The spring breeze is so proud of the horse's hoof disease that he sees all the flowers in Chang'an in one day (73)

No matter how much Fu An tried to comfort him, he couldn't be comforted, and then Fu An would cry with His Highness.

Even when I grow up I still can't change this habit.

Just like now.

"Your Highness, please don't cry. If you cry, I will feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, his voice was choked with sobs.

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After being outside for a long time, Shen Yue had a fever again, but it was not serious. After taking medicine, Shen Yue got better.

But my head is still dizzy and my cough is a bit severe.

It was very warm inside the house, without a trace of cold wind leaking in.

Fu'an stayed by his side and refused to leave at night, and Cheng Qiangong almost never came. He probably gave it to Shen Yaojin as soon as he got the military talisman. The two of them might be planning, but naturally there was no Time comes.

Shen Yue has never restricted his freedom. He can leave whenever he wants and go out whenever he wants without any hindrance.

Obviously the illness was not serious, but Shen Yue suddenly became very haggard and couldn't eat. If he tried to eat more, he would vomit it all.

Fu'an Ji's face looked even more haggard than Shen Yue's. Every day he tried his best to get some delicious and fresh food for Shen Yue to replenish his health.

It's clear after the snow, and the lazy winter sunshine passes through the sparse shadows of the trees, reflecting the thick ice and snow, making it look scorching and dappled with light and shadow.

The windows were opened a little, and the smell of medicine in the room was too strong. If you stayed there for a long time, you would feel like you were suffocating.

The cold wind blew in and dispersed the medicinal smell in the room.

Shen Yue sat on the soft couch, her pale and sickly face dazzlingly white, as white and flawless as solidified milk.

She just wore a thick ink-colored cloak, and her long ink-like hair hung down on her shoulders. She held a brush in her hand, teasing the turtle that was struggling to crawl. Her fingers were slender, and she vaguely revealed a sickly look. Weak.

The turtle slid extremely slowly for a certain distance, and was pushed away by a brush again. It climbed up and down again and again, feeling happy and unhappy.

There was a faint sound outside the door.

"Meet Master Cheng..."

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Cheng Qiangong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, walked in dressed in white. There was no snow on him, only cold air. He stood for a while, and when the cold air dissipated from his body, he walked over.

As if she didn't notice him, Shen Yue lowered her eyes and continued teasing the turtle.

It's just that they haven't seen each other for a few days. Shen Yue seemed to be thinner than before. He heard that he was infected with the cold again. Cheng Qiangong was entangled in trivial matters and rushed over as quickly as possible. When he saw Shen Yue's appearance The look made my heart tremble.

He came closer and moved his pale lips for a while before speaking in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

Shen Yue did not raise her head. Her shoulders were thin and her eyelashes were long and thick, casting a faint trace under her eyelids.

Her expression was silent, and there was no warmth between her eyebrows.

The turtle is climbing up at an extremely slow speed.

"Much better."

Cheng Qiangong's fingers hanging by his side shrank unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes were covered with a dark and unclear light, and his thin lips uttered words that seemed to be worried: "Your Highness, why don't you value yourself so much?" It’s very windy outside, so Your Highness should go out less often.”

The words seemed worried, but Shen Yuequ seemed to be able to feel his cold eyes.

The hand holding the brush tightened unconsciously, and the dark blue blood vessels bulged slightly.

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