Fang Xiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he said coldly:

"It's just a cold wind, why haven't you been good for so many days?"

Yang Yuhuan shook his head and said, "The slave family doesn't know, only that Sister Yingyue's forehead is getting hotter and hotter." ”

Fang Xiu asked, "Did she drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor?" ”

Yang Yuhuan hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be drunk." ”

Fang Xiu frowned slightly: "What do you mean you should drink." ”

Yang Yuhuan said: "The slave family didn't see it with their own eyes, but Tao'er said that they drank it." ”

Tao'er is a little maid in Xiangguo's mansion and is sent to take care of Li Yingyue.

"Before Xiangye left, I asked the slave family to take care of Sister Yingyue, but the slave family only cared about Lian Xiao and didn't take it to heart, the slave family is sorry for Xiangye......"

When Yang Yuhuan said this, her beautiful little face showed guilt and lowered her head.

Fang Xiu could see that she really blamed herself for not taking good care of Li Yingyue.

Stretched out his hand, touched her little head, and soothed:

"Let you take care of her, and I didn't let you take care of her, as long as the person is still there, being sick is nothing, not to mention that it's just a cold, don't take it to heart."

Yang Yuhuan raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu with big watery eyes, and said softly:

"Xiangye, don't say that, Sister Yingyue is Xiangye's unmarried lady, and Yunu is just a little maid, how can she compare with Sister Yingyue......"

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand and flicked her little head, and said angrily: "Speak well." ”

Yang Yuhuan snorted in pain, covered his forehead, looked pitiful, and said aggrievedly:

"That's what the slave family thinks......"

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Really? ”

The little girl lowered her head a little weakly and stopped talking.

In her eyes, only Her Majesty the Empress, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and has a noble status, is worthy of being the lady of her own father.

Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, who came out of nowhere, looked cold, arrogant as if someone else owed her money.

Who wants such a person to be the mistress of Xiangguo's mansion.

Of course, if Xiangye really likes her, it's a different matter.

However, Xiangye only used her as a tool that could be used.

"Okay, go ahead with your business, Li Yingyue's side, you don't have to worry about it."

Fang Xiu reached out and pinched her tender little face, then turned around and walked towards Li Yingyue's courtyard.

Leaving Yang Yuhuan standing in place, looking at Fang Xiu's back, his eyes bent into a crescent moon, his eyebrows were full of happiness.

"I was pinched by Xiangye......

"It's another day full of harvest."

The other side.

Fang Xiu came to Li Yinyue's courtyard and met the little maid who took care of her.

When the little maid saw Fang Xiu, she was stunned at first, and then she seemed to have seen a savior.

An anxious look appeared between his eyebrows, and he said:

"Xiangye, you are finally here, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess's body is getting hotter and hotter, please quickly ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look."

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and asked, "It's just the wind cold, why is it so serious?" ”

The little maid said: "The slave maid thinks, it may be the previous medicinal soup, but His Highness didn't drink it." ”

Fang Xiu thought for a moment and ordered, "Go get a basin of cold water." ”

The little maid was slightly stunned, not understanding Xiangye's intentions.

Fang Xiu glanced at her and said coldly, "Didn't you hear?" ”

The little maid was startled, and hurriedly said, "The slave and maid are going!" ”

After saying that, he hurriedly fetched water.

Fang Xiu stepped into the house.

As soon as I entered the house, I could see Li Yinyue lying on the bed, covered with a futon, and a stove beside her.

Fang Xiu walked up to her and looked over.

The smooth forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The strands of hair were wet with sweat and looked a little messy.

The delicate face of melon seeds shows a surging color of pain.

The lips are slightly peeled and look extremely pale.

Fang Xiu looked at Li Yingyue, who was sick in bed, and knew that she was protesting silently in this way.

If you are not free, your mother would rather die.

"If you don't have that much ambition, I can give you freedom, but it's a pity ......"

Fang Xiu sighed in his heart, pulled over the chair, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the delicate and cold-eyed melon seed face in front of him, and fell silent.

A moment later.

The little maid carried a basin of cold water and entered the house.

"Xiangye, the water is coming!"

Fang Xiu let out a "hmm", picked up the handkerchief on the side, soaked it in cold water, and applied it to Li Yinyue's forehead.

For high fever, physical cooling is an effective means.

It's just that this era is not popular.

"Every once in a while, put it on her, understand?"

Fang Xiu looked at the little maid and said softly.

Although the little maid had never seen this kind of treatment, she still chose to believe in her master, nodded heavily, and responded: "The slave understands!" ”

Fang Xiu nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "Go get a basin of warm water again, and wipe her body every other hour." ”

"Hmm!"

The little maid nodded.

