But the young man's eyes were completely focused on the master, how could he ever care about the value of a piece of clothing?

But now Zixi said that this kind of red silk is extremely precious, and even the court can only get one in two or three years.

Inevitably, there was some throbbing in my heart.

But after the throbbing, Qin Sheng couldn't help but think that after the Nine Pavilions re-elected the number one master, this kind of treatment probably would no longer belong to him.

Standing in front of the window, the night breeze blew in from the open window, blowing his hair lightly.

Looking at the moon in the sky.

Qin Sheng felt the familiar loneliness again, as if the blood in his whole body was cold.

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.

Standing in front of the window and blowing a cold wind all night, after dawn, Qin Sheng successfully fell ill.

Cough, fever, and weakness.

His physique is actually not so weak.

But really, for some reason, sick.

Fortunately, Chu Chen and Zixi didn't have anything to do today, and they planned to rest in the mansion for a day and plan what would happen after entering the palace.

However, waiting left and right, they couldn't help but wonder when they didn't see Qin Sheng get up.

Although Chu Chen said yesterday that Qin Shang slept lazy, it was just a joke, people who practice martial arts are used to getting up early, and today is really surprising.

Zixi knocked on Qin Shang's door, only to find that Qin Sheng was reclining on the couch, the bedding on the bed was neat, and there was no sign of movement.

Apparently he hadn't slept all night.

At this time, Qin was holding his head with his hands, leaning on the couch with his eyes closed, his gentle face flushed, and he looked abnormal.

Zixi frowned, stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead: "Qin Shang." ”

Qin Sheng opened his eyes, hummed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What time is it?" ”

"Three quarters a minute." Zixi frowned, "You're sick." ”

Sick?

Qin Sheng frowned, and raised his hand to try his forehead a little weakly: "It's okay...... It's just a bit of a headache. ”

Zixi forcibly helped him up, "Let's go, go to the bed and lie down." ”

Qin Shang shook off Zixi's hand, "Don't ...... Don't touch me......"

Zixi was stunned, watching Qin Sheng stumble to the side, and hurriedly reached out to help him, but was pushed away by Qin Sheng again, "Get out." ”

Get lost?

Zixi's expression was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching violently when he saw him staggering as if he was drunk.

What's going on?

Sick and looking like a different person?

But I don't have the heart to think about that right now.

Zixi hurriedly helped him to the bed, "Lie down first." ”

After the words fell, she turned her head and shouted, "Someone! ”

The maid outside the house walked in, stood outside, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Girl." ”

"Go get a basin of cold water and bring it over, and prepare a few more handkerchiefs." Zixi commanded.

"Yes."

The maid hurriedly turned around to prepare.

Zixi adjusted the pillow for Qin Shang, covered the quilt, and picked up his wrist to check the pulse.

Wind chill and fever, invade the lungs.

It's not too serious, but it's not to be underestimated.

"Don't ...... Don't touch me......" Qin Sheng shook off Zixi's hand, waved it into the air a few times, and whispered in a daze, "Get out...... Get out of here......"

Zixi stood in front of the bed and glared at him speechlessly.

The maid quickly brought water, Zixi put the handkerchief in it to wet it, wrung it out and put it on Qin Shang's forehead to dissipate heat.

"You watch here first, and then change him with another handkerchief, don't let him move." Zixi instructed, "I'll go and decoct him with medicine." ”

The maid responded: "Yes." ”

Fortunately, Qin Sheng lay down on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed, not making any more trouble, but muttering something to himself on his lips, and he didn't really hear it.