"Ahem, ahem... Ahem, ahem..."

Yidao was about to cough up his lungs, only to see that his son-in-law had a little reaction.

This time, Fu Muhibiscus finally turned his gaze to him and said leisurely: "Yidao is suffering from the wind and cold? I'll have to find two pairs of pills to eat. ”

"Thank you Childe for your concern." Yidao nodded movingly, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

See, his son-in-law is gentle and very good to everyone, not just you.

"Take the medicine and go farther, don't infect Brother Yan." With that, Fu Mujin turned his gaze back to the sleeping face.

“……”

Ichidao couldn't laugh anymore.

"Childe, Childe, how can you be like this! A rice is so hard to raise you... Phew, growing up with you, how can you not think about the friendship between master and servant, and only know that you care about this dead fat man of unknown origin. ”

Fu Mujin frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"Yidao, you're talking too much."

The little scholar is gone, when has his son-in-law been so fierce to him.

actually murdered him for the sake of an injured dead fat man.

Yidao turned his head angrily and muttered in a low voice: "Forget it, if it weren't for the fact that you were seriously injured, Yidao wouldn't want to pay attention to you!" ”

The little scholar smiled and turned around and coaxed: "Childe, let Yidao take care of Yan Gongzi, you looked for her all night in the rain, and took care of him for two days without sleep, it's time to rest." ”

Yidao has never seen his son-in-law look so haggard, his hair is scattered, his eyes are red, if he is seen by the master, he will definitely punish himself for grinding all the medicinal materials in the warehouse.

Fu Mujin got up and took the face towel, and his tone was natural, "Let me come." ”

"Huh?"

Did he hear it wrong, if he said this in the past, the son would definitely be obedient and go to rest, but he didn't want to listen to him after getting along with the little fat man for a few days?

I don't know what kind of soup the little fat man poured into his son-in-law.

In order to separate them, with tears in one second and one second, Qiqi persuaded bitterly:

"Childe, Yidao begs you to rest, if you fall, what happened to him in the middle of the night, Yidao will not be cured!"

"Besides, you have to worry about your own business, there are only four days left, and if you don't find the murderer, you will be punished with fifty sticks. If the old man knew about this, it would be heartbroken! ”

"There's no hurry."

Fu Mujin stubbornly took the face towel and wiped the blood on Shunhua's face, not taking the bitter drama starring Yidao in his eyes at all.

Shunhua, who was sleeping soundly, was covered with blood, and as soon as the face towel was soaked in water, the water in the basin was instantly dyed red.

He gently wiped her neck, cheeks, nose, lips...

His eyes were half blinking, remembering the accident in the firewood room that day, he suddenly retracted his hand like an electric shock, rubbed his hot fingers, and bowed his head and ordered: "Yidao, you go out first." ”

The little scholar was wiping fake tears from the corners of his eyes and asked in a daze, "Why?" ”

"I want to wipe my body for Brother Yan."

Fu Mujian's ears have long been red.

"What? Wipe... Rubbing the body? You rub him!? ”

"Hmm."

His 'um' was a little shy.

Ichidami opened his jaw in amazement, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"Do you want Yidao to help you get another basin of hot water?" The little boy confirmed.

"It's okay, get hot water, you can go and rest by yourself." Fu Mu Jinyun replied lightly.

Ha? I really want to send him away.

That... Aren't you two the only ones left in this room?

"Wait, that's not right, everyone is a man, just wipe his body by himself, why do you want to go out? Before, when you took care of the prince, there weren't so many rules! ”

Yidao's words hit his heart.

In fact, he was selfish and didn't want to be spied on Brother Yan's body.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and pretended to be serious: "Brother Yan has quirks and is unwilling to change clothes in front of people. ”

Yidao raised his eyebrows and noticed a hint of cattiness.

"What does Childe mean is that if Yidao helps him change his clothes, he can't change it?"

Fu Mujin nodded matter-of-factly.

"That's right."

What's wrong?

Yidao is about to scratch his head, where is the cold and lonely son in his heart?

Boss, something big is coming.

"Alright, you go get hot water."

After that, Fu Mujian pushed Yidao out of the door, but the little scholar blocked the door and refused to go out.

"No, Childe, the two of you are left when Yidao is gone, what if that little fat man is crazy and stretches out his claws to you?"

"What are you talking nonsense, go fetch water."

Fu Mujian's hand increased a little harder.

"Ah no, what if you go crazy and stick out your claws to the little fat man?"

Yidao grabbed both sides of the door with both hands, but refused to go out.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Fu has nothing wrong with Brother Yan... It's not a matter of thinking. ”

His voice suddenly became a little weak, and his palm unconsciously increased its strength, and he knocked out a rice with one palm, and the poor little scholar lay on the fence and turned back pitifully.

"Childe, you actually hit a rice?"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, you go and go back quickly."

Before he could finish speaking, the door snapped and shut.

Yidao held his waist and scolded: "The door is still closed!" When I went back, Yidao went to the old man to complain, saying that the son didn't even care about etiquette for the sake of a dead fat man. ”

Fu Mujin listened to the little scholar scolding and walking away behind the door, looking at Shunhua who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and his heart beat faster unconsciously...

He touched his heaving chest and said to himself, "What's going on? Why do you jump so fast? ”

Could it be...

Could it be that you are sick because you haven't slept for a few days?

"Uh-huh......" Shunhua on the bed suddenly let out a coquettish voice and muttered in a daze.

Isn't it a nightmare?

It's no wonder that I just encountered something like that.

Fu Mujin stabilized her heartbeat and slowly approached the bedside to listen to her talk in her sleep.

"Hmm... Dead person... Jade to the wind..."

There was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and there was a flash of thunder and lightning outside the window, Fu Mujin was stunned, and she didn't hear what she just said.

"Brother Yan, what do you want to say? But a nightmare? ”

"Jade to the wind... I hate you..."

Hot tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and Fu Mujian's heart stinged inexplicably.

The sourness spreads in the internal organs, and the hearts seem to be pulled together.

A wave of anger came up inexplicably, he propped one hand on her ear, leaned down, and read in her ear: "You are wrong, the person in your dream is me, Fu Mujian." ”

"Hmm... Uh-huh—" she replied as if she had nothing to do it.

He didn't give up, and read in her ear over and over again: "Fu, Mu, Jin." ”

Suddenly, she smiled, her eyebrows furrowed.

In the dream, the person who ruthlessly pushed her away disappeared, and was replaced by the man in white with the fragrance of medicine and a smile on his face.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Ichimai held the wooden basin and said unceremoniously, "Hot water is coming." ”

As soon as the little scholar looked up, he saw this unbelievable scene in front of him.

His son-in-law is leaning down to steal the 'kiss' of that dead fat man!

Ahhhh

The whole basin of water fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Fu Mujin turned back in astonishment, Shunhua was also awakened, she opened her mouth and whispered: "You are so provincial... Not even the lights are lit. ”