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Su Yuewu took the clothes and waved for Rou-Er to leave. As he was waving his hands, he suddenly sneezed. The clothes in his hands were almost thrown to the ground.

"Is Master alright? Could it be that you have caught wind of the cold? " Rou Er looked at Su Yuewu with concern, afraid that she had caught a cold and didn't know when she would recover.

"I'm fine. It's just that my nose has been itchy in recent days. It must be because my nose is sick." Su Yuewu smiled. She had already contracted this disease in the modern world, and it was known as rhinitis. Ever since he came here, he had not had any more outbreaks. He did not expect that after getting soaked in the rain today, his nose would become restless, and it seemed that he would have a relapse.

"Is your nose sick? This subordinate truly is ashamed of himself for his ability to describe. " Rou-Er lightly smiled as she withdrew, standing at the door to guard for Su Yuewu.

After changing my clothes, Rou-Er hurriedly took out a thick piece of clothing and draped it over my body, afraid that she would actually catch a cold.

The moment he sat down, Nangong Yan rushed in.

"I heard that you came back from the rain?" Nangong Jean's body was getting weaker. Just these few steps were taken by a servant carrying a palanquin. Almost all of his body was emptied by the disease.

"I've troubled you." Su Yuewu lowered her head and quickly moved Nangong to the seat of honor.

"I just heard that you came back from the rain and felt a bit of heartache. You must take care of your body and don't leave behind any sickness. If you catch a cold, I have a lot of medicinal herbs. If you need them, you can come to my place to get them. " Nangong let her speak in a serene tone, her tone was frail and weak. She actually did not give Su Yuewu the slightest opportunity to interrupt.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine, I just suffered a little rain. My body isn't that delicate. I'll be fine by tomorrow." Su Yue Wu replied with a smile.

Right at this time, Leng Fanyun also walked into the room. He saw that there was Nangong Yong sitting in the middle of the room. For a moment, he wanted to laugh. It was just that he was thinking about Bing-Er.

"I'll have to trouble Brother Nan Gong to take care of her. I will take care of Wu'er's body, so you don't have to worry so much." The corner of Leng Fanyun's mouth lifted into a smile. Su Yuewu knew what he was talking about and gently twisted his shoulder. Leng Fanyun grimaced as he dodged. Such a warm and small scene made Nangong feel envious.

The facts proved that Su Yuewu's body was not that bad. After drinking the ginger tea Rou'er meticulously prepared for her, she slipped into the warm blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when she woke up, Su Yuewu stretched her body as usual and rang the bell by the bedside, calling Rou'er to come in and help her wash.

"Am I in good spirits today?" Su Yuewu stretched out her hand and looked at her white and tender fingers. Her fingertips lightly danced, revealing her narcissistic nature.

"Master, you are in good spirits. I just don't know how is Leng Fanyun's body." Rou'er pouted her lips. While twisting a hot towel for Su Yuewu, she spoke.

"What happened to Leng Fanyun?" Su Yuewu slightly frowned with a face full of concern.

"What else could it be? Yesterday, I caught a cold from the rain, so I fell ill today." Rou-Er shrugged her shoulders. It was hard to tell if she reacted too quickly or her master was too slow.

"Really? Have you ever asked a doctor to look at it? " Su Yuewu was startled and immediately sat up from the bed.

"How can this be fake? The doctor has seen it and said that nothing serious has happened. For the next few days, do not catch a cold and just rest well. " Yesterday, when the two of them came back, Rou'er already discovered that Leng Fanyun's clothes were almost completely drenched, while Su Yuewu was still better off, only having a few spots in front of her that were wet. Presumably, it was because Leng Fanyun had done his best to protect Su Yuewu.

"That's good. Help me comb my hair, and I'll go to his room to take a look." After Su Yuewu heard that Leng Fanyun was just having a cold, she relaxed a bit.

"The heart of my lord has returned to Leng Fanyun. Even if he were to get sick, borrowing the power of my lord's eyes, he would soon recover completely." Rou'er chuckled as she teased Su Yuewu.

"Girl, you really are quick with your words. You know how to make fun of me. "No need to say anymore, I will go to Leng Fanyun's room now." Su Yuewu jumped off the bed, leaving Rou'er, who held a comb in her hand, standing blankly in the room.

Leng Fanyun was indeed fine, and seeing him so lazy, Su Yuewu tucked him in and watched him sleep.

Nangong Bing had been provoked by yesterday's incident. On top of that, his body was not feeling well today. Thus, she stayed in her room, unwilling to go out.

The time for lunch came, and Bing'er brought over the rotten food she had cooked as usual, slowly feeding it to Nangong. For some reason, even though Bing'er tried her best to avoid his gaze and not meet his, she still felt that his eyes were burning today.

"Is Sir Nangong satisfied with today's congee?" Bing-Er asked in a low voice. She was a bit timid, but she made Nangong feel sorry for her.

"Very good." Nangong Qianyu pursed her lips in praise, and Bing'er nodded. She was the one who had personally stewed the rice porridge. Nangong's praise naturally made her happy.

