

He leaned closer and gently stroked Pan Yueqing's head in a somewhat affectionate manner. He smiled faintly: "I'm leaving now. You should rest more."

Pan Yueqing sat where she was, frowning and looking up: "You're injured again." The smell of blood that rushed towards her as Qi Sian approached couldn't be hidden by this black brocade robe.

Qi Sian's smile froze subconsciously, and then he raised a more roguish smile: "Are you concerned about me?"

"…"

"I'm fine." Seeing that Pan Yueqing remained silent, Qi Sian laughed heartily, stood up, and walked away. He was even kind enough to close the door.

Pan Yueqing frowned and stared at his back. A strange feeling filled her heart, and her thoughts drifted unconsciously. The candlelight in the glazed lampshade was sparkling, and the hazy light reflected in her eyes, as if she had once again touched the hidden pain in her heart in the indistinct illusion. When she came back to herself again, she slowly exhaled the turbid air in her heart: "Someone, bring me a basin of water."

Canghe pushed the door open and brought in a basin of clear water. She was always quick in her actions. Holding the basin, she knelt in front of Pan Yueqing's bed. Without waiting for anything else, Pan Yueqing directly immersed her face in the cold water, feeling a jolt of stimulation.

"What exactly happened?" Pan Yueqing asked, raising her eyes after she was completely awake.

Canghe lowered her eyebrows, and there was no abnormal expression on her face: "It's nothing. Miss, don't be too tired." After saying that, she offered the towel on her arm.

Pan Yueqing's hand holding the towel paused for a moment. There was still water on her face. She raised her eyes and looked sharply at Canghe: "Hm?"