Song Yanzhu's hand holding the water shook, and the water in the bowl spilled on the futon again, she was stunned and wanted to pull her hand back, but Tao Moyan was stubborn, stubbornly clenched, her eyes couldn't be opened, but her mouth was muttering, "Song Yanzhu ......"

In the two lives before and after, Song Yanzhu saw him so weak for the first time. When he married him in the past, he rarely got sick, and even when he was, he hired a doctor by himself and never had to be taken care of by her. There have also been times when I was drunk, and when I was drunk, I went to the study, and I didn't let her serve, so I let the personal maid take care of it...... When he appeared in front of her again, he was still the handsome young master Tao.

Song Yanzhu was a little dumbfounded, Tao Moyan's voice gradually lowered, his mouth was muttering, he couldn't hear what he was saying, as soon as Song Yanzhu exerted his strength, his whole body was out of strength, his hands drooped down, and he looked very pitiful.

Touching his forehead with the back of his hand, it was hot enough to fry a poached egg. Song Yanzhu suddenly felt a little relieved, thinking in his heart, "You also have today", stood with his hands tied and looked at him, it was clear that the person was in front of him, but his face was blurred.

The sky outside suddenly darkened, but after a while, the raindrops fell like jade plates, and Song Yanzhu noticed that the windows in Tao Moyan's house were not closed. She got up and walked to the window, and saw Zhao Rong anxiously waiting by the door, Liu Changshoujia frowned, and explained something anxiously.

The door babbled open, and the clay pot entered the house with the quilt, followed by Ping Bao'er, who was carrying water. Ping Bao'er put down her things, glanced at Tao Moyan, who was unconscious on the bed, and said a little anxiously: "The doctor in the village went up the mountain to collect medicine, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to come back for a while...... If Master Tao's burn doesn't go away, what can we do? ”

The clay pot said with a bitter face: "A good person comes out to play, and he encounters a bear and has a high fever, if the young master has three long and two short...... Oh, bah, bah, I can't save this beating anyway, young master, you have to be good! ”

Song Yanzhu stood for a moment and said to the clay pot and Pingbao'er: "Good life takes care of your young master." When Zhao Rong walked out of the door, Zhao Rong happened to walk in, and Song Yanzhu said: "I can't help here, I'll go back to the house first, and if the sixth brother needs help with something, he will call me again." ”

With that, she went straight to the house.

Tao Moyan's illness is extremely dangerous, due to heavy rain, the mountain road collapsed, it is expected that the doctor who can be invited back in half an hour, it will arrive after three hours, Tao Moyan's high fever does not go away, Liu Changshou's family has no choice, and he has the courage to boil a bowl of earthwork medicine for Tao Moyan to drink, and Tao Moyan is slightly better. The doctor later checked Tao Moyan's wound and said that the wound was not treated well and had suppurated, and if it was too late, he was afraid that his brain would burn out.

In the evening, Zhu Jue sent a letter, saying that it was too heavy to send Song Heqing back, and that he wanted to stay with Song Heqing for the night.

Tao Moyan had just taken the medicine, and he woke up dizzy, and saw the clay pot guarding in front of him, Zhao Rong was stunned at the table with his head into a rice pecking suit, Tao Moyan looked around, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Pushing the clay pot, the clay pot opened his eyes wide and said happily: "Young master, you are awake!" ”

As soon as he spoke, Zhao Rong also woke up, approached Tao Moyan and looked at him carefully, gritted his teeth and scolded: "I said that you have been a scourge for thousands of years, how can you fall like this!" Let the sixth master worry me for a while, saddle before and after the horse to serve you! ”

"I want to drink water." Tao Mo's words are concise and to the point. Zhao Rong glanced at him and scolded: "You're so beautiful!" You're awake and want me to serve you, no way! He kicked the clay pot, "Don't you go and pour water for your young master!" ”

Ping Bao'er happened to come in with the medicine, and the pottery pot knew that Tao Moyan didn't like the maid to serve him, so he let Ping Bao'er rest assured that the medicine would let her out. Zhao Rong sneered: "It's time to pick someone to serve, when the second sister served you earlier, why didn't you find fault with you......" After speaking, he suddenly remembered Song Yanzhu, and hurriedly got up and said, "You can rest here." I went to sue the second sister and said that you were awake! ”

The clay pot pouted and muttered quietly on the side, Zhao Rong slapped his hand on the back of his head and said, "If there is anything you can't say directly, you have to be as soft as a girl!" ”

The clay pot raised his neck and said, "The slave thinks that Miss Song Er is not authentic. The young master became like this for her, and irrelevant people were dying in a hurry, she was good, she should eat, drink, and I didn't see her come to see my young master for most of the day. ”

"You know what, she's so quiet!" Zhao Rong roared, looked back at Tao Moyan and said: "You also know the second sister, she is so quiet, besides, it is indeed not suitable for her to stay in your house as a big girl, in fact, she is in a hurry, and asked back and forth about your situation several times." ”

He lied so much that he was a little weak-hearted, hehe said twice, and the clay pot tilted his head and said to the side: "Sixth Master Zhao, don't you know that my second young master ...... for her."

"Clay pot!" Tao Moyan reprimanded in a low voice, and the clay pot was silent and bowed his head.

Zhao Rong said: "I'd better take a look at the second sister." Closing the door, I listened to the clay pot in the house explain in a low voice: "Why didn't the eldest young master let me say it." You suffered such a great sin for the second lady, and you almost gave up your life, and you had a fever in the middle of the night, and you were still thinking about painting the painting of Narausch for her. But what about her, she puts a stinky face on you all day long, and she doesn't come to take care of you when you are sick...... You don't owe her! I have to say what you glared at me...... Okay, I won't say it's not ......."

