Qinghui raised his hand and put it on Mu Feng's forehead when he was slightly stunned.

It seems that the return to normal body temperature made Qinghui breathe a sigh of relief, after all, like Mu Feng did last night, even if he was Lord Spirit Sword, he had a little headache, and he would shed tears if he was bullied a little.

And he is a childish scoundrel.

Qinghui has grown so big, only she plays a scoundrel to others, and no one else has ever played a scoundrel to her.

After all, ordinary scoundrels are beaten here in Qinghui.

Asa hesitated for a moment: "I seem to vaguely remember...... Lord Qinghui once said, Lord Spirit Sword, fair and just? ’

Qinghui paused, as if he hadn't heard what the shallow coffee said, his little face was white and soft, with a sense of seriousness, and then raised his hand, poked on the other party's cheek a little fiercely, poked hard, and snorted lowly, "Your body is so weak!" ”

If you blow the wind, you're going to catch a cold.

Then on a whim in the middle of the night last night, why did you run to the roof of Lord Lingjian's house to blow the wind with Lord Lingjian?

Is there something wrong with your brain?

Qinghui muttered under his breath.

The corners of Mu Feng's lips twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to shake Qinghui's hand back.

Justify yourself, "Yesterday was just windy." ”

Qinghui snorted.

Watching him get up and lie on his soft bed without moving.

Mu Feng just stood up, put away his snow-white middle coat, glanced behind him, and just saw Qinghui rolling on his bed, and then rolled from a place where there was no sunlight to a place where there was sunshine, just lazily basking in the sun.

The corners of Mu Feng's lips twitched slightly, his snow-white hand clenched into a fist, pressed against his scarlet lips, and coughed twice in a low voice.

Qinghui's little head was slightly raised from the pillow, looked at him, and then told him clearly: "Today, I want to strike." ”

Running around with you before was already very face-saving for you, and you made such a show for Lord Lingjian at night.

No matter what, if you want to bask in the sun here today, Lord Spirit Sword will not go anywhere.

Asaka thought for a moment.

Well, wandering around all day long, eating and drinking, and sitting on the rockery is Lord Qinghui's daily work.

Mu Feng didn't speak, just walked out of the house.

Let Qinghui roll on his bed.

Lifting the curtain in the house, Uncle Fu was standing in the outhouse and directing some things in the house, it seemed that he was just going to see what was going on with him now, when he saw Mu Feng come out.

Although his face is still a little pale, his eyes are obviously clear, and he should look almost fine.

Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped forward to speak, "Someone from the palace asked about the matter before, and the old slave gave the prince a leave. ”

You must know that it is not easy for Mu Feng to sleep so deeply, not to mention that the other party is still sick, so let him rest first, Uncle Fu naturally understands.

So naturally there was no more bothering.

"Now the doctor is already waiting outside, the old slave is going to call the doctor in, and I will have a light meal this morning, okay?"

Uncle Fu continued to speak.

Mu Feng nodded.

sat down on the Lord's seat.

The doctor outside came in, it was the doctor from last night, because it was a little late yesterday, he didn't leave from the palace, waiting for Mu Feng to wake up today and take a look at the situation.

Mu Feng was only because of the conflict of medicinal effects in his body, so he was blown down by the wind.