C23 Gu Mingxuan Was Ill?

Looking at Mo Yi guiltily, he started to stutter: "Could it be …" Is he sick because he's in the water? "

Mo Yi was simply too lazy to speak to her, but when he thought of her identity, he could only roll his eyes and say coldly:

"My family's young master was frail and weak, how could he withstand this kind of cold? He has been burning for two days already."

Hearing how serious it was, Mu Zhihuan grew anxious. "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and call the imperial physician!"

Mo Yi rolled her eyes at Mu Zhihuan once again. "This is the imperial physician."

Only then did he realize that he had delayed the other party's time. "Let's go, I'll go with you to take a look."

No matter what, Gu Mingxuan had suffered the chills because of saving Jiang Qing from it. She should have gone over to take a look no matter what.

Just as they entered the room, Mu Zhihuan could smell the familiar scent of medicine.

She sniffed. When she walked into the bedroom, she saw a sickly pale face on the bed. Her thin lips were completely bloodless. Even that incredibly beautiful face of Gu Mingxuan seemed to have lost its luster.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Mu Zhihuan walked over to the bedside and asked apologetically, "About that … Gu Mingxuan … How are you? "

Gu Mingxuan glanced at Mu Zhihuan with a tired expression before saying with a hoarse voice, "No problem."

What's the point of being burned like this?

Mu Zhihuan rolled her eyes in her heart. It didn't take long for the imperial physician to write out a prescription and have Mo Yi go get the medicine.

Immediately, the originally lively room turned quiet. Mu Zhihuan found an awkward stool and sat down.

"Thank you for saving Ran'er."

Gu Mingxuan's breath was weak as he said, "It's nothing, it's just a small matter."

After that, she violently coughed out a mouthful of blood, causing Mu Zhihuan to nearly jump up in fright.

He quickly stepped forward to pour Gu Mingxuan a cup of hot tea, then helped him take a sip.

With the hot water moistening his throat, Gu Mingxuan finally felt the burning sensation in his throat improve a little. "Thank you, Miss Zhihuan."

"I should be the one thanking you."

Mu Zhihuan stood up, imitating Seventh Madame, and gave Gu Mingxuan a great bow.

"Re'er is my everything. Therefore, you saving Ran'er is equivalent to saving me. If there's anything that I can help you with in the future, just open your mouth and say so."

The setting sun shined into the bedroom, shining its rays on Mu Zhihuan's body.

Her light purple clothes were dyed with a layer of gold, giving her delicate face a hint of hazy beauty.

Waking up and being beautiful to the point where one's eyes couldn't move away from it.

Gu Mingxuan weakly raised his hand, gesturing for her to stand up. "Lady, there's no need for this. In that sort of situation, everyone would do what I do."

Would anyone do that?

Mu Zhihuan laughed self-deprecatingly. However, Jiang Qing's father only stood to one side, worried about his concubine.

Seeing Gu Mingxuan looking so weak, Mu Zhihuan was a little worried that he would be able to make it through:

"Forgive me for being so bold, Your Highness. Your body is so weak …" Why did they send you here? "

This was the first time they had met, and he looked sick to the point that he was on the verge of death.

Couldn't the emperor of Great Oblivion choose a healthier person to give him this gift?

Coughing lightly twice, Gu Mingxuan's clear and cold eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth forcefully curved into a curve:

"Just because I have someone I want to find."

Was it his wife and children? Mu Zhihuan secretly clicked her tongue. This person seemed rather infatuated. So there was such a person with human feelings in the Imperial Family.

"Mistress, the medicine is ready."

At this moment, Muk Yi came in with a bowl of brown coloured medicine. The bitter taste of the medicine instantly filled the room.

Without even raising his eyes, this Gu Ming drank all the medicine in one gulp. At that moment, Mu Zhihuan felt as if her throat had turned bitter.

She casually picked up the sugar figurine she bought for Jiang Qinggran from the table and handed it over to Gu Mingxuan. "Here, have some candy? This medicine looks bitter. "

He didn't care if Gu Mingxuan was happy or not, he directly stuffed the sugar figurine into Gu Shenwei's hand and instructed him:

"Take good care of yourself. I'll bring Ran Er here to thank you personally in a few days."

As she finished speaking, Mu Zhihuan placed another sugar-coated person onto the table. "I know about the bitter medicine, but you don't have to be so abusive. In a while, I'll let Ink Cloth go to the market and buy you some candied fruits. "

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's leaving figure, Mo Yi had a complicated expression on his face as he looked at his master.

"Is she taking care of you like a child?"

Then, Black Robe's eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

His master was smiling just now? That ice-cold master, his smile actually reached his eyes?

"It seems like Black Robe's line of sight is too hot." Gu Mingxuan said hoarsely, "I'm tired."

"..." "Yes."

Before she left, Mo Yi suddenly thought of the sugar figurine that Mu Zhihuan had given her earlier. "Mistress, this sugar figurine …"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that his master had already fallen asleep, and that sweet man had been tightly made up by him.

"Mother, what happened? Why have you been gone for so long?"

The little bun looked left and right, but he didn't see the sugar figurine in Mu Zhihuan's hands.

His small face instantly collapsed.

"Mother …" Where's the Sugar Man you said you'd bring me? "

The little bun's mouth was wrinkled like a bun. It was obvious that he was unhappy.

Mu Zhihuan gave an awkward laugh as she tried to change the topic.

"It's quite lively outside today. Mother will bring you out for a few days of the Beggar Festival, how about that?"

However, this kind of trick couldn't fool this little bun who was often fooled by his mother.

With his hands on his waist and his big, watery eyes wide open, he complained to Mu Zhihuan in a dissatisfied tone.

"Bad mother!" We agreed to buy candy for Ran'er, mother doesn't like Ran'er anymore! "

This...

You don't like it? This little bun's face had recently gotten fatter and his guts had gotten fatter. He was actually beginning to blame her?

Looking at the fuming Steamed Bun, Mu Zhihuan laughed and picked him up. It seemed that he had really let down his guard and dared to talk to her like this.

This is what a kid should look like.

I pinched his small nose. "Alright, mother knows her wrongs! I'll take you to play with you in two days to compensate you? "

The little blob's eyes were wide open as he looked around randomly, "Then I want to eat candy men!"

"Alright, alright, I'll buy it for you!"

The little group of people harrumphed and stretched out his adorable fingers. "Two!"

How did he learn how to bargain like this?

"But only this time."

The child was teething. Mu Zhihuan was afraid that he would lose his teeth after eating too much.

"Oh ~ Isn't this elder sister? Long time no see. "

As the two of them chatted, a playful voice sounded from behind them. Mu Zhihuan could tell who it was without even turning around.

"Ran'er, let's go back to the manor. This night, the demonic wind is strong and all the monsters and ghosts have been blown out."

Hearing that she was called a monster, Yang Qiuyu's face immediately turned ugly.