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Meng Jiao's mind was in a mess and she was thinking of all kinds of plans, but after two days of traveling, she gradually felt sleepy.

I found a corner against the wall and watched the speed of the drip. I thought to myself, I'll just take a nap. It will take more than half an hour.

When Zhongli Weiran came in with the meat porridge, he saw the little girl's head drooping, looking extremely pitiful.

He hurried over and held her little head that was about to hit the ground, put down the meat porridge and picked her up horizontally, then sat down and put her on his lap.

Meng Jiao woke up when he supported her, and now that she was held tightly in his arms, she felt a little aggrieved.

With a flat mouth, she complained tearfully like a wicked person.

"Why did you come back? Didn't you leave?"

Zhongli Weiran picked up the meat porridge, blew on it, tested the temperature, and then passed it to her lips.

"I'm sick, you know that, and you said you would take responsibility for the rest of your life, open your mouth."

Meng Jiao seemed to have heard this and took a deep breath to calm herself down, but when the meat porridge got close to her mouth, she realized that she was already starving.

After taking several bites, she finally had the mood to savor it slowly. This familiar taste seemed to be made by Zhongli Weiran.

His little eyes narrowed into slits with joy, his legs couldn't help shaking, and after swallowing a mouthful of porridge, he kissed Zhongli Weiran in a flattering manner.

"My husband, you are so nice~"

Zhongli Weiran felt the stickiness on his face, but his expression softened instantly.

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

Meng Jiao was glad to see that his expression had calmed down. As for what he said about settling the score, she didn't believe it. How could a man who could cook porridge for his wife when he was angry bully her, Nia?

But Mengjiao probably forgot that bullying between men and women is not just a literal meaning?

After eating, Meng Jiao felt a little sleepy again. Zhongli Weiran helped her wipe her mouth and hugged her tightly.

"Tell me how to change the medicine. Do I put this into this weird bottle?"

Meng Jiao was surprised at his cleverness, nodded, and told him the order of the bottles.

"Well, these four must be used in this order."

Zhongli Weiran pressed her head back into his arms and patted her back like a baby.

"Leave it to me, you can rest assured."

Nestling in the familiar embrace, Meng Jiao quickly fell asleep.

She had already become accustomed to sleeping with him. It was not only him who was suffering in the past two days.

Only then did she realize that she had actually been unable to leave him for a long time.

Zhongli Weiran carried Meng Jiao lightly and changed the dressing for the person on the bed. Two hours passed quietly, and the temperature in the tent gradually began to drop.

It was the end of September, and the evening weather was mixed with a slight breeze.

He glanced at Nangong Ziang, whose fever had obviously subsided and whose complexion had improved, and then looked at the small needle on the back of his hand.

After carefully confirming that it was just that tiny connection, he didn't call his dear wife who was sleeping soundly, but just pulled it out directly.

Blood immediately spurted out of Nangong Ziang's hand. He kicked the man aside without even looking at him, and pulled out the animal skin blanket from under him.

The nights in the woods would be cold, and he had no time to find something warm for his dear lady.

Anyway, he is much better now, he is definitely not going to die.

So he packed all the things with his own clothes, checked that nothing was left out, picked up the blanket and things, and carried Meng Jiao out of the tent.

Lu Huaqing was already waiting anxiously outside, but since Meng Jiao didn't ask him to go in, he just kept waiting.

Seeing him coming out, I lowered my voice and approached him to ask about the situation.

"What's going on? Jiaojiao, what happened?"

Zhongli Weiran lowered his head and kissed Meng Jiao's frowning eyebrows.

"You go in and take a look yourself. I'm going to take her to rest first. Tell them to be gentle."

Lu Huaqing didn't have time to care about the bastard's disrespect for the elderly, and hurriedly led his men into the tent.

Zhongli Weiran took Mengjiao back to the tent he had asked people to prepare in advance, slowly spread out the animal skins, and fell asleep with his baby in his arms.

Nangong Ziang was kicked to the side of the bed, with blood still flowing from the needle wound on the back of his hand:

I'm so special? What can I ask?

When Lu Huaqing came in, he saw that his apprentice's face was visibly flushed, but he was huddled in the corner looking very depressed. Is this also one of the treatment methods?

He went forward to check his pulse and discovered the bloody hole on the back of his hand. He quickly bandaged it and checked again. Not only had his fever subsided, but even his weakened organs were gradually getting stronger. He was relieved.

But why did this bed suddenly become so stiff? He took the oil lamp and looked around.

Where's that huge animal-skin blanket on his bed?

Because Zhongli Weiran just turned over to take it, and was afraid of dirtying his treasure, the old man only discovered it now.

"Oh, you damned child! Go and get the small animal skin that I prepared for my disciple and give it to your prince. He has finally gotten rid of his fever, don't catch a cold again!"

It’s just that I prepared something for Mengjiao but not for him. The dead kid really didn’t suffer any loss at all.

The old man hadn't slept for a few days. Seeing that he was fine, he left the accompanying doctor brought by Nangong Ziang and went back to his tent to catch up on some sleep.

The night passed quickly, Meng Jiao nestled in Zhongli Weiran's arms and slept the most comfortable sleep in two days.

She opened her eyes hazily and looked at Zhongli Weiran who was holding her. Meng Jiao snuggled into his arms again, humming and moaning.

But she didn't hum for more than two seconds before the memory of before going to bed suddenly attacked her mind. She hurriedly pushed Zhongli Weiran away and was about to get up.

"Oh my god, it's over, it's over, brother's blood has all drained out, he's dying."

Zhongli Weiran opened his sore eyes and pulled the person back into his arms, his voice lazily sounding like someone who had just woken up.

It was just past the hour of Yin, and it was still a little cold outside. No one had called out to him all night, so Nangong Ziang must have escaped danger.

"Don't worry, I took out the needle and the old man bandaged his wound. Just relax and get some sleep, okay?"

Feeling Zhongli Weiran's gentle kiss on her head, Meng Jiao finally felt relieved after her mind turned around.

She tightened her arms around his waist and fell asleep together again.

Nangong Ziang woke up at noon on the second day. After waking up, he first understood the situation clearly, and then hurriedly asked someone to send a letter to his father.

Although he is the most idle person in the family, he is also the most favored one in the family.

So I immediately sent someone to send a letter back to comfort my family.

After touching his wound that was no longer bleeding, he turned around and asked his master and fellow apprentice a little embarrassedly,

"Where's Junior Sister?"

Wei Huizhou was well rested at this time, having just returned from hunting, and explained to him:

"Oh, look, your fever has subsided and you're fine. Her husband is taking you to find a place to take a shower."

Hearing this, the blush on Nangong Ziang's ears gradually faded, and he lowered his head and pressed on his wound.

I secretly thought it was amazing. In the past, in such a situation, the person shot by the arrow would not only die without a doubt, but also suffer great pain before death.

"I really have to thank Junior Sister this time."

The two of them didn't notice his strangeness and followed his lead.

"That's right. Your sister worked non-stop for two days to save you. Her face was much thinner when she came."

Nangongzi sat up straight, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Master, please stop talking. If you continue, I might as well give her my palace."

Yeah, stop talking about it.