Mother Song, who was confused, nodded and continued: "In the past, the sixth master was sick, and the imperial doctor in the palace also came in such a timely manner. It's just that Su Nei's servant rarely shows up, and even he is here today, so you can see that the emperor is still attentive to the sixth master. I heard that this Su Nei is also a figure with a head and a face in front of the emperor, and the emperor also trusts him! ”

Mother Song's words always lingered in Luo Xueshen's ears, and they couldn't be dispersed for a long time. She originally suspected that there was something wrong with it, but when she heard this, she was even more determined in her thoughts.

Today, the news that Guan Qiannan is seriously ill is known to no one except the people in Dongyuan, how did the people in the palace know about it, and they came so timely?

After thinking about it, a cold sweat broke out on his back. She stabilized her emotions and raised her eyes to look around, it seemed to be peaceful and quiet, maybe someone had already laid a net.

On the surface, it is a peaceful and peaceful Guan family East Garden, but in fact it is an invisible prison, the purpose of which is to lock Guan Qiannan in it, and it is difficult to exert his fists and feet.

And in the dark, someone has already mastered his life and death.

"Madame, what's wrong with you? Are you tired of taking care of the sixth master, do you want to rest for a while? Mother Song's voice pulled the distracted Luo Xueshen back.

She smiled lightly, shook her head, and casually pulled the words around.

As night fell, the rain continued.

The blue night sky is flat and vast, with no starry spots and no bright moon. Only a faint white mist could be seen.

Luo Xue Shen entered the house with the medicine bowl, and Guan Qiannan had not woken up yet.

The candle in the inner room was gone, so she slowly stepped forward and replaced it with a new one. The red candle wept, and the cold wind hit the face, which made people shiver.

After closing the window, she took out a thicker quilt embroidered with mandarin duck hibiscus flowers from the wardrobe and gently covered Guan Qiannan.

The person on the bed trembled his eyelids slightly at this action, but he never opened them.

The black soup in the medicine bowl was still steaming, and Luo Xue scooped a spoonful and gently blew it to the right temperature, feeding it to his mouth.

After all, she was still asleep, and it was inevitably much more difficult to feed the medicine, but she was not impatient, scooping spoons and spoons, and the medicine bowl finally bottomed out.

Put down the bowl and twist the quilt. She found an embroidered blanket, draped it over herself, and decided to lean on the side of the bed to guard Guan Qiannan until he woke up.

The shallow light of the red candle reflected on his face, beating inch by inch, and Luo Xue stared at his side for a long time. When I think of everything that happened today, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

In the end, he couldn't resist the tiredness and gradually closed his eyes.

The next day, Guan Qiannan, who had been asleep, finally opened his eyes.

His eyelids were heavy and burning, but when he saw Luo Xueshen leaning on his side, all the pain was left behind him.

The red candle had burned out, and the sunlight outside the house was gradually pouring in and falling on her face. When you look closely, you can clearly see the fine fluff on her face, which makes people can't help but want to touch it.

Guan Qiannan slept for a day and a night, his mouth was extremely dry, and he wanted to get up quietly and bring the cup next to the bed, but he unintentionally woke up the dreamer.

Looking at Luo Xueshen's stunned appearance, he couldn't help but tremble the corners of his mouth, "You stayed here all night last night?" ”

She smiled shyly and nodded, "I'm afraid that you will wake up in the middle of the night and have no one around, so I'll wait." ”

Seeing that Guan Qiannan was about to take a cup, she stretched out her hand to stop it, saying that the tea was cold, and then boiled a pot again.

But he pressed her hand and signaled that there was no hurry.