Seeing his pain, Ye Luosha hugged his shoulders and looked at a loss.
Di Ji glanced at the sachet on the table, immediately went over to take the sachet and came to the bedside.
"Here, let him smell it."
Only then did Ye Luosha remember the sachet left by Feng Jiuer.
She turned around and took the sachet and placed it in front of Di Feimu's nose.
"Mu'er, smell it. If you smell it, you won't cough anymore. Just smell it." Ye Rakshasa was rarely so anxious, and even his voice was trembling.
"Mu'er, this is the sachet left by Jiu'er. You can smell it."
When Feng Jiuer left the sachet, she said that if Di Feimu coughs, put the sachet next to his pillow.
The taste of herbal medicine can suppress coughs.
Everyone knows that Di Feimu should not cough at this time, otherwise the wound will easily open and the consequences will be disastrous.
Fortunately, Di Feimu gradually calmed down after smelling the scent of the sachet.
"Jiu'er." He whispered, and he stopped coughing.
It wasn't until his breathing calmed down that Ye Luosha let go of his shoulders and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to look away from Di Feimu.
Ye Luosha sat by the bed for a while, making sure there was no emergency, then picked up the towel on the side, turned around and walked out.
Di Ji sighed lightly, controlled the wheelchair, and went out, returning to the place they had been guarding.
"Feng Jiu'er can't stay." Before Ye Luosha could speak, Di Ji said softly.
"Even if the person last night wasn't her, she still can't stay for the sake of Mu'er and Wuya."
"Then what are your plans now?" Ye Luosha sat down and asked softly.
After experiencing Di Feimu's life and death, Ye Luosha's temper also calmed down a lot.
Everyone has seen how much Feng Jiu'er has done for Di Feimu. They know whether Feng Jiu'er is pretending or planning something.
It's a pity that her presence is not a good thing for Di Wuya and Di Feimu.
Emperor Ji and Ye Luosha are determined to restore the country, so they can give up everything about themselves, let alone just a little girl who suddenly appears?
"I'm going out for a trip. Before I come back, please take care of Mu'er."
Emperor Ji sighed lightly, controlled the wheelchair to go out, and disappeared into the side room.
…
Feng Jiuer finally left under Di Wuya's "devil's clutches". Although she was very tired, she still didn't sleep all night.
When Little Cherry went to look for her, she was still lying on the bed.
"Wake up, bride-to-be." Little Cherry pulled hard on the quilt Feng Jiuer was holding.
Feng Jiuer turned over, facing away from Little Cherry, and hugged the quilt tightly.
"Get up." Little Cherry sat on the bed and pushed her, "Didn't you come back very early last night? Why can't you pay me back?"
"By the way, did anyone from Mu Mu come over and say anything? No news is good news, right?"
"No, no one is coming." Feng Jiuer pulled the quilt and buried herself under the quilt.
Uncle Nine Emperors didn't come either, so Mu Mu's situation must be as she expected.
As Xiaoying said, no news is good news, and Feng Jiuer wasn't too worried.
But why couldn't she fall asleep? She couldn't sit or lie down all night long. She kept her eyes open until dawn. This feeling was unbearable!
Little Cherry pursed her lips and breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as it's okay, he will definitely get better."
Looking back at the woman on the bed, she frowned slightly: "What's wrong? No energy at all?"
"Is it because Mu Mu was injured that the Ninth Prince postponed the wedding? There is nothing you can do about it, Mu Mu..."
Feng Jiuer lamented and exposed his head: "I also want to postpone it, but Uncle Nine Emperors refuses!"
Little Cherry blinked and pulled her quilt again.
"Could it be that you are afraid of getting married?"
Little Cherry pulled the quilt away hard, and Feng Jiuer had no choice but to turn around.
She glanced at Little Cherry and reached out to pull the quilt back.
"What are you doing? Let me sleep for a while, get out! Let me sleep for a while."
This time, Little Cherry saw Feng Jiuer's situation clearly.
"Don't tell me that you stayed up all night because of the wedding?"
Feng Jiuer hugged the quilt again, with her back to Little Cherry, at least she didn't bury her head.
She sighed lightly, murmured her lips, and said softly: "Yes, I have insomnia."
