Chapter 686: A Woman Dressed as a Man: My Imperial Uncle Is a Ghost (106)

The girl slept peacefully and quietly, her willow eyebrows stretched, perhaps because the stove in the room was burning, her little face was flushed, and she chirped twice from time to time, as if she was dreaming something.

Ye Nanfeng sat lightly on the edge of the bed and stared at her for a long time.

I don't know who said that.

When you like someone, your mood will slowly become the same as her mood.

When she's happy, you're happier than she is; When she's sad, you're even more upset than she is.

And at this moment, looking at her quiet sleeping face.

His irritable and confused heart gradually became calmer.

After the peace, a warm and soft feeling poured in.

Ye Nanfeng bent the corners of his lips very shallowly, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

He reached out and tossed aside the broken hair from her forehead, then tucked the quilt for her.

The little man turned over dishonestly, the whole person shrunk into a ball, his face lay on the pillow, and he became a pouting and sleeping posture again.

Ye Nanfeng thought that she was going to wake up, as if she was afraid of being discovered, she stood up directly and wanted to hide.

That's right, someone who is in the hands of vanity is just afraid of being discovered.

obviously wanted to come to her, obviously wanted to take the initiative to apologize, but as soon as I saw her, it all became one word-

Arouse.

This is the awkward performance of the late stage of a typical tsundere.

The cattle on the face are shining, and a batch of private cowardices.

Fortunately, the girl changed her sleeping position and didn't move anymore.

Ye Nanfeng sat back again, looking at her red little face, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pinch it.

Thinking so, he did the same.

But when the fingertips touched the side of her face.

The scorching heat made him feel slightly startled.

He stood up again, nervously touching her forehead.

Oops, feverish.

While coming to this conclusion.

He had already turned around and walked out of the room, and he didn't care about his identity being recognized, and appeared at the door of the doctor's room in a flash, raised his long legs and kicked the door open, so frightened that the old military doctor who was still sleeping fell directly from the bed to the ground.

Ignoring anything else, Ye Nanfeng lifted him from the ground with one hand, picked up the medicine box on the bookcase next to him with the other, and rushed to Bai Zhen's room like a gust of wind.

The military doctor obviously didn't wake up, and looked at the night south wind several times in a trembling state before he reacted, and even his voice trembled. "This ...... Who are you? Where are we going? ”

"Your Highness has a high fever."

The man didn't talk nonsense to him, just threw down such a short four words. Because of the anxious and even more cold temperament, the military doctor is daunted.

When he arrived at Bai Zhen's room, Ye Nanfeng directly shook his hand and threw him to the bed, his voice was faint, but it was full of deterrence.

"Quickly check the pulse."

The old military doctor was old, and he had just been thrown by him, and he felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

Afraid of his powerful deterrent, the military doctor stood up from the ground trembling helplessly, shaking a hand, and probed Bai Zhen's pulse.

The man's gaze stayed on him, making the military doctor sit on his back.

Seeing that he frowned, and didn't come to a conclusion for a long time, the man urged with some impatience, "Do you see anything?" Such an obvious high fever, hurry up and prescribe a prescription to boil medicine! ”

The old medic had a strange look on his face.

"This ...... His Royal Highness the Seventh is indeed infected with the wind cold, but, but ......"