Fang Xiu thought for a while, then took out two tablets of ibuprofen from his arms, and ordered:

"When she wakes up, feed her a tablet, and then another tablet at an interval of three hours."

The little maid showed a solemn expression, carefully took the ibuprofen tablets, and nodded heavily:

"The slave remembers."

"What's the situation, come and find your true appearance."

"Hmm!"

Fang Xiu turned his head and glanced at Li Yinyue, said no more, and turned to leave.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned around, and instructed the little maid:

"When she wakes up, tell her true appearance."

"Yes, sir!"

The little maid nodded heavily.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu didn't say anything more and returned to his courtyard.

Yang Yuhuan sat in the courtyard, holding the hole flute in his tender little hands, looking at the little white tiger basking in the sun on the side in a daze, looking absent-minded.

Until Fang Xiu walked up to her, she didn't react.

"What do you think?"

Fang Xiu asked with some curiosity.

Yang Yuhuan was startled, and stood up from the stone bench with a slightly red face.

Fang Xiuhu glanced at her suspiciously, and said:

"Thinking about something weird again?"

"I've said it, I'll talk about it when you grow up."

Hearing this, Yang Yuhuan's beautiful face flushed, and he straightened up as if showing off, and chirped:

"It's not small."

Fang Xiu subconsciously looked over.

In just a few months, I have indeed grown up a lot.

It seems that the potential of the little girl is still quite large.

Noticing Fang Xiu's eyes, a touch of pride appeared between Yang Yuhuan's eyebrows, this month, she has been following Daji's vixen method and insisting on massage.

Even if it's sleeping next to Xiangye.

There was no interruption, sneaky, how should it have some effect.

Poor her, she didn't realize that Daji was talking nonsense.

The reason why it can be effective is that when you get older, you grow up naturally, and it has nothing to do with massage.

"You know that's not what you mean."

Fang Xiu said, reaching out and tapping her little head again.

Yang Yuhuan covered his little head, lowered his head aggrievedly, and didn't dare to speak.

Fang Xiu looked at her, sighed in his heart, a look of helplessness appeared between his eyebrows, and said:

"Tell me the truth, what the hell was going on just now."

Yang Yuhuan was silent for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Fang Xiu, a little uneasy:

"The slave family feels that the slave family's body is getting more and more strange."

Fang Xiu: "......"

How does this sound so strange?

There was a moment of silence.

Realize that this means nothing else.

Fang Xiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he asked, "What's strange?" ”

The little girl seemed to be a little embarrassed, bit her red lip, and after a while she mustered up her courage and whispered:

"During this time, the slave family always felt that the body was so hot......"

"Especially when I see Xiangye, it's even hotter......"

Fang Xiu wanted to say: It was a fever.

However, he knew in his heart that the little girl was so nervous, it must be an abnormal fever.

And.

Some time ago, when it was just winter, others felt chills when they were wearing a big coat.

The little girl only wore a thin long dress, but she didn't feel the slightest, which was obviously not normal.

Fang Xiu thought about it, slowly lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against Yang Yuhuan's forehead, carefully feeling the change in temperature.

Yang Yuhuan had a pair of watery eyes, looking at the handsome face that was close to Chi Qi stupidly.

Shortness of breath and rapid heartbeat.

Finally, she couldn't restrain the movement in her heart, poked her little head, and touched Fang Xiu's lips.

It's so soft......

Yang Yuhuan's fair face was dyed red, and he clearly warned himself that it was just a moment, not to annoy Xiangye, but the emotions surging in his heart made him unable to restrain himself, and he was dissatisfied and posted it again.

Only this time, it didn't succeed.

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand, pressed her smooth forehead, and said softly:

"Wait until you grow up!"

The little girl wants to cry without tears.

"Woo woo woo ......"

"People can't wait......"

His eyes were misty, and he looked at Fang Xiu pitifully, and said in a coquettish and pitiful voice:

"The slave family really wants to ......"

Not beat around the bush.

At this moment, look at the sweet girl in front of you.

There was a strange feeling rippling in Fang Xiu's heart.

However, looking at the slightly immature little face, he finally restrained the impulse in his heart.

"Wait until you're a year longer."

With the exact time.

Yang Yuhuan felt that he had finally seen the dawn, his cheeks were red and hot, and he was holding his slender and straight jade legs, standing in place slimly, and said with a red face:

"That'...... Will it be possible next year? ”

Fang Xiu thought about it, next year will be almost the age of marriage, nodded and said:

"Well, next year."

Yang Yuhuan got the answer he wanted, a look of joy appeared between his eyebrows, and he opened his arms to hug Fang Xiu.

Looking up at his ruddy little face, he smiled and said:

"Xiangye, there are still two months to go before the New Year, Xiangye's words must be counted, and he can't regret it."