"Childe, it's time for dinner." Outside the door, an old woman in her fifties came in with a plate of food.

"Oh, Mother Luo is here, give it to me."

Piaoxue quickly took the food plate and put it on the tea table in the middle of the room, "Childe, you go back to eat first, and leave it to me and Mother Luo." ”

"Yes, young master, I have ordered someone to prepare your dinner in the flower hall."

Unlike Piaoxue and Amber, Luo's mother called the man the young master.

The man glanced back at the food plate in Piaoxue's hand and saw that there was only rice porridge and pickles, and asked as if he was a little puzzled: "Why are there only these?" ”

"Oh... This girl has been unconscious, and we can only pour some rice soup on her for a few days. ”

Mother Luo always had a smile on her lips when she talked to her young master, and her tone was also very gentle.

Saying that, Luo's mother walked to the bed and wanted to help Xiaorou up, but was stopped by the man, "You go to eat first, just me and Piaoxue here." ”

Unexpectedly, this domineering master actually used "you" to the old woman in front of him

This word shows that he still has some respect for Luo's mother.

As he spoke, he turned around and sat behind Xiao Rou, slowly sat up the sleeping Xiao Rou and let her lean in her arms, and Mother Luo retreated with interest when she saw this.

Piaoxue also sensed something, turned around with a red face, poured the pickles into the rice porridge and awkwardly spooned them.

The sleeping Xiao Rou's body was as soft as a baby, and the man wrapped his arms around her and gently rested her head in his shoulder socket.

"Drifting snow."

He called out his mouth, stretched out his hand in the direction where Drifting Snow was standing, and did not lift his eyelids.

The gaze is still locked on Xiao Rou, with a slight hint of warmth.

Piaoxue brought over the rice porridge that could not be stirred evenly, and said, "Childe, let's come with me." ”

"I'll come."

, flicked the fingers of the hand and urged Piaoxue to hand over the porridge.

Piaoxue hesitated but handed over the bowl, muttering, "How have you ever served someone, this should have been what we did......"

The man took the bowl and looked at her disdainfully, as if to warn her not to underestimate people.

Immediately afterwards, he scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Xiaorou.

"Eh, the porridge is hot, be careful to burn her."

Drifting Snow hurriedly reminded.

Hearing this, the man hurriedly retracted his hand and frowned, put the spoonful of porridge to his mouth and blew it gently, and then tested the temperature with his thin lips before sending it to Xiao Rou's mouth.

Xiao Rou in a coma already has some consciousness, and from the moment when she seemed to have her hands pulling herself up in her sleep just now, Xiao Rou has already been conscious.

It's just that I don't have much strength and can't open my eyes for a while, but I can still hear someone talking intermittently.

At this time, she was poured another mouthful of hot porridge, which was the first time she had tasted food in a few days (but she was unconscious and did not know that she had been fed water and rice), and the sweetness of the rice porridge and the salty taste of pickled vegetables suddenly filled her mouth, arousing her appetite.

Xiaorou swallowed instinctively, and then another spoonful was put into her mouth, and she choked before she could swallow it...... The man hurriedly stuffed the bowl to Piaoxue and patted Xiaorou's back, and Piaoxue also picked up the handkerchief that had been prepared earlier and wiped Xiaorou's mouth.

Xiao Rou, who was choked up, suddenly saw a piece of white silk in front of her, and she subconsciously pushed it away with her hand before she came back to her senses, the man just protected her from falling off the bed but did not stop it, Xiao Rou coughed a few times and calmed down, clasped the edge of the bed with both hands and tried to support herself and sit upright, seeing that she had sat down, the man withdrew and stood up and walked to the table.

Xiao Rou rubbed her temples and misty eyes, because the high fever and fainting for days made her have a headache and dizziness, her limbs were sore, and she had just woken up and felt hungry, and it took a lot of effort to sit firmly.

"Girl, are you alright?"

Seeing that she was struggling to support herself, Piaoxue wanted to step forward to help, Xiaorou was still a little wary, but when she saw Piaoxue looking at herself with concern, she should know that she had no malicious intent, so she stopped struggling.

Piaoxue sat down beside her and helped her, Xiao Rou slowly looked up and glanced into the room, her eyes falling on the man sitting at the tea table with his back to her.

At this time, the room was brightly lit, and the candlelight reflected on the man's brocade robe, and the thread pattern intertwined with silver threads refracted the light, emitting halos of light; The man was faced by a screen window, and the moonlight passed through the tulle on the window, forming a silhouette of light on the man, and the candlelight and moonlight intertwined around the man, turning into a hazy halo around him, like fog and smoke like a Da Luo Jinxian.