When Long Jiu entered the study again, he saw Feng Xi'er sleeping on the desk.
Long Jiu narrowed his eyes and was about to slap his hand on the empty table, but when he leaned over, he saw clearly her sleeping face. At that moment, he couldn't put his hand down.
Long Jiu came a little closer. The sleeping beauty was breathing lightly, with long black eyelashes and fair cheeks. She slept comfortably, like a good baby.
Because he was lying on his face, his bangs were turned aside, revealing the hideous scar on his forehead. When Long Jiu saw the shocking scar, his heart trembled slightly.
He was a man who had been burned by fire, and Long Jiu had a deep understanding of the feeling of being reborn. But his burn was on his back, which could be covered up, while Feng Xi'er's burn was on his face. Although he had cut his bangs, it couldn't be completely covered. It was still obvious at first glance because he was so naked.
Long Jiu didn't think Feng Xi'er's hideous scar was ugly. On the contrary, Long Jiu thought Feng Xi'er's straight bangs were cute. The temperament adds a lot to the appearance.
But she doesn't seem to care that much about what others think of her.
The world said she was ugly, but she was not heartbroken, just as free and easy.
Feng Xi'er, what kind of woman is she
Long Jiu just looked at Feng Xi'er's sleeping face quietly.
In the silence, Feng Xi'er suddenly let out an uncomfortable murmur.
She looked miserable. Breathing heavily.
Long Jiu leaned down further and felt the hot temperature of Feng Xi'er's body. Long Jiu became anxious and reached out to explore Feng Xi'er's face.
Scorching hot.
Long Jiu quickly grabbed Feng Xi'er's wrist and began to feel her pulse.
It's because of the wind and cold.
Feng Xi'er, like him, has a cold body.
He must have caught the wind and cold because he slept wet in the stable last night.
Long Jiu put down Feng Xi'er's wrist, with a hint of conflict in his eyes. The left side of his heart wanted to help Feng Xi'er cure her illness, but the right side of his heart reminded him that Feng Xi'er was just a waste that that person had given him. Her life or death has nothing to do with him. What's more, this little bit of cold air won't kill him.
At best, it's just a high fever that burns out your brain.
"Ah Jiu... Ah Jiu..." While murmuring, Long Jiu clearly heard Feng Xi'er calling this name.
The strange thing is that after hearing this name, Long Jiu felt a familiar yet strange feeling deep in his heart, very strong and profound. It can mess up his whole heart in an instant.
Long Jiu had an urge to know who the Ah Jiu Feng Xi'er mentioned was? Is it him? Why didn't he have any impression of her
The door was pushed open, and Ziyun came in with black chicken soup.
The noisy door opening woke up Feng Xi'er.
Feng Xi'er opened her eyes reflexively, straightened her body from the desk, and took a few deep breaths. She felt that her head was on fire. Regardless of her physical discomfort, Feng Xi'er stood up from the wooden chair in fear. He stood up, lowered his head and explained in a sincere voice: "I'm very sorry. I was sleepy for a while and took a rest. I will continue to clean the bookcase these days..."
Feng Xi'er was afraid that Long Jiu would be angry first, so she had to turn around quickly and continue to organize the bookcase.
Ziyun put the soup on the empty table and said softly to Long Jiu: "Your Majesty, this time it's black-bone chicken and yam soup. Drink it while it's hot."
Long Jiu picked up the medical book and lay down on the couch, "Leave it and drink it later."
I had no intention of drinking.
Ziyun nodded, looked at Feng Xi'er, and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"
"If you have nothing to do, let her tidy up the bookcases," Long Jiu said calmly.
Nothing to do
Feng Xi'er really wanted to throw the medical book over and smash Long Jiu to death, an inhuman thing.
"Anyway, I'm fine, let me help too." Ziyun said and went over to clean up.
It's too dangerous for me to be alone with this woman.
"Okay, okay, if Concubine Yun has nothing to do, we can come and sort it out together, and we can also read the medical books." Feng Xi'er knew Ziyun's bad intentions, but she didn't care what Ziyun thought, as long as there was one more person to deal with it. She can complete the task sooner.
She was starving.
Looking at the soup cup on the empty table, Feng Xi'er swallowed hard.
She hadn't eaten meat for several days and her mouth felt itchy.
Long Jiu didn't say anything, and Ziyun stayed.
The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.
Feng Xi'er only felt that her mind was getting more and more dizzy. She shook her head vigorously, patted her face, and continued to work.
Ziyun noticed that Feng Xi'er was unusual and asked tentatively: "What's wrong with the eldest lady? Are you okay?"
Feng Xi'er felt that her will could no longer bear it. She couldn't pass out in front of these two people. That would be too shameless.
Thinking of this, Feng Xi'er turned to Long Jiu and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, I want to relieve myself and need to leave for a while."
Long Jiu glanced at Feng Xi'er and noticed something was wrong with Feng Xi'er, and his eyes showed a nervous look unconsciously.
Long Jiu nodded.
Feng Xi'er dropped the rag and walked away. But because of the strong movements, his head felt like pins and needles, and his body shook and he almost lost his balance.
At that moment, Long Jiu's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest.
Feng Xi'er gritted her teeth, tried to stabilize her body, and raised her legs to step out of the threshold. However, when she left the study door, all her strength and will were worn away, and she fell to the ground with a thud.
Long Jiu heard the harsh sound. He quickly put down the medical book, stood up, opened his legs, and walked out, his steps quick. Clearly nervous.
Ziyun looked at Long Jiu's hurried back, and her heart ached. Looking sideways at the soup cup on the empty table, I felt very uncomfortable.
Long Jiu ignored the two contradictory thoughts in his heart, picked up Feng Xi'er and walked to his room.
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Long Jiu took Feng Xi'er back to the room, gave Feng Xi'er antipyretic pills, ordered someone to cook cold-repelling soup, and kept sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Feng Xi'er.
Long Jiu no longer knew what he was doing.
Why do you care so much? That feeling was out of his control and burst out of his mouth.
Long Jiu knew that he really couldn't be cruel to Feng Xi'er, but he didn't want to be tortured by such contradictory feelings.
If you don't dare to face it, then hide it.
Punishing Feng Xi'er didn't feel good at all.
At worst, I won’t see this woman.
Long Jiu stood up and walked away.
The person behind him murmured again, still talking about Ah Jiu, and kept calling this name.
Long Jiu finally calmed down and his heart suddenly became turbulent. This woman...
Long Jiu turned around, wanting to wake Feng Xi'er up, and asked fiercely.
The person on the bed was murmuring and crying, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
The tears you shed are painful to watch.
Feng Xi'er kept murmuring the name Ajiu, and tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Long Jiu felt a throbbing pain in his heart. My mind is in a mess.
damn it.
Like a violent storm, Long Jiu walked to the bed in a few steps and sat on the edge of the bed. He held Feng Xi'er's head and asked angrily: "Whose name did you call?"
Feng Xi'er was confused, her head was heavy, and she couldn't open her eyelids, but her tears flowed uncontrollably. Feng Xi'er just felt that the person shaking her was so warm and gave her a familiar feeling.
Although he shook her roughly.
But she felt no malice.
Drowsily, Feng Xi'er half stood up and ran into Long Jiu's arms with her eyes closed. His little head kept rubbing against Long Jiu's chest.