Shi Qingxue realized that there was an ambiguity in her words and quickly added: "I don't mean to dislike you. It's just that what Jun Yang has is a contagious disease. It's good to have one person to take care of you. There is no need to increase the risk to everyone."
Although she acted meaninglessly, Shi Qingxue was afraid after all.
I had no choice but to get rid of the winter frost early and try to keep other people away from this room.
However, Dongshuang stopped and said with a pinched neck: "That should be taken care of personally by the slave. How can the master be burdened?"
Shi Qingxue glanced at Dongshuang, knowing that she was a stubborn maid, and ordinary reasons would not make sense at all.
So she opened her lips lightly and said in a moderate tone: "My fiancé, is it your turn to take care of me?"
Although the voice was very calm, the content was so bitter that it shocked Dongshuang.
Dongshuang subconsciously waved her hands to deny it before she could react, and explained hastily: "I didn't, slave, just..."
Shi Qingxue blocked Dong Shuang's words again and said forcefully: "No matter what you think, I can't leave my man to another woman to take care of her, do you understand?"
Dongshuang nodded stupidly.
"So now you go out and don't come in without my order, okay?" Shi Qingxue followed the instructions.
Dongshuang nodded obediently, and then followed Shi Qingxue's gesture and went out.
Wei Ziye just came back from explaining the things outside. When he saw Dong Shuang standing at the door with a look of sleepwalking on his face, he couldn't help but be curious, "If you don't wait inside, what are you doing here?"
Dongshuang replied subconsciously: "Liu Niang is afraid that I will steal the man from her."
Wei Ziye's eyes widened and he looked at Dong Shuang with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Only then did Dongshuang realize that there was something wrong with what she said, and quickly explained: "No, that's not what I meant. Liu Niang said that Prince Mo was her fiancé and could only be taken care of by her, so she asked me to help outside."
Dong Shuang said, her thick eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle.
She always felt that there was something wrong with Shi Qingxue's request, but it sounded 'reasonable' and she couldn't refute it.
Wei Ziye and Dong Shuang both had a stubborn temper, and they didn't hear the problem at all. When they heard the words, they just said, "Then you take care of yourself here, I'll wait in the yard, what's the matter?" Just call me."
The two of them happily accepted Shi Qingxue's work arrangement.
Especially Dong Shuang, after accepting Shi Qingxue's words, she felt a trepidation every time she stepped into the door. She tried her best to keep her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, and her ears not hearing what was going on outside her body. He was afraid that his performance would make Shi Qingxue unhappy.
Two days passed in this inexplicable atmosphere. Early on the third day, Mo Junyang slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as Shi Qingxue took Dong Shuang's medicine bowl, she saw the man's pale but peaceful face and his eyes as deep as a pool. She was shocked and almost dropped the medicine bowl with trembling hands.
She quickly held the hand that was holding the medicine and placed the medicine bowl on the stool beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Mo Junyang with bright eyes, as if the person would disappear if she took one less look at him.
"you're awake!"
Shi Qingxue's voice was urgent and loud, and her eyes were as bright as stars.
But after she finished speaking, she suddenly realized how wasteful her words were.
Mo Junyang opened his eyes, but did he wake up
Shi Qingxue blushed in embarrassment, but Mo Junyang didn't mean to laugh at her. Instead, he smiled gently at her and asked softly, "How long have I been unconscious?"
Shi Qingxue's little mouth pouted unconsciously, and she whispered: "You've been sleeping for almost three days, you almost scared me to death, you know?"
No matter how calm she acted in front of others, she didn't know how many times she cried in the dead of night when no one was around.
There were many times when he was afraid that Mo Junyang wouldn't wake up, but he pinched his arm to force himself to calm down and not to panic.
But all the panic, panic, and fear disappeared the moment Mo Junyang woke up, leaving only full of surprises.
Shi Qingxue realized more clearly than ever the importance of Mo Junyang to herself.
It's a pity that she couldn't say these words to Mo Junyangming. She just pursed her lips, carefully helped him sit up, and couldn't wait to tell him what happened in the past few days:
"You don't even know that Yan Xu is so disgusting. He obviously designed to harm you, but he still comes to show condolences every day to show his concern. It's not disgusting."
"And that Xiao Qijun! Didn't he work under Yan Xu before? This time, Yan Xu found out that he was hiding you secretly, and he completely broke up with Yan Xu. You haven't told me how you guessed that Xiao Qijun had a problem. ?”
"Moreover, I have asked Wei Zichao to go back to Kyoto to invite Shen Luo, you..."
"Ahem!"
Shi Qingxue's eloquent narration was interrupted by Mo Junyang's cough, and her voice stopped abruptly. The smile on her face gradually ended when she saw Mo Junyang's pale cheek, and then turned into a stronger smile. Annoyance and loss.
"I'm sorry." Shi Qingxue lowered her head and spoke as softly as a mosquito.
