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Chapter 359 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (73)

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

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

Just like now.

"Your Highness, don't cry, you cry, I feel bad."

He said, his voice choked with sobs.

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After being outside in the wind for a long time, Shen Yue had a fever again, but it was not very serious, and she got better after taking the medicine.

But my mind was still dizzy, and my cough was a bit severe.

The house is very warm, not a trace of cold wind leaked in.

Fu'an has been guarding by his side all the time, and he refuses to leave at night, and Cheng Qiangong has almost never been here. He got the soldier talisman, and I'm afraid he gave it to Shen Yaojin immediately. The two of them may be planning, so naturally they don't have time to come .

Shen Yue has never imprisoned his freedom, he can leave whenever he wants, and he can go out when he wants to, without any hindrance.

Obviously the illness was not very serious, but Shen Yue suddenly became emaciated a lot, and couldn't eat anymore, and finally vomited up after eating a little more.

Fu An's anxious face was even haggard than Shen Yue's, and he tried his best to get some delicious and fresh food for Shen Yue's body every day.

It was sunny after the snow, and the lazy winter sun passed through the sparse tree shadows, reflecting the thick ice and snow, making it look scorching and mottled.

The windows were opened a little, and the smell of medicine in the room was too strong, and it would feel like suffocation after staying for a long time.

The cold wind blew in, blowing away the smell of medicine in the room.

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

She was only wearing a thick black cloak, her long ink-like hair was hanging down her shoulders, she was holding a writing brush in her hand, teasing the tortoise that was struggling to crawl, her fingers were slender, revealing a vaguely sick Weak.

The tortoise slid for a certain distance in an extremely slow manner, and was pushed away by a writing brush. It climbed up and down again and again, and it was very happy to leave.

There was a faint voice coming from outside the door.

"See Mr. Process..."

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

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

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few days. Shen Yue seems to be thinner than before. I heard that he caught the wind and cold again. Like that, my heart trembled.

He got closer, his pale lips moved, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

Shen Yue didn't look up, her shoulders were very thin, 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 and eyes.

The tortoise was climbing very slowly.

"much better."

Cheng Qiangong's fingers hanging by his side shrunk unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes were covered with an obscure light, and his thin lips uttered words that seemed worried: "Your Highness, why don't you value yourself so much?" body, it's windy outside, Your Highness should stay away from going out."

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

The hand holding the writing brush was unconsciously clenched, and the dark blue blood vessels were slightly raised.

　This chapter is relatively short, people want tickets~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)