The old man was so angry that his beard was shaking. After all, he didn't say anything. He lived in the commander-in-chief's house.
Fortunately, the medicine was really effective. At night, a Zhao's fever was under control.
All the people in the house were relieved, and green bamboo was thankful in his heart.
As a person who is close to serving ah Zhao, she can't take off her responsibility when something happens to him.
Towards dawn, a Zhao's fever had subsided, and people were waking up.
Huo Jun, who had watched her all night, was relieved.
"Huo Jun?" As soon as a Zhao opened his eyes, he vaguely saw the familiar figure.
Huo Jun's voice was a little hoarse: "are you awake? Is it still hard? "
It's a little uncomfortable.
My throat is dry, my whole body is sore and my skin is itchy.
But a Zhao did not say anything, and then he called out: "you are not angry with me?"
Huo Jun pursed his lips and looked at the man on the bed with the light.
That's what she's like. She never seems to get the point.
Or, she's focused on something that's never the same as someone else.
Such a person.
How can he get angry?
He bent down in a broken jar, his side face next to hers.
"I'm not angry."
Ah Zhao was relieved.
Huo Jun this person will not lie to her, he said not angry, that is really not angry.
As soon as she felt relieved, she began to be delicate.
"Lie, you ignored me so long ago." Her soft complaints.
Huo Jun held her hand in a good temper: "I was busy with business Well, I'm sorry. It's my fault. Not in the future. "
Ah Zhao smiles contentedly, and finally begins to hem and haw: "I'm thirsty..."
The lights of the commander-in-chief's mansion were lit up in many places.
Huo Jun personally fed a warm water to a Zhao, and the poor old doctor was dragged out of the warm quilt to check for a Zhao. After confirming that there was nothing serious to eat, he asked the green bamboo to bring the gruel dishes that had been prepared in the kitchen.
A Zhao was weak in the end and recovered from a serious illness. After eating, he began to feel sleepy.
Huo Jun guard in her side, watching her look gradually become quiet, breathing also slowly become shallow, this just got up.
His face became cold and fierce again, and his tenderness in the face of a Zhao disappeared in front of others.
He went straight to Mrs. six's yard.
Neither Huo Xianxian nor the sixth wife was asleep.
After Huo Xianxian went back, he told the sixth wife about a Zhao's serious illness. After being stunned for a moment, she sighed.
"If you really shouldn't be soft hearted..."
Huo Xianxian did not understand her meaning: "Niang, what are you talking about?"
Six Mrs. looks rare gentle up, reached out to touch her daughter's hair: "nothing, mother want to stay alone for a while, you go to rest."
When Huo Jun went to the courtyard, the sixth wife was sitting alone in the courtyard making tea.
"Good morning, marshal." She was surprised to see Huo Jun.
Huo Jun did not speak.
Six wife also does not care, made two cups of tea, pointed out to Huo Jun: "please sit down."
Huo Jun looked at her as if for the first time he had known the sixth wife who had never existed in the mansion.
He did not move the cup of tea: "six ladies' tea, I dare not drink."
The sixth wife laughed and didn't care what he said. She took a sip.
"You know why I came here." Huo Jun said.
The sixth wife put down her tea cup and said softly, "if I say, I don't know?"