"When you go down, help me tell the chef that I really like this millet porridge. Next time, just cook it according to today's method." Nangong Jean took another spoonful of the congee. He liked this kind of food more and more.

"Bing-Er has remembered it." Bing-Er said as she scooped up another spoonful of rice porridge and put it to her mouth.

After lunch, the sun gradually showed up in the sky. Bing'er saw that Nangong let him stay in his room all day, so she advised him to go out for a walk.

Winter depression could be seen everywhere as they stood in the courtyard. The air was gradually filled with a chilling air. It had only been a few days since the wedding of Serene Huang and Red Silk.

"Tell me, why did that flock of geese from the south move to the south? Do they have a safe place to live in their impoverished life?" Nangong Jean raised his head and looked at the birds flying in the sky, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Everyone has their own lives, so aren't people the same? In order to survive, there is no other way." Bing-Er answered quietly.

"What you said makes sense. Bing-Er, do you think there is a pure friendship between men and women in this world? " Nangong Jean spoke again.

"Even if there are pure feelings between men and women, they should still be extremely rare." Bing'er paused for a moment before continuing, "If possible, Mister Nangong, I wish to be good friends with you. I can tell you anything without restraint, and do not hold it in. As for you, you can tell me whatever it is that you need not worry about my opinion of you. I would like to have such a friendship. "

"But I don't want to." Nangong Bing suddenly grabbed onto Bing-Er's hand tightly. She was extremely excited.

"I don't want to feel that way. If you can talk to someone, why can't you be with them? Did he have to carry a false name of friendship in order for all of this to be logical? No, I don't want it, I... I have a lot of things I can't say, but I know I already have different feelings for you. "

Nangong let him muster up the courage to speak out the words in his heart.

"You have different feelings for me? "Mister Nangong, it is enough to only say such a joke once. If you say too much, regardless of who it might be, if you say it or hear it, you will be tired. You will all be tired." Bing-Er smiled bitterly and broke away from Nangong Leong's grip on her arm. She looked miserable.

"What I said was the truth. I truly want to do many many, many things with you." Nan Gong looked at Bing'er with a serious expression.

"In the last few days, I have often thought that if I was with you, I would be able to bask in the winter sun with you. I would be able to draw your eyebrows, draw many different shapes on your brow, and then I would be able to go to the river with you to play. I would catch fish, and you would make them for me …"

Nan Gong and Nan Gong spoke quietly. Bing-Er was also stunned. She stood by his side and listened quietly, looking at his flying body and the corner of his mouth that was smiling.

This kind of demeanor made her feel both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Bing-Er, I want to live a simple life with you." Nan Gong's face turned red and he spoke out everything he was thinking. He had made up his mind to a great extent.

"I actually feel that your words are unreal. Is life like this really something that you and I can live together?" Bing-Er raised her face and her hands formed a cross. She felt like she was the heroine of a fairy tale. Nangong Jean was the one who could give her a happy future.

"Don't think that it's so beautiful that it's unreal. Believe me, I will slowly make it real, plump, and so that you can touch it with one hand." Nangong let her hold Bing-Er's hand, her eyes were sincere.

"Elder Nan Gong, your words, I … Bing-Er was just envious, but she didn't dare to touch it. Bing-Er wanted to hug him, but she didn't know what to say. She was scared. It was a beautiful dream this time. She woke up and everything was gone.

"Everything I said is true, you don't have to cower. This time, I just want to fulfill our dream with you, Bing'er, and no one else. The days I spend with you will definitely be beautiful and real. "

Nangong Jean's grip on Bing'er was so tight that it hurt.

The pain from her fingertips penetrated her nerves all the way to her heart. This was the first time she had experienced such a feeling.

"What about my lord? Didn't you always like Su Yuewu as the host? " Bing-Er said timidly. She was afraid that if she wasn't careful enough, she would break the sight in front of her.

"I am too childish. The one I love is just a Su Yuewu that I will never be able to get, but you, who have always silently accompanied me by my side, was ignored by me. I'm really sorry. " Nan Gong said with guilt. He raised his hand and covered Bing'er's hair, and sighed.

Hearing him, Bing-Er started to cry.

"Why are you crying? Could it be that I'm too strong?" Looking at how Bing'er was crying with joy, Nan Gong didn't know what to do for a moment.

"No, no, no. You have to hold on tight. You can't let go of me for the rest of your life." Bing-Er raised her hand and wiped the tears in her eyes. She tried so hard to hold it back, but she couldn't.

Would he be mocked by Elder Nan Gong like this?

While wiping her tears, Bing-Er secretly peeked out an eye from her sleeve. She carefully observed Nangong, only to find that he was smiling at her.

"In the future, if we can hug her, we won't pull her. If we can hold her hand, we won't dodge, okay?" Nangong Jean's voice was soft and soft. It sounded like he wanted someone to take a bite out of it.

"Alright." Bing'er giggled and lightly tiptoed forward. Slowly, slowly, she made a mark on Nangong's face that belonged solely to her.

Nangong let her look at Bing'er lovingly, smiling.