Chapter 90 Heaven Follows People's Wishes
For a long time, above the attic, in the private room.
Duan Shengyi was overjoyed, sat next to Mu Churan, and looked at him affectionately. And Mu Churan's eyes were outside the window. The imperial city in the night, he had seen it countless times under the corridor of the Taihe Palace.
When I look at it again tonight, what is the difference? It is said that the scene is not different, but the heart is different.
Since he met her again on the street, and saw her desperate to save the child he didn't know, he couldn't take his eyes off her anymore.
Even sitting here at this time, I have to admit that she is the one who is waiting.
I only hope that as soon as Duan Heng goes, he can come back with Xiao He.
The sky follows people's wishes, and Duan Heng, Xiao and He have entered one after another. Mu Churan heard his voice, his heart was already turbulent, but his face was as calm as ever.
Xiao He followed Duan Heng and entered the private room, naturally to salute the two inside. Duan Shengyi sat upright, and was about to accept his gift, but he heard Mu Churan raise his hand and say, "Just avoid these false gifts outside the palace." Xiao He complied, withdrew his hand, and sat down.
Duan Heng handed one of the two menus to Mu Churan and one to Xiao He, and then asked him, "Why don't you let your brother come over, multiple people just open their mouths, and I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it?" β
"My brother is weak and shouldn't be outside for too long. Thank you for your kindness. Xiao He flipped through the menu and replied casually.
Mu Churan heard it in her ears and began to study in her heart, when did she have a younger brother, a boy on the bridge? When I recalled it again, I couldn't remember the appearance of the young man, only to find that he only cared about looking at her, and ignored the people next to him.
Duan Shengyi enthusiastically recommended the dishes on the side, and Mu Churan gave her the menu and asked her to order it. She took it with joy and called the name of the dish. Xiao He also simply put down the menu and ordered by the county master.
Duan Heng looked at it and gave his sister a look, "Don't just order according to the taste that the girl's family likes." β
"It doesn't matter." When Mu Churan said this, he glanced at Xiao He.
Duan Shengyi seemed to have received a great gift, and said to his brother: "Look, Brother Chu Ran said everything is up to me. β
Duan Heng couldn't cry or laugh, this sister was too naΓ―ve, she opened a dyeing workshop with a little color, Mu Churan looked at her more, I am afraid that she already felt that Mu Churan would be interested in her.
After a while, Xiao Er served food and wine.
During the banquet, Duan Heng gaged from time to time, Xiao He didn't speak much, and Mu Churan was even more difficult to speak. Duan Shengyi was busy making dishes for Mu Churan, and the small bowl in front of him was already piled up into a mountain, and he didn't see him move his chopsticks, but drank a few glasses of wine.
Although Xiao He was sitting next to Duan Heng, he also saw the movement over there, Mu Churan only cared about drinking, and he didn't even taste the food. Duan Shengyi persuaded him several times, but he only responded with his words.
A few days ago, the reinforcements sent to Saibei had just set out.
In order to boost morale, Mu Churan personally stood on top of the city tower to see off the main general Yan Qi.
Xiao He put the wine glass to his lips, guessing whether he was worried about the war in the north at the moment, and the wind in his eyes quietly brushed his side face. The two sword eyebrows seem to be stained with thick ink, the pen is swept across, and a few vertical lines in the center of the eyebrows are like folds that are not pressed out of good silk.
Suddenly remembered that when he was sick in the palace years ago, Mu Churan sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to feed himself medicine, and there were faint lines hidden in the center of his eyebrows, and there was a bit of indescribable warmth.
Xiao He then lowered his head, as if trying to distract the distracting thoughts in his heart, before he said to Mu Churan: "Your Majesty, taste the pearl white jade soup, it is sweet and not greasy, and the cook has added enough ingredients." Drink it hot to warm your stomach. β
Mu Churan saw that she took the initiative to persuade herself to drink the soup, so she put down the wine glass. Duan Shengyi glanced at Xiao He, but his hand didn't stop, he hurriedly filled a bowl of soup for him to put over, and added: "Although the wine is good, it is not advisable to drink too much, Lord Xiao is a foodie, this soup is indeed famous, and it is a popular dish for a long time." β
Mu Churan didn't even listen to what she was saying, just picked up the soup bowl, brought it to her lips, smelled it first, and then tried it, the entrance was sweet, and there was a hint of pungent in the aftertaste, so she warmed her throat and stomach.
Xiao He introduced indeed a soup he liked, this soup is called pearl white jade, but it is elegant, but it is actually fish soup, the soup has been boiled thick white, the aroma is pleasant, and there is no trace of fish at all.
"You have a cold stomach, you should drink more soup to warm your stomach." Mu Churan glanced at her and filled a bowl for her with his own hands.
Xiao He got up, made a panicked look, took the soup bowl with both hands, and thanked him again and again. The luster in Mu Churan's eyes flashed, and then it went out.
Duan Shengyi rolled his eyes, swept back and forth between the two of them, his heart was uneven, he had a dry mouth and talked to Mu Churan on the side for a long time, he ignored it, made a bowl of dishes for him, and didn't see him move a chopstick. Now that Xiao He just persuaded him to drink the soup, Mu Churan couldn't help but drink it immediately, and personally served him a bowl.
This intimacy is too big to separate, even if she is a fool, she should understand.
In Mu Churan's heart, she can't compare to Xiao He, she can't even compare to a man, so she can't be angry in her heart.
