The old doctor was so angry that his beard shook and shaking, but he didn't say anything after all, and he lived in the marshal's mansion angrily.

Fortunately, the medicine was really effective, and at night, Ah Zhao's fever was under control.

The people in the entire mansion breathed a sigh of relief, and Luzhu thanked God in his heart.

As the person who serves Ah Zhao closely, Ah Zhao has an accident, and she can't get rid of her responsibility at all.

By the time dawn approached, Ah Zhao's fever had subsided, and the person had woken up.

Huo Jun, who had guarded her all night, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huo Jun?" As soon as Ah Zhao opened his eyes, he saw a familiar figure in a blur.

Huo Jun's voice was a little hoarse: "Are you awake?" Still uncomfortable? ”

It's a little uncomfortable.

My throat is dry, my whole body is sore and sore, and my skin is still a little itchy.

But Ah Zhao didn't say anything, and shouted at him again: "You're not angry with me?" ”

Huo Jun pursed his lips and looked at the person on the bed by the light.

She's like that, she never seems to get to the point.

Or, she's always focused on being different from others.

Such a person.

How could he be angry?

He leaned over as if he had broken a jar, his face facing hers.

"I'm not angry."

Ah Zhao was relieved.

Huo Jun won't lie to her, he said that if he wasn't angry, he really wouldn't be angry.

As soon as she was relieved, she began to become squeamish.

"Liar, you ignored me for so long." She grumbled softly.

Huo Jun shook her hand good-naturedly: "I'm busy with business...... Well, sorry, it's my fault. Not in the future. ”

Ah Zhao smiled contentedly, and finally began to hum and chirp: "I'm thirsty......"

The lights of the Marshal's Mansion were lit up in many places.

Huo Jun personally fed Ah Zhao warm water, and asked the poor old doctor to be dragged out of the warm quilt for Ah Zhao to check, and after making sure that there was nothing serious to eat, he asked Lu Zhu to bring the porridge and side dishes that had been prepared in the kitchen.

Ah Zhao was weak in the end, and he was recovering from a serious illness, and he began to feel sleepy again after eating.

Huo Jun stayed by her side, watching her expression gradually become quieter, and her breathing slowly becoming shallow, before getting up.

His expression became cold again, and the tenderness he felt when facing Ah Zhao disappeared in front of others.

He went straight to the courtyard of Mrs. Six.

Huo Xianxian and Mrs. Six were not asleep.

After Huo Xianxian went back, he told Mrs. Six about Ah Zhao's serious illness, and after Mrs. Six was stunned for a moment, she actually sighed.

"It's really a ...... that shouldn't be soft-hearted"

Huo Xianxian didn't understand what she meant: "Mother, what are you talking about?" ”

Mrs. Six's expression was rare and gentle, and she reached out and touched the top of her daughter's hair: "It's nothing, my mother wants to stay alone for a while, you go and rest." ”

When Huo Jun arrived in the courtyard, Mrs. Six was sitting alone in the courtyard making tea.

"Morning, big guy." She was not surprised at all when she saw Huo Jun.

Huo Jun didn't speak.

Mrs. Sixth didn't care, made two cups of tea, and stretched out her hand at Huo Jun: "Please take a seat." ”

Huo Jun glanced at her, as if he was the first time he knew this sixth wife who had never existed in the mansion.

He didn't touch the cup of tea: "Mrs. Six's tea, Ben Shuai doesn't dare to drink it." ”

Mrs. Six smiled, didn't care about his words, and took a shallow sip of herself.

"You know why I'm here." Huo Jun said.

Mrs. Six put the teacup down and whispered, "What if I say, I don't know? ”