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The night flute was indeed very angry, angry at Yun Qiu for looking down on her. Yun Qiu said it was a minor illness. Was there really such a worrying minor illness?

No wonder Yun Qiu's health wasn't good, she really didn't care for him. Even though Night Flute was angry, he still said gently to Yun Qiu, "My wife, in the future, don't say things that don't concern you. Remember, you're already the wife of your husband. You must take good care of yourself."

Yun Qiu froze, then nodded with a flushed face.

Yu'er reminded Yeye, "Young Master, the food is getting cold." Only then did Yun Qiu come back to his senses. She and Night Tick had been talking about her illness the entire time, and they almost didn't have any food to eat.

Yun Qiu sighed in his heart. A husband like Yeye Flute was actually especially good to her, but she would always accidentally offend him because of his anger.

Moreover, this was the first time Yun Qiu had felt the Night Flute's anger. Knowing that it was because of her that made him angry, Yun Qiu actually felt very happy in his heart. After all, how many women and their husbands would care so much about their illnesses? As far as Yun Qiu was concerned, the reason the flute acted this way was because it was paying attention to her performance.

Yun Qiu laughed. "Hubby, don't frown like that. I'm really fine." Yun Qiu originally wanted to let the flute relax, but even the heavens didn't want her to do so. As she was speaking, she suddenly sneezed.

Yun Qiu's smile froze. Yun Qiu carefully observed the expression of the flute, afraid that he would be angry again. Sure enough, the flute frowned and said to Yun Qiu in a rather dissatisfied tone, "My wife, you really don't care about yourself …"

When Yun Qiu heard this, he lowered his head in disappointment. Actually, this wasn't what she had hoped for. At this moment, Yun Qiu felt wronged. But suddenly, he heard the flute say, "Looks like your wife has to listen to her husband …"

Yun Qiu didn't understand what the flute said. She looked at it in confusion, but the flute didn't say anything and only gave Yun Qiu a mysterious smile. Yun Qiu suddenly felt a little awkward. She knew that the flute would not hurt her, but the feeling made her feel a little uneasy.

The next day, Yun Qiu was lying on her bed, looking at Yu'er with a headache. With a helpless tone, she said, "Yu'er, don't let me drink anymore. I just want to see it now …" Before Yun Qiu could finish his words, he saw the soup in Yu'er's hands from the corner of his eye and could not help bending over to vomit.

It turned out that the flute had said yesterday that it should listen to him, that it referred to the matter of nourishing the body. Of course, Yun Qiu had listened to the flute and obediently drank quite a bit. But — who drinks all day? For twelve hours a day, Yun Qiu was almost forced to stay in bed by Yu'er and the Night Flute's tyrannical power, then she was forced to drink a lot of soup. Yun Qiu knew that the flute had good intentions, but even though the soup wasn't heavy, Yun Qiu still couldn't drink it.

Yun Qiu had once heard people say that if one drank too much soup, they would die. She did not want to die so easily at such a young age. As such, Yun Qiu looked at Yu'er pitifully, trying to get her to let her go.

Yu Er said with a troubled expression on her face. "Miss, Young Master said — the doctor said that drinking seven great tonics a day is indeed very effective, and will only benefit you …"

Seeing that Yu'er was about to go on and on, Yun Qiu decisively buried her head in the blanket. Although the soup was delicious, she really couldn't drink it anymore. At this moment, Yun Qiu shouted in his heart, "What a god!" Who could save her!

Yun Qiu's timid appearance put Yu'er in a difficult position. Young master had said that he would make her drink it, but seeing her like this, it was really … He made her unable to move!

Yu'er continued to persuade Yun Qiu, "Miss, Young Master has said that this is the last bowl. Don't shirk away and drink it quickly. Otherwise, this young master would be very sad … " Yu'er wanted to say something, but she hesitated. Young Master had instructed her not to tell the Young Miss that he had sincerely helped her with something else.

Hearing Yu'er mention the flute, Yun Qiu said helplessly, "Yu'er, are you sure?" Are you sure this is the last bowl? Yun Qiu knew that the flute was doing this for her own good, so even though he wasn't willing, he really couldn't refuse it.

Yu'er hurriedly nodded her head, knowing that Yun Qiu was about to drink. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Young Master really does have his dignity.

As expected, Yun Qiu drank the soup without a second word. Yu'er's mood immediately became as beautiful as that brilliant rainbow.

Yun Qiu was currently lying on the bed with no regard for her image. She really could not get off the bed now – she was completely bloated by the soup.

Yu'er found Yun Qiu's suicidal move extremely amusing. She held Yun Qiu's hand and said with a smile, "Miss, Young Master is still doing this for your own good! Just forgive me! "

Yun Qiu looked at Yu'er who was beaming with happiness. Of course I understand my husband — thus, Yu'er, I hate you so much right now! With the help of my husband, he forced me to drink so much soup! How presumptuous! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Yun Qiu turned her head away from Yu'er to show that she was truly angry.

Yu'er wasn't worried about him at all. There was still a young master, wasn't there? With Young Master here, Miss would be at her mercy!

Yu'er said gently, "Miss, take your time to rest. I will be out." I'm sure you'll be all right tomorrow. "

The next day, Yun Qiu felt much better and his head no longer felt dizzy. Yun Qiu knew in his heart that it was definitely because the night flute made soup for her. Yun Qiu had never known that the night flute made soup for her. At this moment, Yun Qiu felt a little complicated in her heart. She had always thought that she owed the flute too much for hiding the truth. But this time, Yunqiu realized that the night flute was actually much more mysterious than she was.

Yu'er was the one who told her this. Yun Qiu was rather depressed. However, Yun Qiu knew that the flute was hiding these things from her, and it was definitely the same as what she was hiding from her. It definitely wasn't on purpose, it was all for the other party's sake. Thinking about it this way, Yun Qiu suddenly felt enlightened.

Just as Yunqiu walked into the courtyard, she heard the anxious voice of a night flute behind her. "My wife, why don't you keep your clothes on?"

Before Yun Qiu could turn around, she felt a warm feeling on her shoulder. It turned out that the flute had put on her clothes. Yun Qiu said embarrassedly, "Hubby, I-I just don't think it's been a long time since I last basked in the sunlight …"

Yun Qiu raised his head to look at the blue sky. It had been cold the past few days, but now it was much warmer. His heart stirred, and he didn't think too much before leaving. Now that she saw that the flute was angry, Yun Qiu suddenly remembered that she had been careless.

The flute didn't scold her this time, but said rather helplessly, "My wife, your husband doesn't want to see you so weak again." That kind of cloud and autumn looked as if they were dying, as if they were about to die at any moment.

Yun Qiu nodded with a bright smile and eyes that were filled with hope. "Master, I understand."