Chapter 90 A Bad Habit
Yan Qing didn't fall asleep, but Wen Jin fell asleep first.
She turned her head slowly and looked at the man curled up quietly beside the bed. He was probably very tired these two days and was sleeping soundly now.
Yan Qing felt complicated for a while.
This man never felt safe. From the first day she rescued him, he was like a little beast who was worried about gains and losses, always looking for her figure inadvertently.
Yan Qing couldn't sleep at this time, and couldn't help but recall the childhood scene. She always felt that what happened in those years seemed to have not passed for a long time. When the scenes appeared in front of her, the pictures were so clear and made people feel... a little nostalgic.
The seeds of doubt in her heart disappeared unconsciously. Yan Qing laughed at herself a little. She must have owed Wen Jin a lot of debts in her previous life, so she came to pay off the debts in this life.
Look at him sleeping peacefully like a newborn baby now. How can he be a powerful official?
If Yan Chen knew that this person had gone to great lengths to create the illusion of suppressing the rebellion, but was now sleeping so harmlessly in the Temple of the Son of God of Chu, I wonder if he would still be able to sleep?
Yan Qing sighed silently, folded his hands behind his head, and couldn't help but start thinking about how to treat Wen Jin in the future.
Some ideas vaguely came to mind, but Yan Qing always felt that it was too mysterious. Could it be that people could be reborn after death? If you hold a grudge, you can start over again?
It was incredible that it happened to herself. If even Wen Jin experienced it again, she would inevitably doubt whether there was a hand in the dark controlling the fate of everyone in the world?
If Wen Jin had no memories of the past, how to explain his always regretful expression and his recent frequent out-of-control emotions?
Yan Qing turned her head and stared at Wen Jin's face when he was asleep.
Some things are indeed strange.
This person always seems to have nightmares when sleeping alone. During the seven years in Suzaku City, there was almost no exception. He often woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night, his face was pale, cold sweats were dripping, and there was panic and anxiety in his eyes.
Yan Qing was also a child at the beginning, and always felt that he was too weak. At first, he could understand that he had nightmares, but he became a little impatient when it happened too many times, and sometimes even thought that he was pretending, so he deliberately found something for him to do.
At night, he learned to make tea, learn to play the piano, or play chess with the chess master.
He made blisters on his hands from making tea, and his fingertips were worn out from playing the piano.
She just made harsh demands. It was his business whether he could do it or not. If he couldn't do it, there would be punishment for not doing it.
Although under the harsh requirements, a nobleman who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was indeed cultivated, the difficulty of that level was indeed too difficult for him.
It was rare that he never said a word and endured them one by one.
It seemed that as long as he was not left alone, any harsh requirements could be met.
Slowly, he would automatically touch the outside of her bedroom, or lean against the pillars, or lean against the door, and sometimes stay under the window.
He would stay there for a whole night, without any noise or noise, and quietly.
Yan Qing was still soft-hearted at that time, and couldn't bear to see him like this, so he acquiesced to his approach step by step, and installed a screen in the bedroom to separate the inner and outer rooms, and put a bed in the outer room.
Probably at that time, they were young and didn't have too complicated thoughts. In addition, Yan Qing had been exiled since childhood, and he didn't even care about the rules of men and women not being close to each other. He only knew that after the boy lived in the same room with her, his nightmares improved a lot.
But there was a bad habit.
He didn't like to sleep in his own bed, and often touched the edge of her bed unconsciously, just curled up and slept on the edge of the bed all night.
It was okay in spring and summer, but in autumn and winter, I often saw him with a blue face when I woke up in the morning. It was useless to scold or beat him, and he would still touch her at night.
Yan Qing later thought that the reason why she always slept lightly was caused by Wen Jin's bad habit.
Seven years is neither long nor short, and it almost occupied the entire youth.
There were too many things that happened in seven years. Now if I really want to recall them, how can a whole night be enough?
As Yan Qing thought about it, she gradually felt sleepy and fell into a light sleep again.
The next day, Wen Jin woke up when the sky turned pale outside.
He opened his eyes and looked up at the empty bed. His thoughts froze for a moment, and then his face turned pale. He suddenly stood up and was about to walk out.
Who knew that his body, which had been curled up all night, was stiff and sluggish, and he couldn't stand such a violent movement. His legs were numb, and before he took a step, his body staggered and fell awkwardly at the head of the bed.
Bang!
Wen Jin's head hit the pillar heavily.
Coincidentally, Yan Qing walked in from outside, and when he saw this embarrassing and unexpected scene, his expression was subtle for a moment.
"What are you doing?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "Will bumping your head make you more awake?"
Wen Jin felt dizzy for a moment, but when he heard Yan Qing's voice, his heart instantly settled down.
Holding the bedpost and standing up with difficulty, Wen Jin said in a low voice: "Your Highness."
The numbness in his legs had not yet passed, so Wen Jin tried to rub it, waiting for the numbness to pass.
"You really impressed me." Yan Qing walked into the inner hall, his eyebrows slightly raised, "In just a few days, you have completely destroyed the temperament and cultivation that you have cultivated for seven years."
Wen Jin pursed his lips, unable to defend himself.
"I remember that you have changed your habit of sleeping on the edge of the bed. When did it come back to life?"
Wen Jin lowered his eyes, like a child who made a mistake: "I know I am wrong."
"Admit your mistakes, and then continue to make them." Yan Qing raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "I really should correct your behavior."
When Wen Jin heard this, a miraculous warmth flashed through his heart. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the face he had been thinking about day and night. His tone was particularly gentle: "The atmosphere in the imperial city is not good. I have contracted many bad habits that I shouldn't have. I hope Your Highness will take the trouble to rectify them."
The look of him expecting her to rectify them made Yan Qing not know how to react for a while.
I have never seen anyone who wants to be rectified so much.
Knowing that she is as hard as iron, he is really not afraid of death.
"Okay." She nodded, with a slightly cold and ruthless expression, "When we return to Suzaku City, I will rectify your bad habits."