Mo Junyang put down the hand covering his lips and showed a reassuring smile, "I'm fine."
But the reluctance and vulnerability on his face could be seen by any fool.
Shi Qingxue felt even more guilty. How could she be so happy when she saw Mo Junyang wake up that she forgot about the fact that Mo Junyang was still ill - and it was a plague that could kill people - and used it happily like a fool? Those trivial matters bother Mo Junyang!
She is so stupid.
"I won't say anything anymore. Just take the medicine first, and then have a good rest!" Shi Qingxue took the medicine bowl and fed Mo Junyang the medicine.
Mo Junyang didn't know whether it was because he was considerate of Shi Qingxue or because he was really tired, so he said nothing and silently accepted Shi Qingxue's medicine.
After giving the medicine, he asked again: "Am I infected with the plague?"
His tone was as calm as if he was asking, 'Have I eaten today?' '
Shi Qingxue nodded silently and remained silent.
"No wonder!" Mo Junyang showed a look of understanding, and then asked: "What did the doctor say?"
The medicine is in vain, the medicine you are using now is just a breath of relief!
How could Shi Qingxue say such desperate words
Her eyes were red, and crystal tears filled her eyes, but she held back the tears.
She said with an unprecedented certainty and determination: "Mo Junyang, you will be fine! Definitely!"
Mo Junyang stared at Shi Qingxue's face, his expression a little dazed, as if he was distracted by something.
But soon he returned to his normal expression, nodded and smiled, "Yes."
Shi Qingxue nodded harder, as if the harder she worked, the more truthful her words would be.
The two sat facing each other quietly for a while, until Mo Junyang couldn't help coughing again, Shi Qingxue realized that Mo Junyang's physical strength was not as strong as before, and she had to help him lie down.
"You should take a nap first, and we can talk again when you are well rested."
But Mo Junyang waved his hand and refused, "I just woke up, where can I sleep? Please talk to me for a while."
Shi Qingxue felt that what Mo Junyang needed most now was to rest, but she was unwilling to disobey Mo Junyang's wishes. She hesitated and stretched out her hand several times before asking in a low voice: "What did you say?"
"It doesn't matter what you say, I want to hear what you have to say."
Mo Junyang's voice on weekdays was more cold than gentle. Even to Shi Qingxue, it was difficult for him to say sweet words.
But at this time, because of his illness, he was completely relaxed, and both his expression and voice were unbelievably soft.
Such a soft voice reached Shi Qingxue's ears, making her ears turn red and she subconsciously raised her hand to scratch her own ears.
But as soon as her hand touched her ear, she immediately retracted it. She secretly despised herself for being a nymphomaniac even at this time. She was so useless!
When it was her turn, Qingxue couldn't help but imitate Mo Junyang and coughed twice. She tried her best to look serious and said, "Then let me tell you what happened these days..."
“…”
"That's probably what happened, do you understand?"
As if telling a story, Shi Qingxue told Mo Junyang everything that had happened these days.
After saying that, she looked up at Mo Junyang again, only to find that Mo Junyang had fallen asleep leaning on the edge of the bed.
Shi Qingxue's originally beaming expression suddenly became exaggerated, and her eyes dimmed.
She pursed her lips, gently helped Mo Junyang lie down, and pinched the corners of the quilt for him.
Normally, her movements would have been noticed by Mo Junyang so early, but at this time, Mo Junyang fell into a deep sleep.
Seems peaceful and tranquil.
Shi Qingxue realized more clearly than ever that Mo Junyang was really sick.
This was probably the weakest she had ever seen Mo Junyang except when Mo Junyang was dying in his previous life.
But what was different from the confusion in her previous life was that Shi Qingxue felt real heartache this time.
I wish I couldn't replace him with my own body.
But what's the use
No one can replace anyone.
When Mo Junyang woke up again, it was three days later.
It had been five days since Mo Junyang fell into coma for the first time. There was no news from Kyoto. Mo Junyang was still hanging on the old doctor's medicine, as if everything was no different from the beginning.
However, Shi Qingxue could clearly feel that Mo Junyang was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body seemed to have a layer of label called 'fragile'.
It says 'Fragile, handle with care'.
Shi Qingxue became cautious even when touching the other person, for fear of accidentally crushing the person.
Mo Junyang looked completely unconcerned and smiled warmly at Shi Qingxue: "I'm hungry."
These days, the only thing Mo Junyang eats is the sugar water rationed by the old doctor to supplement his body's needs. It would be strange if he is not hungry.
But the old doctor told him that Mo Junyang must not eat at this time, otherwise it will only make Mo Junyang die faster.
Shi Qingxue's nose suddenly became sore, and tears overflowed from her eyes as if she could no longer hold back.
She held Mo Junyang's hand, buried her face in his warm palm, and sobbed one after another: "I'm sorry, Mo Junyang, I'm sorry, I don't know what to do
what do I do? Tell me! I don’t want you to die, so why don’t you die..."