As the summer passed, the sky became shorter and shorter, and only half an hour later, the lights were already on, Shen Qingjiao finished eating the porridge and drank the medicine,

She only felt that her body was extremely sore, and her forehead was a little hot, and she knew that tonight was not very good.

Honeysuckle took the remaining half of the bowl of porridge, avoiding the increasingly heavy autumn rain outside, didn't care about the wet skirt, hurriedly entered the side hall to clean up, the dim and dark sky could not look into the gray rain, tonight is honeysuckle on duty, the cloud pendant and lotus fragrance who were waiting outside have returned to the ear room where the palace maid lived, rested, honeysuckle drank a bowl of hot ginger soup by himself, and planned to return to the inner hall as soon as possible after a simple freshening up.

However, a dim lantern was lit up in the courtyard, and a dozen of them walked forward in the rain, and the person carrying the lantern seemed to be guiding someone, Honeysuckle was shocked, opened his eyes wide to see, and suddenly saw his body clearly, and in the panic, half of the ginger soup was sprinkled, and she inhaled straight in her mouth, and it was not good to delay, so she hurriedly turned into the corridor, and she was impartial just like someone who came a moment faster.

"Slaves and maids give greetings to the saints, and the saints are golden." Honeysuckle stabilized his body, ignoring his rapid breathing, and the town asked the people who came to say goodbye.

She was surprised and delighted for Shen Qingjiao in her heart, she was so surprised that it was such a heavy rain, and the saint came quietly, but her own mother was sick and couldn't get up to serve. The joy is that the saint must have known that Niangniang was sick, but he didn't care about such a heavy rain, and came to see Niangniang. 𝓜.🅅𝙤🅳🅃🆆.𝘾𝓞🄼

Honeysuckle almost thought with joy, no matter what it was, it was a great thing that the Holy One had finally come.

Chen Fu was soaking wet with half of his body, but he still dutifully patted the raindrops on the dragon robe for Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi glanced at the closed temple door, stood with his hands in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "The medical officer came to see, what can you say?" Why did you get sick? ”

"Back to the saint, the medical officer took a look, only said that the autumn day has changed, the mother may have come back from Qingtai on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the cold wind blew to be infected with the wind cold, all of them were the slaves and maids who did not serve well, and asked the saint to forgive the sin." Honeysuckle stiffened her neck and continued: "The medical officer prescribed medicine, and our mother only drank it for a short time, and now she is only afraid of falling asleep, so it is not good to get up to greet the saint, and ask the saint to forgive her sins." ”

Xiao Qi glanced at Honeysuckle lightly, and said, "If you fall asleep, you will sleep, I don't have long hands, do I have to serve your mother?" Go and fetch water and send it to the inner hall, don't disturb the rest of the people, and after that, you will stay outside the hall, Chen Fu, let Changxi come in and wait, and you go back to the Qinzheng Palace. ”

"Yes, Holy."

Chen Fu gently pushed open the door of the inner hall, and looked at Honeysuckle, and he called Changxi to guard the door of the inner hall, until Honeysuckle sent hot water in, and came out to say that the saint had finished freshening up, Chen Fu explained a few words uncomfortably and left.

In the inner hall, after Xiao Qi finished grooming himself, he wore a green pine moon white bedclothes, he sat on the edge of the bed through the curtains, and his posture was firmly branded on the purple curtain under the swaying candle flame, the people on the couch did not seem to sleep steadily, and the heavy and long breathing sound due to the wind and cold not only did not drown in the dim dormitory, but fell on Xiao Qi's ears, like a fluttering goose feather, sweeping Xiao Qi's earlobes again and again.

Xiao Qi's fingertips moved, and it was not until the cold air that had just walked all the way completely dissipated that he reached out and hooked the corner of the curtain, and through the faint light, he could see the situation of Shen Qingjiao on the couch clearly.

In the curtain, Shen Qingjiao, who had been sick for a few days and hadn't seen him, was caught off guard and broke into Xiao Qi's eyes, and his eyes greedily and disgusted put Shen Qingjiao's whole person into deep eyes.

Probably because she was sick and slept unsteadily, Shen Qingjiao's cheeks like hibiscus frost in the past had lost a lot of weight, and the whole person nested in the futon, and there were several goose feather cushions behind her head, maybe only in this way could she breathe more smoothly.

But it made her whole person even more fragile, as if she couldn't resist bumping like water and jade, and due to the development of the disease, her pale complexion was stained with a little blush, and a touch of beauty that she didn't have on weekdays deepened Xiao Qi's eyes a lot.

He frowned, lifted the curtain and leaned closer, brushed aside a few strands of green silk that Shen Qingjiao was wet from sweating, scraped his fingertips across Shen Qingjiao's cheeks, and said to himself dishappily: "Shen Qingjiao, is that what you have?" ”

"Your palace maid, like you, has eight hundred eyes and eyes, and says that you were infected with the wind cold by blowing a cold wind, but I know that you must have been sad because of that letter, and thus became ill." Xiao Qi bared his teeth and said hatefully: "Why don't you see you being so interested in me?" A letter keeps you up at night? And get sick yourself? You're a little too unproductive, aren't you? ”

"I knew this, I shouldn't have let people rush to Ji County, took the letter from your brother and sent it to Kyoto non-stop=, a broken letter, and tossed yourself sick, you are not afraid of my jokes." The more Xiao Qi thought about it, the more angry he became, his fingertips pinched Shen Qingjiao's chin, and he shook it lightly: "If this happens again in the future, I will definitely not let people send the letter, see how you are!" ”

"Don't!"

A broken murmur came from Shen Qing's mouth