Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He began his career as a servant, doing this and that every other day during the day. Although they were not heavy work, it was annoying enough for the original owner.

At night, I have to do this and that with Cen Feiyu.

Stomach bloating, leg pain, chest pain when putting on clothes...

So tired.

Feng He does a lot of slacking off, and sometimes some things are solved with points.

But what happened at night...cannot be replaced by data.

It was another crazy night. Cen Feiyu didn't know what was wrong with him. He had been very cruel to him these past few days. It was as if he was stimulated by something.

Feng He has fainted several times.

It was still going on when he woke up. Feng He rolled her eyes and cried and cursed.

But the person being scolded remained silent and became even more excited.

Feng He almost vomited blood.

When Feng He woke up again, the palace was dim and there was still no one there.

Feng He felt dizzy and tired.

His skin was so delicate that the marks on it were difficult to remove.

Fenghe looked like a poor little white flower that had been severely destroyed.

He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and sniffed. Why did he feel his body was alternating between hot and cold?

It's still very cold even with the quilt on.

[Because you have a fever...]

The system informed Feng He and she immediately knew why she felt so uncomfortable.

"Then I'll continue to sleep. There's no one here anyway, so I can't call a doctor."

Feng He's pink, moist lips opened and closed.

[I'll block your pain for now, but this body is still in a feverish state.]

Feng He's tired drooping eyes sparkled, "Yeah, okay."

After saying this, Feng He seemed to be hesitant to talk again.

[Don't worry, no points are needed. I have upgraded, and the host's humanitarian care has also upgraded. Shielding the pain during the mission is a service.]

The system kindly explains.

"Okay, okay!" Feng He really smiled this time.

Feng He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but his body was left to its own devices and the fever got higher and higher.

Feng He was happily watching TV series in the system space, and fell asleep when her eyes were tired.

Feng He was woken up by the noise around him, and his hand was grabbed by a strong force.

Uncomfortably tight.

Feng He fluttered his eyelashes and when he opened his eyes, he saw Cen Feiyu sitting beside his bed, his eyes red, tightly holding his hand which was placed on the outside of the bed.

There were also a bunch of imperial doctors nearby.

Cen Feiyu found that he was awake and immediately said, "Doctor, he is awake."

If you listen carefully, you can hear a slight tremor in the voice.

The imperial physician came over immediately to take Feng He's pulse.

Feng He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and even after a good sleep, he looked up at the sky.

"emperor……"

After taking Cen Feiyu's pulse, the imperial physician signaled with his eyes to let him step aside to talk.

Cen Feiyu let go of Feng He's hand and followed the imperial physician out.

The imperial physician said solemnly: "Your Majesty...Miss Feng's physical condition..."

Cen Feiyu's eyes shone, and his voice was cold: "If you have something to say, please talk about it nicely."

In fact, there was a strong tremor in the voice.

"Miss Feng may have caught a severe cold and been frightened before. She also has a poor appetite, weak gastrointestinal function, is prone to illness, is prone to colds, and is cold all over in autumn and winter... I'm afraid..."

The imperial physician broke out in a cold sweat; he could tell that the emperor looked upon this young lady from the Marquis's Mansion with great regard.

Cen Feiyu's heart suddenly jerked, and the dense pain gnawed at his nerves and internal organs, but he ignored it.

What…what…

A great chill and shock.

Cen Feiyu tried his best to calm down, and released a great deal of pressure, saying to the imperial physician: "Shut up! I don't care what method you use, I will cure him."

The imperial physician nodded as much as he could, but he was actually feeling miserable.

They could only do their best to take care of Miss Feng's health.

The roots are damaged and can only be hung with the best.

He was born with poor health, and was prone to illness when he grew up. Now he has caught a cold and was frightened...

All he could say was to try to keep it.

Cen Feiyu immediately checked what happened to Feng He after he left.

It turned out that he was at a banquet, couldn't speak poetry, but was too stubborn, drank a glass of wine, got drunk, and accidentally fell into the lake...

Cen Feiyu covered his eyes with one hand and clenched the other hand at his side.

He... He actually caused Feng He's illness just because of vague jealousy...

And there were gastrointestinal problems... What on earth was he doing before, making a fuss about food? Really, he deserved to die.

Cen Feiyu's face looked extremely ferocious.

Feng He discovered that ever since he caught a cold, Cen Feiyu had been like his grandson in front of him.

Give him whatever he wants and speak to him in a soft voice.

Feng He's diet has returned to its previous refinement, and the ingredients are even more nutritious than before.

There were more servants in the palace, and the people who had been in the Marquis' Mansion before had returned.

They seemed to find new ways to amuse him every day.

Feng He was confused, but she was indeed very happy.

One day, Feng He was eating preserved fruit in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and she was talking to the system in her mind: "What's going on? Why did my status suddenly become so high?"

[…I blocked your sense of pain, so you don’t know it, but the original owner’s physical condition was actually very bad.]

Feng He: “Oh.”

I just said that everyone said that I looked very fragile.

"How long does the original owner have?"

[Cen Feiyu has been asking the imperial physician to treat you for probably a few years.]

"Oh."

Feng He held her cheek and looked at the shimmering lake.

When Zhao Changyu arrived, Feng He was playing on the swing with the servants.

The swing was built for him by Cen Feiyu in the yard, where there happened to be a big banyan tree with dense and strong branches.

Feng He saw Zhao Changyu and said with some surprise: "Zhao Changyu, why are you here?"

Zhao Changyu smiled bitterly: "I am going to guard the border, and I came to see you before I leave."

Feng He said "Oh" and asked, "Are you going with your father?"

Zhao Changyu nodded.

Feng He saw that Zhao Changyu seemed very sad, so she pretended to be deep and said: "Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you."

Zhao Changyu laughed: "Okay, okay."

He is not worried about having no friends in the future, but only worried that the people around him will forget him...

Zhao Changyu took out a box from behind and said, "This is a gift I brought for you... I don't know how long it will take for us to meet again."

Feng He took the box but did not open it immediately.

"It's not like we can't meet each other, why are you saying it so sadly..."

Zhao Changyu calculated the time, forced a smile, and said in a bitter tone: "Feng He, I'm leaving. You must be happy here. If you are not happy, you must write to tell me!"

Feng He sensed Zhao Changyu's sadness and nodded seriously.

Zhao Changyu turned around quickly. He had sneaked in.

He got rid of a lot of guards along the way, but with Cen Feiyu's alertness, he should have discovered him and would be chasing him soon.

Why would he suddenly go to the frontier? This is a disguised form of exile.

Since Cen Feiyu had given the order, he had no reason to refuse. His father could come back often, but he couldn't.

If he had known that Cen Feiyu was so obsessed with Feng He, he would not have...

Forget it, there is no if.

If this world is still ruled by the Sheng Dynasty, then it is the common people and all the people in the world who will suffer.

He had said countless times that he wanted to meet Feng He, but was rejected by Cen Feiyu with ease.

But today he must meet him.

Zhao Changyu wiped away the tiny tears from the corners of his eyes. The young man who was once full of vigor and vitality, after several years of baptism by wind and frost, his skin had more scars, his bones had become stronger, and his face had become more vicissitudes.

The young general eventually became a famous and powerful general.

Zhao Changyu quickened his pace and swore that this was the last time he would shed tears.

Feng He will be his queen in the imperial city with peace of mind, and he will definitely guard the border well and protect this peaceful and prosperous era.