Gu Qi glanced at Xiaoliu next to her, feeling that he was more annoyed than she was: "What are you annoyed about?"
"Ah? No, Master, what can I be bothered about? Haha." Xiaoliu shook his head in embarrassment.
"Then why are you frowning?" Gu Qi was still lying on the table, looking ahead, and said listlessly.
"I...I saw the young master frowning, and I frowned too unconsciously!" Xiao Liu said clearly.
"Really?" Gu Qi looked sideways at Xiao Liu, not believing it.
"Yes!" Xiao Liu felt a little guilty.
Gu Qi didn't ask further and sat up straight: "Let's go find the kite flyer!"
After listening to Gu Qi's words, Xiao Liu felt a little better. Gu Qi smiled and walked to the window and opened it. Sure enough, the kite slowly flew up again, and then fell down after a moment. Gu Qi looked at the rain in front of the window.
, as big as a pea. Is there something wrong with this kite flyer’s brain? He still doesn’t give up after so long. Gu Qi put her elbow on the window sill, held her chin, and looked towards the western suburbs. See Xiaoliu.
The young master was looking at the kite again, and said nothing, standing quietly aside.
Gu Qi looked at it for a long time, but the kite didn't fly up anymore. The corner of her mouth raised slightly, this is the right thing!
Western suburbs.
Zhaoyang turned his face slightly and looked at the kite slowly landing next to him. He opened his eyelids feebly: Ah Qi, I'm sorry! The kite can't fly today. Are you disappointed? Do you blame me? Did you promise me anything?
Do it.
Zhaoyang tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, so he closed his eyes weakly. The rain fell harder and harder, like thousands of beans, hitting Zhaoyang who was lying on the grass, and the kite next to him was also smashed.
Look.
Two figures in the distance ran over quickly.
"Master! Master! Slow down!" An An shouted urgently as she chased the young man in front of her with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
The young man in front ignored him and hurriedly ran to Zhaoyang who was unconscious on the ground. He ran to Zhaoyang's side, half-knelt on the ground, picked up Zhaoyang and walked towards the bamboo house.
"Master!" An An finally ran to the young man's side and held the oil-paper umbrella over the young man's head. However, the young man picked up the woman on the ground and ran back quickly, so An An had to chase after the young man.
After finally arriving at the bamboo house, the young man kicked the door open, carried Zhaoyang and walked inside. He gently put Zhaoyang on the bed. He looked at Zhaoyang, who was soaked all over and standing with eyebrows. He didn't know what to do. At this time,
An An ran in, and the young man hurriedly ordered: "An An! Go to the house and call your father, and bring a maid here with you!"
"Ah?" An An hasn't come back to her senses yet.
"Hurry up!" The young man was a little anxious.
"Oh! Yes!" An An responded and ran out immediately.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the unconscious Zhaoyang on the bed, his eyes full of worry. He hesitantly stretched out his hand and touched Zhaoyang's forehead, then immediately retracted it.
Too hot!
The boy hurriedly walked to the small stove next to it and started to prepare to light a fire. But, how should he do this? The boy looked at a pile of wood next to him and there was a fire stick on the stove. He thought about it, picked up the fire stick and started to light a fire.
After trying it several times, it couldn't burn. The boy was a little angry with himself. Normally, he should have done more of these things by himself. Finally, he managed to get the fire burning. The whole stove was filled with smoke. The boy covered his nose while boiling water, and there was a sound coming from time to time.
There was a cough, and finally the water was heated. The boy finally came out of the kitchen with the hot water. He felt rescued instantly. The smoke in the kitchen had not dispersed. He hurriedly walked into the room, wet the towel, and gently
Gently wipe Zhaoyang's cheeks.
"Aqi..." A murmur came from the person on the bed. The young man stopped his hand and looked a little lonely in his eyes. He covered it up and wiped Zhaoyang's hands carefully.
After a moment, several hurried footsteps came in.
"Master, my father is here! And the maid is here too!" An An said breathlessly. The two people behind him couldn't stop panting.
"Master, what's going on here? Why is there so much smoke?!" Uncle An gasped, looking around and wondering.
"Uncle An! Look at this girl for me!" The young man said hurriedly before he had time to explain.
"Yes, Master!" Uncle An wanted to take a breath, but the Master ordered him. He quickly moved to the bed and looked at the beautiful woman on the bed. He was a little confused, but he didn't say a word. He looked at the woman who was all wet.
Uncle An frowned: "Master, you must change the girl's clothes quickly! Otherwise, it will only make the girl feel more uncomfortable!"
"Okay! Well, you! Quickly change the girl's clothes!" The young man pointed at the maid brought over by An An and said. The maid nodded and walked over.
The three people retreated to the door and waited.
"Master, who is this girl? Didn't the master arrange a marriage for you? If the master knew about this, he would definitely be angry." Uncle An asked.
The young man did not speak, his brows furrowed. Could he tell them that the girl on the bed was Princess Zhaoyang? If they knew, why not just take her back.
"I just saw this girl falling to the ground and saved her!" the young man said calmly.
"That's not right! Master..." An An was about to say something when the young man glanced over and An An shut up obediently. An An lowered his head innocently. The young master has been coming here every day these past few days, but he just hid quietly aside.
Just showing up, every time the young master looks at the girl and smiles stupidly, sometimes when he sees the girl sad, the young master becomes sad too! However, since the young master doesn't let him say it, he might as well hide it!
"Even so, Uncle An is relieved!" Uncle An nodded, looked at An An, and said sternly: "An An! You are not allowed to lead the young master into evil!"
"Dad! I didn't lead the young master into evil." An An felt more and more aggrieved. The young man felt a little guilty and patted An An on the shoulder. An An was relieved.
The door was opened, and the maid stood aside: "Master, it has been changed!"
"Uncle An, hurry up and take a look!" The young man hurriedly pulled Uncle An in and he staggered.
After a moment, Uncle An felt his pulse, and the young man asked urgently: "Uncle An, how is it?!"
"Master, don't be impatient!" Uncle An reminded. The young man glanced at Zhaoyang awkwardly.
"This girl has been in the rain for too long, and her body is too cold! And now she has a fever, so she needs to get rid of her fever quickly!" Uncle An said slowly: "Well, Master, I will write a prescription and you will send someone.
Go get some medicine, and then send someone to stay next to this girl and put a hot towel on her, which will help reduce the fever!"
"Okay!" The young man nodded repeatedly.
After Uncle An wrote the prescription, the young man asked An An to get the medicine and the maid to boil water.
"Master, are you too concerned about this girl?" Uncle An could tell that the young master was unusual for this woman.
"Uncle An, please go back first! If there are any more problems, I will ask An An to find you." The young man's eyebrows were slightly lowered, with a slightly sad look.
"Okay, let me go back first." Uncle An nodded, glanced at the young man, and then walked out of the bamboo house.
The young man moved a wooden stool and sat beside the bed, while the maid boiled hot water and brought it in.
"Leave it alone, I'll do it myself!" the young man said calmly.
"Yes, young master." The maid put down the basin and went out to guard it.