My Three Kingdoms is not right

Liu Xun's consciousness was fluctuating, like a small boat tossed about on a stormy sea.

Sometimes it felt like my body had been thrown into a furnace, with my limbs and bones burning; other times it felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, so cold that my teeth were chattering.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

In his drowsy state, he heard some sounds.

It sounded like it was coming from a very far place, or like it was coming through a thick wall.

"It's been burning for several days..."

"What did the gentleman say...?"

"...My lord, I've already vomited up all the medicine."

"...Drag him out and behead him!"

……

Someone was moving him; the strong bitter taste on his tongue; the jolting of the carriage; the stinging pain of being pricked by needles…

Someone sat beside him, and a slender, gentle hand always held his.

"Liu Xun, you're not allowed to die!"

The voices around him seemed to come from near and far, but he couldn't make out who they were...

Then came a long darkness. No dreams, no sounds, nothing at all.

When he woke up again, he felt the light.

It was the sunlight streaming in through the window, carrying a soft, warm glow. Falling on my eyelids, it was a gentle, orange-red.

Then he felt the needle pricks.

It wasn't painful, but rather a slight, tingling, soreness.

The brief two or three movements activated a certain power within him, which slowly circulated through his meridians.

He unconsciously frowned.

"No need to open your eyes, relax, Your Highness will recover quickly."

A reassuring voice sounded in my ear.

Liu Xun's consciousness was like being soaked in warm water; he was clearly more awake, but his body was still trapped in the inertia of sleep.

Then he felt a warm hand on his back.

A warm current seeped in from where the palm was pressing, like a warm river, flowing slowly down his back and spreading to his limbs.

Wherever that warm current reached, the chill in the body was gradually dispelled, and the stiff muscles slowly relaxed.

Very comfortable.

He almost groaned out loud.

The hand lingered on his back for a long time, so long that he drifted off to sleep once more.

But this time it wasn't a coma.

There were no nightmares, no burning sensation, no suffocating feeling of consciousness trapped inside his body. He was simply asleep, like an exhausted person sinking into a dreamless slumber.

Stable.

Down-to-earth.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

When Liu Xun opened his eyes, it wasn't fully light yet. The sky outside the window was a pale grayish-blue, like ink dripping into clear water, just beginning to spread.

His head no longer felt heavy, and his body no longer felt cold.

Although my limbs felt weak, the aching pain that seeped from the cracks in my bones had disappeared. My throat wasn't dry, my lips weren't chapped, and I didn't even have the usual bitterness that comes with recovering from a serious illness.

He slowly turned his neck, surveying his surroundings.

Then he froze.

This is my own bed.

The one that was specially made by craftsmen in the Wannian Villa.

The beds of this era were too low, only a dozen centimeters off the ground, causing dampness from the ground to rise directly upwards, leaving you feeling damp while sleeping.

He couldn't stand this when he first transmigrated, so he drew up a design and asked the carpenter to double the height of the bed legs. He then padded them with cattail fluff and loosened reed cattails, sewn them into coarse linen, and made the thickness three to half a palm width.

It's like a Han Dynasty version of a Simmons mattress.

He turned to look at the bed canopy, which was made of the smoky blue linen he had chosen. On the table by the window sat his usual set of ceramic cups.

It truly is a timeless villa!

He is back.

Liu Xun let out a long breath, as if he had escaped from a long nightmare, and the last bit of tension in his body dissipated.

He tried to sit up, supporting himself on the bed frame, and that's when he saw Yang Xiu.

The girl was lying on the edge of his bed, her head resting on her folded arms, fast asleep.

Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks, making her fair face appear even more delicate and beautiful. Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, as if something unsettling her was in a dream. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing even and deep.

The girl had clearly stayed by his side all night.

This noblewoman, who was always elegant and impeccably dressed, looked somewhat disheveled at this moment.

Her clothes were a little wrinkled, and there were a few dark medicine stains on her white cuffs. Her hair was askew, and several silver hairpins hung loosely in her hair, as if they might fall off at any moment.

On the table were an empty medicine bowl, a water basin, and a neatly folded damp cloth. The copper basin still contained about half a basin of water, with a few pieces of dregs of medicine floating on the surface.

Looking at her, Liu Xun felt a surge of tenderness welling up in his heart.

I never expected her to be able to take care of people.

As he thought this, his gaze fell on her profile and he suddenly couldn't look away.

Morning light filtered through the cracks in the window, falling on her face and outlining her features softly and hazily. The shadows of her eyelashes fell beneath her eyes, highlighting the smooth, beautiful lines of her nose. Her lips were slightly pouting due to her sleeping position, glistening with a hint of moisture.

So lovely.

Just then, Yang Xiu's lips twitched slightly, and a small bubble slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Transparent, slightly glistening bubbles trembled gently with her breath, clinging to the corners of her lips, opening and closing.

Liu Xun: "..."

That's hilarious!

As Liu Xun smiled, a slight tremor suddenly stirred in his heart.

He could hear his own heart pounding.

The girl slept so soundly and so unguardedly, like a cat curled up beside its owner's bed, revealing its most vulnerable side without reservation.

Liu Xun took a deep breath and turned his head.

It's no longer watchable.

Do not look at what is improper. The young lady is taking care of you without taking off her clothes, but you are thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

Liu Xun tried to calm himself down.

But that little bubble hanging from the corner of my mouth is like something etched into my retina; I just can't get rid of it.

calm.

Calm down my ass.

He suddenly remembered something.

I kissed her.

They not only kissed, but they kissed more than once.

He remembered clearly how soft her lips were, how slender her waist was, and how well-behaved she was when she leaned against him.

clean?

Anyway, it's long gone.

Thinking about this, Liu Xun suddenly stopped worrying.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Xiu again.

The girl was still asleep, the bubble still hanging from the corner of her mouth, trembling slightly with her breath.

His gaze moved from the bubble to her pink lips, from her lips to her slightly trembling eyelashes, and from her eyelashes to her dark hair that fell over her shoulders.

This woman is mine.

The idea, like a spark, rose from the depths of his heart, making his throat tighten.

Liu Xun propped himself up, his body still feeling weak, and slowly moved closer.

I moved very gently, afraid of waking her.

He moved close to her face, close enough to see the curve of her eyelashes, close enough to smell the faint scent of medicine and ink on her body.

Then he lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to the little bubble at the corner of the girl's mouth.

A soft "pop" sound.

The bubble popped.