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Early the next morning, the maid Xue Ling'er knocked on the door again, brought in a plate of pastries, and said softly: "Young Master Moyu, isn't your illness completely cured?" Do you want me to ask a doctor to take a second look? ”

Han Moyu buried his head in the quilt and said, "I'm not sick." I'm sleepy. ”

Xue Ling'er smiled and said, "But it's a coincidence, since the young master of Moyu returned to our cold mansion, the young master of the imperial court has also been sick." He used to be so healthy, and the slave had never seen him drink medicine. Now, I got sick all of a sudden, and I couldn't get up. ”

"Isn't he all right? I saw that his face was much better in the morning, and he was laughing with me. Han Mo got up and asked.

"Hehe, Young Master Moyu is really good. The slave is now at ease. Xue Ling'er smiled slyly, and said with a straight face: "Although there are people taking care of Young Master Yu's side, it is also very worrying. He seemed to be very sick this time, and he had been in a coma. Madame ordered people to find the best doctors in the capital, but no one could see what kind of illness the young master had had. I only heard that it was due to excessive loss of vitality, extreme fatigue, and the pulse was not very stable. ”

"And what about him now? Still asleep? Han Moyu asked.

"Yesterday morning, I was in better spirits, but after breakfast, I started to fall asleep again. No one called or said anything, his body was soft and cold, and everyone was frightened. Madame also stayed up all night without sleeping, watching left and right. It was ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, snow lotus and bird's nest, and it was forcibly poured down several times, and it wasn't until this morning that the young master woke up faintly. But it doesn't look like it used to be......" Xue Ling'er said, her eyes full of sighs.

"I'll take a look." Han Mo said, jumped out of bed, and ran towards Qingfeng Residence.

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The door of Qingfeng Ju's wing room was hidden, and Han Moyu saw two maids through the crack in the door, one lying on the side of the bed, and the other lying on the table, sleeping soundly. I guess the maidservant who came here to accompany me didn't sleep all night last night. Han Moyu gently pushed open the door and crept in.

The gauze tent in front of the bed was ajar, and Han Changyu was lying on the bed, his arms hanging outside the quilt, soft as a woman's arms. Han Moyu approached, looked at Han Changyu's pale face, and stood in a daze for a long time. Han Changyu's face at this moment was very soft and beautiful, like a lily blooming quietly on the cliff, pure, tranquil, and weak.

"What, have you seen enough?" Han Changyu suddenly opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

Han Moyu somehow, suddenly felt a natural compassion surging up, a burst of sadness and pity. "You must be so sick that you must be very uncomfortable, right?" She asked with concern.

"Wow," Han Changyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Someone actually cares about me so much." Really flattered. Go, bring my brother a cup of tea, my brother is thirsty. ”

Han Moyu glanced at him hatefully, "I'm not your servant!" Don't you have two sisters by your side? You also want me to bring tea and water! As he spoke, he walked to the table, picked up the kettle and poured a cup of tea.

"Be quiet. The two of them are still asleep. Don't wake up. Han Changyu took the teacup, "I guess they haven't slept in the past two days since I've been sick, let them sleep a little longer......"

"You're pretty distressed...... What is that idiom called, pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, right......" Han Moyu pouted.

"Why, can't you serve me, the patient? Besides, I'm still your own brother. Remember to stammer with me, I can't lose you anything. Han Changyu raised his eyebrows, "The tea is cold, and it was from last night, I don't drink overnight tea." Go make me a new pot of hot one, and remember to master the heat. Han Changyu frowned, glanced at the teacup, and handed it back.

Han Moyu glanced at Han Changyu hatefully, and said in his heart: Some are good to drink, and they are picky! When we were in the countryside, when there was a dry day, we dug a big cellar in the low-lying part of the village, and when it rained, the muddy water mixed with the dirt flowed into this cellar, and just like that, everyone rushed to line up to get water from this cellar. It's good to be able to drink it, but it doesn't matter if it's dirty or not.

Now, to make tea for your eldest young master, the requirements are so high. It really didn't make you taste the unbearable taste. While thinking indignantly, the crow in his mind rattled its wings and shouted, Han Moyu, don't offend this master! You have to befriend him well and serve him well, so that you can have meat to eat!

So, driven by the crow, Han Moyu thought of the beautiful life in the future, and happily went out and ran towards the kitchen. Maybe it was because everyone tossed all night last night to sleep, and this early in the morning, there was no one in the yard.

Han Moyu rushed into the kitchen and saw several pots of something simmering on the stove, and a maidservant girl napping on the side. Maybe it was because she saw someone coming, the maid stood up in a panic and said again and again: "Young Master Moyu! …… What are you doing here...... The slave is not lazy, really, the slave has been cooking medicine, just ......"

Han Moyu smiled and looked at the servant. I saw that the maid was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a light-colored floral carrot skirt with a pink bow headband hanging down her beard, very delicate. A pair of big eyes are watery and moving, very smart and cute.

"My sister is Brother Yu's personal maid, right? I must have been exhausted last night. It's okay, I'm not going to sue anyone else. My sister taught me how to make tea, and I can also help my sister watch the stove. ”

The girl smiled gratefully and said, "The slave's name is Lin Wei'er." I am not a few years older than the young master, the young master can call me Wei'er, I don't need my sister's call, so that others will listen to it badly, and they will say that I am respectful and inferior. ”

"Then I'll call you Sister Wei when there's no one else, and I'll call you by your name when there's someone, okay?" Han Mo asked.

"Hmm." Lin Wei'er smiled happily and said, "If the young master wants to drink tea, why don't you call the slaves and maids over?" Why did you come in person? ”

"I'm not like a certain person, my limbs are not diligent, and it is not enough to have so many people serving in front of me. I've always done what I wanted. Han Mo said dissatisfiedly.

"Hehe, Young Master Moyu is really hands-on, but it's different from other masters. There's no shelf, and everybody likes you. However, if one day the masters are all doing it themselves, what do you want us slaves to do? Lin Weier said with a smile.