I'm so sweet after being forced to marry a sick and weak prince

Chapter 44 The body of a long illness, the root of early injury

Although General Mu died in battle, his title as a general has not been deprived. As General Mu's own son, Mu Zhang can naturally study in this academy.

Muzhang has not been enlightened yet, so entering the academy is naturally the enlightenment class of the academy.

The elementary class is basically filled with children who are about the same age as Mu Zhang.

Seeing Mu Zhang and his little schoolbags entering the initiation class, Mu Sheng left the academy.Muzhang will have lunch in the academy, and it will be enough to send a carriage to pick him up in the evening.

The other officials' children have servants to follow, and so does Mu Zhang. If there is anything, the servant will go back to the house and tell her immediately.

What's more, this is to study, not to fight in the battlefield, so she has nothing to worry about.

Back at the General's Mansion, I happened to meet four imperial doctors who were about to leave.

"Miss." The four imperial doctors cupped their hands and gave her a slight salute politely.

Mu Sheng also cupped his hands: "My lords."

A polite return.

Mu Sheng was like this yesterday, when she saw a general clasping her fists and seeing a civil servant clasping her hands, she looked like a man, but she didn't look like a man either clasping her fists or clasping her hands. The imperial physicians were not surprised, they just thought it was General Mu's family tradition, and his daughter was capable of both civil and military skills.

Although she doesn't have the attitude of a girl in a boudoir, it makes people dare not underestimate her.

"Young Master Feng is no longer on the verge of dying, I'm going back to my life." said the leading imperial doctor.

Mu Sheng: "So the third son Feng is all right?"

Another imperial doctor sighed: "Mr. Feng San has been weak and sick since he was a child. His body has been injured for a long time. It can't be cured. It can only be said that for the time being...he can't die."

Mu Sheng nodded, then cupped his hands again, thank you for telling me.

"Then I'll take my leave." The imperial doctors cupped their hands again and saluted before leaving.

Mu Sheng returned to the mansion, thought about it, and went to Qinfengyuan.

The maids and servants in Qinfengyuan all acted lightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone.

After casually asking a maid, I found out that Feng Jun woke up again before having a cup of tea, but his energy was still very weak, and he fell asleep again, and Nan Yuanrang was not allowed to disturb, that's why everyone was so light-hearted.

Mu Sheng understood, and walked towards Nanyuan.

Nanyuan was guarding Feng Junchi's door alone with a knife, and when he saw Mu Sheng walking towards him, he was a little scared of Mu Sheng, and naturally panicked, but he didn't show it on his face.

The door was closed, Mu Sheng glanced at it, then turned to Nanyuan, facing Nanyuan, and asked, "Can I go in and have a look?"

"I just woke up, and I have an explanation. If the eldest lady comes and wants to go in, just go in. Miss, please." Nan Yuan pushed the door open.

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows instantly.

This feeling of meeting the opponent...

well.

She has not met an opponent for a long time.

You can play with Feng Junchi.

Mu Sheng stepped over the threshold and went in with his hands behind his back.

The room smelled of bitter medicine, the curtains were opened this time, Feng Junchi's face was extremely pale, eyes closed, lying quietly on the bed, breathing weakly but evenly.

Indeed fell asleep again.

The difference from yesterday's one is that several calligraphy and paintings have been hung on the wall of the room to decorate it. Each piece of calligraphy and painting is exquisite, with extremely artistic conception and charm, which makes the style of this room a lot higher.

Could it be that these are Feng Junchi's calligraphy?

If so, Feng Junchi's exquisite painting skills and magnificent calligraphy are probably not matched by many people in this world.

Walking to the bed, lowering his eyes, he looked down at the person on the bed. The person on the bed was indeed in a very bad condition, but he looked like he couldn't die.

After watching for a while, seeing that the person on the bed was just sleeping quietly, and there was no other movement, Mu Sheng then moved a round stool by the bed.

Then, sit down.

Leaning over, he took Feng Junchi's hand out of the quilt.

　PS: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~
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