In the small courtyard.

Golden chrysanthemums fell all over the ground.

Luo Qingzhou chased him into the house.

Bai Ling quickly chased after him and said, "Uncle, wait, you can't go in! The lady is taking a bath inside."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately stopped at the door.

Then he withdrew, stood under the eaves, looked at her and said, "What's wrong with Xia Chan?"

Bai Ling glanced at the room and said, "I don't know either."

Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes with a serious expression.

Seeing his fierce expression, Bai Ling could only say weakly: "Chanchan seems to be sick, her face doesn't look good, and she has been retching today."

Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Go find the doctor."

Bai Ling looked confused: "Chanchan is very stubborn and won't let the doctor see her. If a doctor comes near her, she will draw her sword."

Luo Qingzhou said: "As long as I'm here, she won't know how to do it, so go ahead."

Bai Ling glanced at him, said "Oh", turned around and left in a hurry.

Luo Qingzhou stood under the eaves, his heart rising and falling.

After a while.

Miss Qin walked out of the room wearing a snow-white dress and her hair was wet. She looked at him and said, "She's fine. You can go to the room and have a look."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Miss."

After saying that, without squinting his eyes, he entered the room from her side and smelled a faint fragrance like lotus flowers in his nose.

Come to the door of the room.

He raised his head and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He pushed directly and the door opened.

Just as he was about to go in, he looked back and saw that Miss Qin, who was standing at the door, had turned around and left for the back garden.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her cold and beautiful back, hesitated, and then entered the room.

The room is dark and covered with curtains.

Xia Chan hugged her knees and held the sword in her arms, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, motionless.

Seeing him come in, she slowly raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Luo Qingzhou walked over, squatted in front of her, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched her forehead.

The body temperature is normal and there is no fever.

But there was a hint of paleness on her delicate cheeks.

"How has your appetite been over the past two days? Apart from retching, have you had any other reactions?"

Luo Qingzhou asked again.

Xia Chan looked at him blankly for a while and shook her head slightly.

Luo Qingzhou walked to her side, sat down side by side with her, and said, "I asked Bai Ling to go find the doctor. Let the doctor take a look later, okay?"

Xia Chan shook her head: "No, don't."

Luo Qingzhou held her cold little hand and said softly: "Chanchan, listen to my uncle. I will tell you a story, okay?"

Xia Chan's little hand struggled a few times in the palm of her hand, but she didn't break free. She said with a pretty face: "No, it's not good."

Luo Qingzhou stared at her pretty profile for a while, then leaned over, kissed her cheek, and asked, "Is that okay?"

Xia Chan trembled slightly, clenched her small fist with her other hand, turned her head and glared at him and said, "Kiss you again and I'll hit you."

Luo Qingzhou kissed her little mouth, then held her in his arms and kissed her tightly.

Xia Chan struggled and trembled, pinching his arm with her other hand, but the strength quickly weakened, and her body quickly became soft...

Not long after, her whole body was pressed softly into his arms, her little face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she was just waiting for you to take your pick...

In the back garden.

The golden sunset filled the garden.

A girl in a snow-white dress stood in front of the railing of the pavilion, quietly, with no emotion on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

When Bai Ling came back slowly with an old woman with gray hair, Xia Chan had already taken off her shoes and socks and lay motionless on the bed. The blush on her cheeks had not dissipated, and the blur in her eyes was still charming.

.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, holding her sword in his hand.

The sword has been unsheathed, the window is open, and the light from outside shines in. The blade is cold, and the ruby ​​embedded in the blade shines brightly, making it particularly charming.

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment when he saw the quiet and harmonious scene in the room, and then brought the old woman in.

The old woman walked to the window, sat down on the stool, leaned over, and carefully observed the girl's face, eyes, and breathing on the bed for a while, then stretched out her hand and started to feel her pulse.

Xia Chan lay there, her eyes still open, motionless, not resisting, and she didn't draw her sword to hurt anyone like before.

Of course, there is no sword in her hand now.

Bai Ling's face was full of surprise and confusion. He walked to the window and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, what's going on? Why did Chanchan suddenly become so obedient? How did I persuade you?"

Luo Qingzhou inserted the sword into the scabbard, turned to look at her and said, "Want to know?"

Bai Ling nodded quickly, with an expression of humbly asking for advice.

Luo Qingzhou said: "I won't tell you."

Bai Ling: "..."

"snort!"

She snorted coldly, pursed her lips, ignored him, turned around and walked to the window, and asked impatiently: "Doctor, what happened to Chanchan? Is it..."

The old woman tilted her head, frowning the wrinkles on her forehead, and carefully checked her pulse for a while, and said: "This disease is a bit strange. The cold air in this little girl's body seems to be very strong, and the pulse pattern I have never seen before, what exactly is it?"

I really can't detect the illness. As for the retching you mentioned...did she not eat well these days? She must have a stomach disease. If she doesn't eat well, she will vomit, but she can't vomit anything.

thing."

Bai Ling said quickly: "Yes, doctor, Chan Chan rarely eats these days."

The old woman stood up and said: "I can't do anything about the cold. I can prescribe some medicine for this stomach disease. You can catch her and fry it for her to eat."

Bai Ling said quickly: "Doctor, please help me."

The old woman went to the table and opened the medicine box, took out a pen and paper, grinded the ink, and wrote down a prescription.

Luo Qingzhou took a closer look and saw "ginseng, atractylodes, poria, licorice, tangerine peel, pinellia" and other medicines written on it.

"Brew into soup, twice a day, it can replenish qi and strengthen the spleen, raise yang and benefit the stomach, clear away heat and remove dampness."

The old woman gave the prescription to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling took the prescription, turned around and said crisply: "Uncle, take the money."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and handed it to her: "Is it enough?"

Bai Ling weighed it and was about to say it was not enough. The old woman smiled and said: "That's enough, that's enough. I've even got enough medicine, and there's still more."

Bai Ling had no choice but to put away the money and said: "Uncle, please help keep an eye on Chan Chan. I'll see the doctor off and go out to get some medicine."

Luo Qingzhou nodded.

Bai Ling took the old woman away and turned back at the door to warn: "Uncle, don't bully Chan Chan while she's away!"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her.

After they left, Luo Qingzhou went over and closed the door, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "Chanchan, why haven't you eaten well these days?"

Xia Chan closed her eyes and did not answer.

Luo Qingzhou put the sword in his hand next to her, stood up and said: "Wait, I will go to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You must eat later, otherwise I will sit here tonight."

Gone."

After saying that, he left the room and went directly to the kitchen.

Xia Chan lay on the bed, slowly opened her eyes, and tightened her grip on her sword.

In the back kitchen.

Song Ruyue is wearing an apron and cooking by herself.

Mei'er, Qing'er and others were all standing by to help.

After Luo Qingzhou entered the kitchen, several maids looked at him in surprise.

Mei'er said quickly: "Madam, my uncle is here."
To be continued...