Han Moyu hugged him, and he couldn't take care of it much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Seeing that Han Changyu still couldn't get warm, she was so anxious that she was about to cry, so she jumped off the kang and stuffed the last remaining handful of firewood into the stove, and then climbed up again. She hugged Han Changyu, anxious to cry, and wrapped him in the quilt one by one.

After a long time, Han Changyu's body finally regained its temperature. Han Moyu was very happy, holding Han Changyu and still refusing to let go. "Are you feeling better? How do you feel now? Han Mo kept whispering in Han Changyu's ear, but Han Changyu didn't react at all.

"You're sick too fast, aren't you? It's really squeamish, and I can't stand a little suffering. Han Mo said.

Han Moyu couldn't sleep, lit the kerosene lamp, and got back into the bed. Han Changyu closed his eyes tightly, and a handsome face began to flush. Han Moyu reached out and touched it, it was warm. "How are you? Do you hear me? Han Mo whispered in Han Changyu's ear, shaking Han Changyu gently.

Han Changyu's body quickly warmed up, even a few points hotter than the hot ondol. Han Moyu looked at the beads of sweat that kept coming out of the corners of Han Changyu's forehead, and he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, so he just hoped that the sky would be bright sooner so that he could go to the doctor.

"You're so stupid, why do you want to drill a water tank? Don't you want to die in this weather? ......" Han Moyu hugged Han Changyu while chattering: "It's all your own bad idea!" Also, why do you want to wear wet clothes and hang around underneath? It's going to catch a cold in the summer, let alone now...... It's still snowing outside! …… Why are you so stupid......"

Han Moyu said while holding Han Changyu, who was sweating all over, while crying. As soon as Han Changyu sweated, as soon as the wind blew into the quilt, it was cold, and he shivered. But it didn't take long for his whole body to be hot again, like a steamer on the stove, and water vapor kept coming out.

Han Moyu took a towel to wipe Han Changyu's sweat, and on the other hand, he took ice from outside the house, mashed it, wrapped it in gauze, and put it on Han Changyu's forehead. After tossing like this a few times, Han Moyu began to sneeze constantly. She shouted at Han Changyu: "Look, it's all your fault, I got sick too." What to do? Do you have a little heart? ”

Throughout the night, Han Moyu didn't sleep well, and almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he woke up again. And the burning of the cold and long royal has not retreated. Han Mo kept scolding: "Fool! While scolding Han Changyu, he scolded himself again, until he was finally tired, so he stopped scolding.

During this period, Han Changyu seemed to frown a few times, and Han Moyu thought he was going to wake up, but he still fell asleep deeply. The kerosene lamp burned out quickly, and Han Moyu had to hug Han Changyu in the dark night, because there was no light, she felt extremely panicked.

In winter, it is very late. However, the rooster crows relatively early. The sky was still gray, and I don't know whose chickens crowed, and then the chickens in the neighborhood, near and far, followed suit, one after another, and became one. Han Moyu opened his misty eyes and pushed Han Changyu beside him.

Han Changyu still hasn't woken up, but the fever on his body has subsided. Han Moyu touched the clothes on the edge of the kang, the liner had dried after a night of baking, but the thick coat was still wet. Han Moyu couldn't care much anymore, put on his underwear, gritted his teeth and put on his damp coat, and went out.

Before leaving, she went around to the yard of the neighbor's house, stole a handful of firewood in the firewood house and put it into Xiao Yun's thatched house, filled the kang with firewood, and left.

It was not yet dawn, and it looked gray in the distance, and it was snowing, so I could only make out the direction of the street in front of me. Han Moyu was worried that he would get lost, so he ran back to Xiao Yun's thatched house, took out a shirt, cut countless strips of rags with scissors, and hugged him in his arms.

At every turn, she tied a strip of cloth to a small tree or bush beside her, and sometimes when she could not find a tree, she would bring a stone and press it on the ground at the bend. After walking for about half an hour, I could already see someone getting up, packing up early and preparing to work in the field, going up the mountain to chop wood, and Han Moyu met a few along the way. So she went to ask for directions.

However, these poor people did not have the opportunity to go to the places where the dignitaries lived, and Han Moyu couldn't ask the specific address of the Han Mansion, so he had to ask the address of the central commercial street. When we arrived at the shopping street, it was already dawn. Most of the shops on the street are still closed, except for the occasional noodle shop or two, which have just removed their doors and are ready to open.

Han Moyu went in and asked the runner, who heard that Han Moyu was going to the Han Mansion, he didn't know the specific location of the Han Mansion, but he knew which part it was, so he was very enthusiastic to show the way, and even drew a sketch for Han Moyu. also enthusiastically brought a pot of tea, saying that it was to warm up Han Moyu. Han Moyu thanked him for his kindness, hurriedly walked out of the noodle shop, and ran towards the Han Mansion according to the logo on the sketch.

Along the way, the cold wind poured into Han Moyu's body, and Han Moyu couldn't care much about it, just ran forward desperately. After passing through a few streets, Han Moyu finally saw the high-walled compound of Hanfu, and he was so excited that tears were about to flow out. She ran up the steps, knocking desperately on the door and shouting, "Open the door, open the door!" ”

It didn't take long for a servant to open the door, and when he saw that it was Han Moyu, he hurriedly let in with surprise and joy, and then ran inside while shouting, "Young Master Han Moyu is back!" ”

Everyone rushed out from all directions, and General Han Yujue and Mrs. Han also hurriedly came out, both of them were dressed in formal clothes, with serious faces, as if they were about to enter the palace to face the saint. Seeing Han Moyu, Mrs. Han hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Han Moyu's hand and asked anxiously, "Where is Yu'er?" Isn't Yu'er with you? ”

Han Mo spoke very quickly, how to get out of the palace, and where Han Changyu was now, and reported to Mrs. Han one by one. Mrs. Han hurriedly sent someone to the slums, followed the clues of the cloth strip left by Han Mo to find Han Changyu, and ordered someone to ask for a doctor.

After the arrangements were made, Mrs. Han couldn't take care of it much, so she ordered someone to prepare a sedan chair and go to the slum to pick up Han Changyu in person. General Han Yujue stopped his wife, so that he could finally get his wife to agree to wait at home with peace of mind, and he rode on a tall horse and went away with a team of attendants with a whip.

Mrs. Han was anxious in the room, while Han Moyu stood aside, shivering with cold. Just now, because I was running all the way on the road, and I was anxious, I didn't feel particularly cold. Now that she was quiet, standing in such a warm room with burning coals, Han Moyu somehow felt extremely cold, so cold that her upper and lower teeth kept chattering.