The boy walked over on his slender legs, sat down, and reached out to gently rub her unkempt hair.

"Fu Jin has dinner today?"

"I used half a bowl of porridge."

"Where's the nourishing medicinal diet?"

"Drink them all."

"Why did you stay in bed for two days in a row?" The young man turned around, sat upright, put his left hand on his right wrist and slightly turned the cuff of the arrow cuff: "Go back and pass on Imperial Doctor Xu to take the pulse." ”

"Fu Jin's body is too weak, so many Mongolian nobles outside are looking at it, and he has been lying on the bed for two days in a row, where is the face of the master?" The fourth master got up as he spoke, his face was cold: "Ming'er hurriedly passed on Imperial Doctor Xu to prescribe medicine for Fujin to recuperate." ”

His face was cold, but he snorted coldly in his heart.

If he is like this, where does he have the face to doubt whether his health is good or not!

Don't look at who can't get out of bed every day!

Mama Lan replied softly and looked down at her toes.

Why do you think that the fourth master is becoming more and more moody and elusive?

Usually looks good to Fujin, why do you have to scratch a paw from time to time?

How can anyone despise his own fortune so much? Are other princes doing the same to Chang Fujin?

The fourth master came in and glanced at Chu Xian, knowing that she had eaten dinner and drank medicinal food, so he went to the front account to have dinner by himself.

Then he paced behind his back and went to the tent of the Thirteenth Elder Brother not far outside to check his arithmetic, talk about the problems he didn't understand, and assign a few new topics by the way.

The thirteenth elder brother frowned: "Fourth brother, yesterday's topic was so difficult, I carried the lamp and counted it for two full hours before writing it." Can you make two simple ones today? ”

Seeing that the fourth master didn't speak, the thirteenth elder brother had a bitter face: "Fourth brother, look at the dark circles under my eyes." ”

"Thirteenth brother, how can you be afraid of difficulties as a prince? One or two arithmetic questions stumped you? How will you help Huang Ama solve problems in the future? ”

The thirteenth elder brother reflected with a bitter face, what did he do to make the fourth brother angry in the past two days?

Because yesterday I asked my fourth sister-in-law about writing a letter?

No, it's normal to go out and write letters in the palace.

Although the fourth brother is sometimes easy to get angry and blackface, but when he went out of Beijing on an errand last year, the fourth sister-in-law obviously wrote to him, and everyone knows about it.

What the hell is going wrong!

The thirteenth elder brother was so worried that he almost lost his hair and didn't figure out the joints, so he had to sit and wait bitterly, racking his brains and meditating today's super difficult arithmetic questions given by the fourth master.

With a sigh, the fourth master returned to the tent with his hands behind his back.

Chu Xian was still sleeping, only changed her position, her head was almost under the pillow, the soft green silk was scattered at random, and the corner of the quilt had fallen to the bottom, hanging obliquely.

The boy tidied up the quilt and went to take a shower, and when he came back, he found that the quilt had fallen half off again.

Lifting the quilt and sitting on the bed, he scooped the fluffy little woman out of the quilt and took her into his arms, and then changed the quilt.

Chu Xian gently arched and rubbed in his arms, and called out "Lord......"

The boy didn't answer, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Sensing the strength of the waist tightened, Chu Xian lay in his arms and propped himself up, squinting at him by the soft candlelight that penetrated through the bed curtain, and then moved to lie beside him, and his voice was as soft as a feather: "Master, shall we rest for one night......

Originally, she didn't plan to do it tonight, but as soon as she said this, the anger slowly rose.

The young man clasped the back of her neck, and his bony fingers inserted into her soft green silk and rubbed it gently: "Fu Jin is still worried about the master's body?" 2k reading network