Zhao Rong almost fled.

The rain outside gradually became lighter, he walked out, did not use an umbrella, only drooped his head, remembering that Tao Moyan would fall, he hurried out to find a doctor, on the way to go back to see Tao Moyan, standing under the window, he saw Tao Moyan stubbornly holding Song Yanzhu's hand, saying over and over again, "Song Yanzhu, don't hate me", remembering Song Yanzhu frowned, his eyes were obscure, and he couldn't break free, so he could only frown.

Zhao Rong always felt that Song Yanzhu treated Tao Moyan with some inexplicable feelings, saying that he was disgusted, but this disgust was different from others.

Zhao Rong was a little confused, and he also said to Song Yanzhu in nonsense during the day that he had to marry Song Yanzhu home for the sake of that mouthful of food. Now that he thinks about it, he can't tell whether he was talking nonsense at that time.

At this age, his brothers were all wives and daughters, but his peach blossoms did not bloom. He didn't know what liking and love was. But today, he suddenly understood what "heartbeat" meant......

The heart is beating, it's just that the heart is pounding, and suddenly it stops, the whole world slows down, everything becomes black and white, only she, only she is colorful.

Perhaps, just because he came across a bite of what he loved to eat, he felt that the person who made the meal was also in his eyes......

"Damn, don't I have to take a fancy to the old cook at home one day. I'm delirious for stuttering. Zhao Rong cursed in a low voice.

The lights in the Zhuangzi were dim, Zhao Rong moved to the outside of Song Yanzhu's house, standing far away, the lanterns under the eaves of the porch were full of shadows, her room opened a window, she half leaned on the edge of the window, looking through the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhao Rong looked at her silhouette in a daze, her feet couldn't move as if she had roots, the rain fell on her body, and the earthy smell in the spring floated in, a little fishy, and a little sticky. Zhao Rong wiped a handful of water from his face and cursed, "Demon barrier." ”

He shouted into the house, "Second sister, Mo Yan has woken up, don't worry, rest early." ”

Song Yanzhu said "hmm" and said to Zhao Rong: "Second brother Zhao also rest early, don't get rainy." This rain looks small, and it hurts the most! ”

She whispered, but Zhao Rong was like honey, and his whole body was ironed. "Eh" agreed, walked back happily, and when he looked up and saw Tao Moyan's room, he lowered his feelings inexplicably, looked up at the sky, sighed, and said, "Demon barrier." ”

On the second day, Song Yanzhu was reading a book in the house, and he listened to the pottery pot and Chu Xia talking outside the house, and Chu Xia lowered his voice and said: "My young lady hasn't woken up yet, so it's not good to disturb her...... Isn't it just breakfast? Why do you have to do it with my young lady! ”

"Didn't I come to consult with you?" The clay pot sighed and said, "My young master doesn't know if it's because he is not accustomed to the water and soil, and he eats and vomits." Zhao Liuye took two pastries and he ate them. Listening to Zhao Liuye, the pastry is still made by the second lady herself, you say that it is magical or not, my young master's stomach still recognizes the craftsmanship of the second lady! ”

"I don't sound like this, how can I have such a stomach!" Early Summer retorted.

The clay pot struggled for a moment, and said to Chu Xia: "My good sister, you can help me talk about it...... Otherwise, you will let me tell the second lady to go by myself. ”

"You still dare to go inside!" Hatsu raised a frown to stop him.

Song Yanzhu opened the door, the two of them were staring at each other, no one would let anyone, Song Yanzhu said: "Clay pot, you don't go to serve your young master, why are you blocking me?" ”

The clay pot salivated and said, "The slave is here to ask the second lady for food...... and said Fang Cai's words again.

Song Yanzhu looked at him with his eyebrows and asked, "Did your young master ask you to come?" ”

"Where can I be!" The clay pot sighed and said, "You can also see the temper of my young master, and he won't say a word when he burns like that." I couldn't eat, I didn't say anything, I just sat next to each other. I really feel sorry for my young master, so I came to beg you on my own initiative...... If he knows, he might punish me! ”

"The conditions here are limited, why don't you persuade your young master to go back to Jianzhou. When you go back, do you want to eat? Song Yanzhu asked.

The clay pot responded: "Don't you know, my young master is the meat of the old lady's heart, if they know that the young master is injured, they will have to make a fuss." The young master said, I have to heal my injuries here and go back, and after I go back, no one can mention this ......stubble" He looked up at Song Yanzhu twice, and put a few words in his stomach: The young master refuses to go back, and the most important reason is that he is still in front of him.

Song Yanzhu frowned, and said to Chu Xia: "The horseshoe cake and Poria cake made the day before yesterday, you can let the clay pot take some back." Also, I stewed some shredded chicken and shrimp preserved custard on the stove, I was going to wait for Brother He'er to come back and make him a snack, so you can let him bring some back......"

The clay pot happily thanked him, and went to Tao Moyan with food, Tao Moyan was vomiting darkly, and when he saw the clay pot coming in with something to eat, he subconsciously wanted to push it away. The clay pot said in a low voice: "Young master, take a look, maybe you can have an appetite!" ”

Tao Moyan glanced at it, and saw that the boiled white porridge contained chopped preserved eggs, shredded chicken, and tender green green onions, and the colors were harmonious and attractive.

Tao Moyan's heart moved, he stood up and took the porridge, took a sip, and his eyes sank.

Seeing that his face was not depressed, the clay pot secretly beat the drum in his heart, wondering if the porridge was not to his taste. Just as he was about to speak, Tao Moyan picked up the bowl, saw the bottom in three or two mouthfuls, and pushed the bowl forward-

"One more bowl."