Lu Zhishan held Mu Nanzhi's hand and felt that Mu Nanzhi's hand was not cold. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, shook off his cloak, covered Mu Nanzhi in it, and hugged her as he walked inside. On the other hand, he said: "It's not very good."
"Then what did Imperial Physician Qin say?" Mu Nanzhi asked with a frown. She entered the hall. She followed the man and helped him hang up the cloak and brocade robe that he had taken off. She also threw a hot handkerchief to them. Lu Zhishan asked, "Why did it suddenly become worse?"
"Last night, Long Live Master suddenly woke up and kept screaming and talking nonsense in bed. Eunuch Zhao was so frightened that he quickly invited the Qin Imperial Physician into the palace." Lu Zhishan wiped his face and threw away the handkerchief. He went back and pulled Mu Nanzhi into the Nuan Pavilion. The two sat across from each other. Lu Zhishan reached out and poured a cup of tea to drink. He paused and then said, "It's just that when Doctor Qin arrived, Long Live Master fainted again." In the past, just after this ordeal, Mr. Long Live became even more weak. He sweated all night and was trembling all over. He felt better in the morning, but Doctor Qin said that Mr. Long Live might not be able to survive more than a few days. "
Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan's deep face and didn't know what to say for a moment. She walked over, sat next to Lu Zhishan, held the man's hand, and whispered: "Cousin..."
"It's okay," Lu Zhishan touched his lips and turned his hand to hold Mu Nanzhi's hand, "I've always been prepared."
Mu Nanzhi looked at the gentle smile on the man's face, and felt more and more uncomfortable. He couldn't find anything to say anymore. He moved inward and got into Lu Zhishan's arms. Lu Zhishan took him She hugged her, and Mu Nanzhi breathed out softly and said, "Cousin, do you hate Long Live Lord?"
Lu Zhishan didn't answer. He put his chin on Mu Nanzhi's shoulder and closed his eyes.
He was very tired. He didn't feel tired after running around the palace all day. But as soon as he got home and returned to the children, he felt extremely tired and didn't want to move.
"Cousin, would you like to go to bed and sleep?" Mu Nanzhi listened to Lu Zhishan's long breathing and knew that he was sleepy. She felt really sorry for him, fearing that he would be uncomfortable like this.
"I'm not sleeping, I haven't eaten dinner yet..." Lu Zhishan straightened up, rubbed his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse.
"I won't eat. I had a late lunch. I'm not hungry at all now. I just feel sleepy and uncomfortable." Mu Nanzhi said hurriedly, while putting his arms around Lu Zhishan's neck and saying coquettishly, "Cousin, don't eat late. After dinner, okay? Just rest with me now, okay?”
"Okay." Lu Zhishan leaned over and kissed the tip of Mu Nanzhi's round nose, and immediately carried her into the bedroom.
Lu Zhishan fell asleep quickly, and even though he was crying sleepy, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Mu Nanzhi turned her face sideways and looked at the sleeping man without blinking. She had been looking at this sleeping face for six years, but she never got tired of it. The man was sleeping deeply, but his brows were furrowed. The word "Chuan" means that the man is already thirty-eight years old after all. He is really not young anymore. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes are more numerous and denser than before. Naturally, he cannot be compared with young people, especially this year. The men go out early and come back late all day long. They are more than ten times more tired than in previous years. The older ones are even faster. The lines that used to be only visible when smiling are now so obvious even when they are asleep.
Mu Nanzhi's fingertips gently covered the man's eyebrows, rubbing them gently. The man's expression gradually relaxed, and the word "Chuan" also faded. Mu Nanzhi's fingers moved from his eyebrows. It slid down, along the man's nose, and landed on the man's somewhat dry lips.