Seeing that Xiao He had finished drinking the soup in the bowl, she had a plan, got up and picked up his soup bowl, and said, "It seems that Lord Xiao really likes this soup, and I will also serve a bowl for you." β
"Don't dare to bother the county lord." Xiao He still wants to refuse.
"Brother Chu Ran can serve soup for you, why can't I?" Duan Shengyi's rebuttal was excellent.
"Uh...... Thank you so much, Lord County. Xiao He could only accept it, but he couldn't help but think about what tricks this unruly county lord wanted to play. Duan Heng also saw that his sister was unusually enthusiastic, and stood up, wanting to take the soup bowl in her hand.
Duan Sheng recalled that when he saw his brother get up, how could he let him spoil his good deeds, and a bowl of hot soup directly pretended to be out of his hand and threw it at Xiao He with a bowl of soup. Duan Heng grabbed the bowl, but there was really no way to do the hot soup.
Xiao He had already bounced up from his seat and flashed to the back, still stained with sporadic spots on his shirt. She was wearing white today, so the soup stains on her upper body were particularly obvious.
Duan Shengyi showed a smug smile, hid it to his lips, and then quickly changed to a guilty look, "Oh, I'm sorry Lord Xiao, my hand slipped." β
Xiao He waved his hand, "It's okay." Then I will retire first. It's rude. β
She didn't want to stay longer, so she just took this opportunity to leave. Mu Churan moved her lips, but she never spoke, watching her back flash out at the door. A moment later, she left the long gate and disappeared into the crowd, the bits of white fading away.
After Mu Churan retracted his gaze, he said to Duan Heng: "It's not early, I should go back to the palace." β
When Duan Shengyi saw that he was about to reach out to stop him, Mu Churan seemed to have a premonition, so he left the table and walked faster. Duan Heng said in the back: "Congratulations to Your Majesty." At the end, Duan Shengyi glared at his brother, "Why don't you help me stop him?" Duan Heng spread his hands, "His feet grow on him, how can I stop it, but you, okay, what kind of splashing!" β
Duan Sheng recalled that his little trick was exposed by his brother, and he refused to admit it, "How can I have it, is it obviously a slippery hand?" Only then did he remember that he grabbed the bowl with his bare hands just now, and half a bowl of hot soup was poured on his hands, so he hurriedly asked, "Brother, are your hands okay?" β
Duan Heng looked at his hot right hand, "Fortunately, it's me who is hot, if it's someone else, you, it's really a trouble!" In the future, if my brother is gone, you must take care of it. β
Duan Shengyi showed the coquettishness of his youngest daughter's family, hugged his other arm, and shook it gently: "What did my brother say, why was he not there?" Even if you marry your sister-in-law and open another house, then I have to follow you. β
Duan Heng smiled and shook his head, only this sister made him have no way at all.
When Xiao He returned to the house, the little guy who opened the door saw her coming back, and his panicked expression relaxed slightly, "My lord is finally back, Miss Hongzhu sent many people to the lantern festival to look for you." β
"What's wrong?" Her heart sank and she hurriedly asked.
"The little mountain boy is sick, it's not good, the red bead girl has been accompanying ...... inside"
Before Xiao He finished listening, he went straight to the room where Xiaoshan lived in the West Wing.
Hongzhu saw that Xiao He was back, and hurriedly took her over to see, Xiaoshan was lying on the bed or curled up, his expression was very painful, his body couldn't help shaking, and his face was even more frighteningly white, worse than when Xiao He first saw him.
"What's going on? Isn't he already getting better? Xiao He pulled the red bead and asked with a frown.
"Xiaoshan Gongzi came back from the Lantern Festival, as soon as he entered the house, something was wrong, and he suddenly fell ill, I have never encountered such a strange pulse, and it looks like poisoning, and it is not like, the slave has sent someone to the Xue family to ask his brother to come over. He kept shouting that it hurt, but the slave didn't dare to prescribe medicine indiscriminately, so he only adjusted the decoction that calmed the mind and analgesic, and it was almost fried immediately. β
Xiao He had never seen Hongzhu so flustered, so he asked her to look at the medicine.
Then she sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out to help Xiaoshan, and found that his whole body was cold. Xiao He got up and wanted his subordinates to take another quilt, but the person on the bed grabbed his wrist. She sat down again, and listened to him keep muttering, "Don't go, don't go, don't leave me ......."
Xiao He simply sat on the bed and reached out to hug his upper body into his arms, and then wrapped him tightly from the outside with the quilt. Although he was cold, his back and forehead were all soaked with sweat, but they were all cold sweat.
"Someone!" Xiao He called out loudly.
The little guy waiting at the door hurriedly came in, Xiao He instructed him to go and make a basin of hot water, and then find a clean clothes for Xiaoshan to replace, find an extra thick quilt, and add more carbon to the stove in the house.
After giving the order in one breath, the little guy hurriedly went to do it.
At this time, Hongzhu came in from the kitchen with a medicine bowl.
Xiao He and Hongzhu helped Xiaoshan change his sweaty clothes, scrubbed his whole body with hot water, and helped him put on clean clothes with his own hands before stuffing him back into the thick quilt. During this period, Xiaoshan's consciousness was almost not very clear, and he was very uncooperative.
Xiao He and Hongzhu also took a lot of effort to help him clean up.
It's just that after he was stuffed back into the quilt, he still grabbed Xiao He's wrist tightly and refused to let go. Hongzhu brought the medicine over, and when he was about to feed him, he heard Xue Liangan's voice at the door, "Wait!" β