The fever is menacing, and it is very fast to go down, except for some weakness now, there is basically no problem.

The doctor was obviously frightened by Mu Feng last night, and carefully took the pulse and prescribed medicine.

I saw that Mu Feng's expression had been light, and his noble face was a little cold.

Apparently there was not the slightest trace of what it was like last night.

The doctor was a little confused.

However, after the diagnosis and treatment, the doctor was asked out.

Mu Feng glanced at the inner room, put on his coat, thought about it, looked at Uncle Fu, and said, "Let's eat it." ”

After a while.

In front of the steaming breakfast, Qinghui, who had said that he had gone on strike, had a serious face.

Mu Feng next to him raised his hand, his beautiful finger bones against his eyebrows, looking at Qinghui like this, with a little amusement in his eyes.

This strike seems to be over a little quickly.

Mu Feng didn't have much appetite, so he simply used a bowl of porridge.

Uncle Fu asked people to bring today's medicine.

Qinghui, who was holding the bun in his mouth, raised his eyes, looked at the other party, blinked his eyes, ate the bun in his hand in two bites, and then stepped back.

Obviously, I also have lingering feelings about the taste.

Mu Feng held the bowl and looked at Qinghui.

There was no expression on a delicate face, Qinghui was stunned for a moment, and reacted for a moment.

Is it difficult to feed it?

But now she looks at the bowl and has a psychological shadow.

However, Mu Feng only glanced at Qinghui lightly, and then took the bowl and drank all the medicinal juice in the bowl.

Putting the bowl aside, raising his hand, he rubbed the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and the appearance of drinking it all made Qinghui widen his eyes slightly.

Mu Feng pursed his lips, his brows furrowed slightly, waiting for the bitterness to dissipate, seeing Qinghui's expression, he raised his eyebrows and spoke, "What's wrong?" ”

I saw Qinghui touch his body, took out the paper bag, and stuffed the sugar cube in his hand into Mu Feng's mouth.

Mu Feng was patient, wanting to wait for the bitterness to dissipate, but before the bitterness subsided, it was covered by the sweetness that permeated the tip of his tongue.

He raised his eyes, saw Qinghui retract his hand and sat back in his seat, and went to get some noodles to make dim sum and put it in his mouth, his little cheeks bulging, took back the small packet of sugar, and looked up at him.

Seeing that his eyes still fell on his body, Qinghui sighed, because he was eating, his voice was inevitably a little vague.

"There's only this one, and there's no more."

It's like trying to rob her of sugar.

The corners of Mu Feng's lips finally brought a hint of a smile, his face was slightly pale because of illness and looked a little weak, such a smile had a bit of the taste of a sick beauty.

The tip of your tongue against the sugar cube.

Raising his hand, he flicked the strands of hair that had slipped from Qinghui's ears behind Qinghui's ears, and said in a low voice, "Don't rush, eat slowly." ”

Anyway, the rice of the palace is ...... You're going to eat it for the rest of your life.

Mu Feng's eyes were slightly dark.

***

After that, Mu Feng took three days of sick leave and continued to be busy in the court, looking a lot weaker, and Ye Dehao almost put down his defense.

He didn't pay much attention to Mu Feng's actions anymore, including Qinghui, and he didn't communicate so frequently.

After all, in his eyes, Qinghui was just a small royal secret guard who didn't know anything, although it was said that the secret guard was dispatched by the commander of the dark guard, and Ye Dehao subdued the commander of the dark guard.