The room was full of warm lights, and the night had already kicked off the black prelude, Murong Yi walked around the room with his hands behind his back, from the inner room to the outer room, and then from the outer room back to the inner room, he went back and forth many times, and it was already past the time for dinner, because he was still asleep, Murong Yichuan was not hungry, so he ate the meal in advance, and did not wait for him to wake up and eat together. Great literature

There were many lights lit up in the inner room, as if her body was curled up in a small way, and the quilt covered her entire body, Murong Yichuan sat quietly on the bed and looked at her who was shrunk into a ball in the quilt, he knew that maybe she was having nightmares again, because as long as she curled up her body, it was when she was entangled in nightmares, he didn't know what she dreamed of, but he knew that she must be tormented by nightmares. A low voice broke the dead silence except for the sound of the wind outside the window; "Dad, don't go, Dad, I'm afraid, don't go, don't. What should I do when you're gone, what should I do? Although the voice was very weak, Murong Yichuan still heard it, as if he shrank his body again, his heart suddenly sank, as if he had dreamed of his father, did her memory have those painful memories about the time when he was not married? Murong Yichuan thought that when she was outside, she had said that in addition to her husband's love, there was also fatherly love and brother's love, maybe she really longed for that long-lost father's love, he had heard Wanruo briefly talk about the close relationship between himself and his father in the past, and after his father left, Wanruo's life fell from heaven to hell, and his father was an unforgettable part of her heart. The great literature Murong Yichuan wants to end her nightmare, to end.

"Like; Wake up, wake up. Murong Yichuan shook her body while calling, and finally, she slowly opened her eyes, but there was a sparkle in the corners of her eyes, "Yichuan; How long have I been sleeping? As if she opened her eyes and saw the lights all over the room, she stretched her body slightly, and the cold wind outside the window came from her ear chakra.

Murong Yichuan Road; "It's been two hours, what did you just dream about?"

It was as if he subconsciously put his hand on his forehead, and his whole body was soft, like a ball of mud; Think well, think well. "I, I don't remember clearly, I remember as if I was holding someone's arm, and that person seemed to be dead, and I remember that I shed a lot of tears."

"Forget about it when you wake up from the dream, you lie here for a while, and I'll ask Chunhong to get you something to eat." Murong Yichuan let go of Wanruo's hand as he spoke; "Don't go, I don't want to eat. "Great Literature" seems to have seized him with all his strength.

Murong Yichuan glanced back; "How can you not eat, and you are willful, no, I am angry that you are like this." Murong Yichuan straightened his face slightly.

It's like a way; "I really don't want to eat it, I still feel like my head hurts a little."

"Then I'll ask Chunhong to bring Doctor Wang to you first."

It's like a way; "No need, you also know that this is an old problem, the pill that Imperial Doctor Wang prepared for me is in the bottle next to my vanity mirror, you can take one for me and eat it, and it will be fine."

Murong Yichuan hurriedly walked to the dresser and picked up the small white porcelain bottle, and saw that there were a few jujube cherry-sized pills in it, he knew this, this was the painkiller that Wanruo usually takes, this is specially configured by the imperial physician for Wanruo's headache, he hurriedly untied the cap of the bottle and took out one, and then came to Wanruo's bed with a glass of water. "Open your mouth." As if obediently opening her mouth, Murong Yichuan put the pill into her mouth, as if she raised her head and swallowed the pill fiercely, and then drank another sip of water before it was finished.

After Murong Yichuan asked Wanruo to take the medicine, he instructed the maid Chunhong to go to the kitchen to get Wanruo food, he would not allow Wanruo to be so willful, holding his body and the child in his belly and not caring.

After a while, Kung Fu Chunhong sent it over, and she put it directly in the outhouse, Murong Yichuan commanded; "Send something in." Chunhong agreed, and then delivered the food directly to the back room, the bedroom of King Fu and Wanruo. Chunhong brought a large red tray with a few side dishes, a bowl of porridge, and tableware for eating, and she directly put the contents of the tray on the small table next to the bed.

"Lord, princess, Chunhong retired first." After arranging a qiē, Chunhong turned to Fu Wang who was sitting on the edge of the bed and Wan Ruo who was lying on the bed.

King Fu nodded; "You go down first."

Chunhong answered and hurriedly walked out with the map.

"Get up and eat quickly, or it won't be good if it's cold." Murong Yichuan slowly lifted the quilt, then picked up Wanyi from the bed, and hurriedly put on the coat next to her, as if an arm lazily carried Murong Yichuan's shoulder; As soon as she got out of the bed, she felt a little cold, and her body shook unconsciously.

Murong Yichuan hugged Wanruo to the dining table, it was a high-legged Eight Immortals table, not for eating, so he proudly copied a high chair, the chair was too cold, he was afraid of icing her, so he covered it with a soft tiger skin and let Wanruo sit on it, Murong Yichuan is such a careful person, he can take care of people to the meticulous Cheng dù, but he also relies on him to do all kinds of evil. He stood aside and watched her eat.

As if looking at the greasy meat dishes on the table, her brows wrinkled slightly, now she really has no appetite, although she has not eaten, but her conscious stomach still feels a little hungry, maybe it is because one person eats two people's meals, although she has no requirements for food, but the child in her belly needs it! As if she slowly picked up the chopsticks, there was meat in every dish, she really didn't know which one to eat, just eating, but for Wanruo, it seemed to be dealing with a big problem.

Murong Yichuan looked at the look of Fan Worried, and his heart was extremely anxious, and suddenly he remembered the official document of Zhongli Wenjun that he had just finished reading, and his eyes rolled and he thought about it.