In the afternoon, Nanyan had a fever, but she only drank medicine and continued to deal with government affairs.

Dye Xiang was very helpless, and when she saw Luo Chen coming back, like a savior, she hurriedly went up to 'sue'.

Luo Chen originally wanted to tell Nanyan that the maid didn't stay.

Hearing Dye's words, his face darkened in an instant, and he pushed open the door and slammed it shut.

Dye almost bumped into it.

After a while, I heard Nanyan's voice of mercy:

"Okay, okay, go to sleep after writing this letter."

Luo Chen snatched the brush in her hand, clamped it with two fingers, and broke it.

Nanyan felt heartbroken, this is a high-grade Zihao, a dozen taels of silver!

Luo Chen knew what it meant as soon as he saw Nanyan's eyes, and picked up the inkstone again.

Nanyan's face changed, it was Sheyan, a few hundred taels!

Looking at Luo Chen's provocative gaze, Nanyan quickly walked over to his bed, covered the quilt, closed his eyes and finished in one go.

She wanted to sneak a glance at Luo Chen, and then get up when he left, but the person directly moved a stool and sat on the side of the bed.

She Yan was placed within his reach.

Nanyan gritted his teeth and said:

"This palace wants to deduct your salary!"

Luo Chen didn't care, put his hands around his chest and said:

"A lot of debt is not pressing."

Nanyan wanted to scare again, but his eyelids really sank.

After only half a cup of tea, she fell asleep.

It's just that the brows are still frowning, depending on the situation, and there is no idle in the dream.

Luo Chen sighed, leaned to the side and pretended to sleep, there was such a desperate boss like a bad man, in fact, he was also physically and mentally exhausted!

At night, the rain gradually stopped, and on the mountainside outside Fanyang City, a silver-robed man stood there quietly.

His appearance is rare in the world, his eyebrows are frowned, and his face is pale.

At this time, the frustration and joy in his heart were competing frantically, and the pain was unbearable.

Nanyan once again escaped from the net he had set up.

He did not have the heartiness of meeting his opponent, nor the resentment of the failure of his plan.

He even began to question if God was helping Nanyan!

The figure stood in the darkness of the night, fearless of the cold, and finally disappeared into the mountains as it came.

Nanyan was sick, many people knew the news and sent gifts to visit, and the post station was unprecedentedly busy.

Chickens, ducks and geese run around, and there is a sincere person who directly brings the cows at home, just so that Nanyan can drink fresh milk every day.

In the whole station, only Dye Xiang and Yuanfeng are happy.

One is because the master can have something to replenish his body, and the other is because the master can't finish eating, so he can take advantage of it.

Nanyan rested for five days before getting out of bed, and he felt like he was going to fall apart.

As soon as she opened the door, a large goose flew at her and almost pecked her in the head.

Yuan Feng flew over with a stray hair and grabbed it, and sneered:

"Hey, master, you're awake!"

Nanyan's face is black:

"What's the situation? Sneak out and spend money while I'm sick, don't you?! ”

Yuanfeng's innocent deflated mouth:

"The minister knows that you are thrifty, and it was all given by the people, and you didn't spend any money!"

Nanyan breathed a sigh of relief and reacted angrily:

"How can you collect things indiscriminately, have you given money!"

Yuanfeng wants to cry, what does the goddess mean!

Dye Xiang came over with chicken soup and said with a smile:

"The last time the maid saw that the soldiers at the border pass had little food and oil, and water, she asked the farmers who sent livestock to General Yachun to provide a batch of live animals. The rest of the people, the servant also found a way to compensate. Don't worry, master! ”

Nanyan nodded with satisfaction.

After eating, Luo Chen came over with a thick stack of silver tickets and photographed it directly to Nanyan.

PS: Thank you to the readers who helped me point out the mistakes yesterday, and send one more chapter today.