Fu Heng is sick.

It also happened to be the New Year's holiday, His Majesty got the news, pointed to the imperial doctor, and carefully diagnosed, only said that it was a cold wind, but it was a little fierce, and it was necessary to recuperate.

The general's mansion was busy up and down, and Shen Chuchu naturally knew about it for a long time, but she was angry that Fu Heng had suspected her before, and she hadn't seen it.

Cui'er said it several times in front of her, but she was blocked back by her.

But in the middle of the night, she couldn't help but think about what Cui'er had said.

-- The general had not been out of the house all day, and he had hardly eaten the food that had been brought in.

It's been two or three days, why is it still so serious. The housekeeper said that he wanted to hand over the sign to the palace again to invite the imperial doctor, but was stopped by the general.

Shen Chuchu's mind was full of these few words, and she couldn't sleep at all after being tortured. She simply sat up sharply, took her cloak and put it on, and pushed the door out.

Never mind. Shen Chuchu comforted himself in the bottom of his heart, he should be visiting his 'ex-husband'.

She carried the lantern all the way to the main courtyard, and when she was at the door, she felt a little curious, thinking about how there was no palace maid who kept vigil.

Pushing the door in, there was only a dim lamp and candle lit in the room, and the candle flame was flickering and flickering. Shen Chuchu blew out the lantern and put it at the door, tiptoed inside, opened the layers of curtains, and saw the sleeping Fu Heng.

Shen Chuchu bit his lip, leaned over lightly, and saw that Fu Heng seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, and his cheeks were a little red.

Shen Chuchu frowned, he didn't know how these people served, the general was still feverish, and there was not even a handmaid around.

Shen Chuchu turned around and went to find a handkerchief, soaked it in cold water, and applied it to Fu Heng's head.

Just as she turned around and was about to leave, she was suddenly grabbed by Fu Heng's wrist.

"Chu Chu,"

Shen Chuchu paused suddenly.

Fu Heng is calling...... Her name?

The place where her wrist was held was hot and hot, Shen Chuchu froze in place, her eyes were a little sour, and she couldn't help but think in her heart, perhaps, Fu Heng was not calling Chu Chu, but 'Chu Chu'.

Maybe it's his childhood sweetheart's cousin Jiang Chu.

But no matter what she thought, Shen Chuchu didn't leave that night, she moved a chair at random and sat in front of Fu Heng's bed, holding her chin with her hand, and fell asleep in a daze.

A dreamless night.

The next morning, woken up by the chirping birds in the yard, Shen Chuchu opened his eyes and saw a huge pearl hanging down the navy blue bed curtain.

A cool mint smell spreads, and when I look to the side, there is a somewhat familiar and unfamiliar belt next to the pillow.

This is Fu Heng's bed.

The sluggish brain finally turned a corner, Shen Chuchu got up in a panic, and put on the cloak indiscriminately, what was going on, she was going to leave secretly in the early hours of the morning, which was good, why did she sleep on Fu Heng's bed instead.

Shen Chuchu was about to push the door out, and just walked to the door, before his hand touched the door, the door was pushed open.

Fu Heng stood at the door in a simple green shirt, he glanced at Shen Chuchu lightly, "Awake?"

Shen Chuchu lowered his head in shame, "It's not too early, I'll go back first......"

"It's just dawn, it's still early. Fu Heng grabbed Shen Chuchu, who wanted to slip away, "I asked someone to pass breakfast, let's eat together, I just have something to tell you." ”

Shen Chuchu's heart was uneasy, and he reluctantly sat down at the table with a smile.

I thought that the county lord's treatment had improved, but looking at it this way, I still couldn't compare with Fu Heng, fried milk cakes, fried cakes, red bean rolls...... Shen Chuchu's eyes were straight.

Fu Heng on the side glanced at her deeply, "Prepare it casually, I don't know if it suits your appetite." ”

Shen Chuchu nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Fu Heng hooked the corners of his mouth, "Eat." ”

Shen Chuchu quickly took a piece of red bean roll and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he ate hard.

Fu Heng glanced at her, paused, and said as if unintentionally, "Go change your clothes after breakfast, and accompany me to Qingxin Temple in the afternoon." ”

After a pause, Fu Heng added.

"Worship the Buddha. ”