Xunmei was really frightened. The plague had been rampant in Beijing for many days, but no effective method could be found. Song Qinghuan was attacked by Yao Yuechan a few days ago, and she and Ta Xue were worried for several days.
Seeing that nothing happened in the past few days, I felt relieved. I never thought that I would still catch that thing and get a rash.
Song Qinghuan called Xunmei because the commotion was incomprehensible, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xunmei burst into tears immediately and cried out: "Princess, you, you have a rash on your neck..."
"Oh, you're talking about this..." Song Qinghuan subconsciously touched his neck. Just as he was about to explain, Xiao Ci happened to hear the sound and hurried in from outside.
Frowning tightly, he walked to Song Qinghuan and said, "What's going on? Aren't you doing well these days?"
Several lamps were lit in the room, but they were not as bright as during the day. Xiao Ci was worried. At this time, he looked down at Song Qinghuan and felt that her face was not good.
His heart tightened, he bent down and picked her up, walked to the bed, and hurriedly told Xunmei: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry and call the doctor."
Then he asked Song Qinghuan: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you know where the rash is on your body?"
Song Qinghuan was so stunned that Xiao Ci was lying on the couch, covered with a brocade quilt, and then he came back to his senses. He looked at Xiao Ci and didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while.
After a long pause, he said, "You don't have to be on duty tonight?"
Xiao Ci really thought that Song Qinghuan had contracted the plague. Although he had just returned from the garrison camp of the Imperial Hospital, the method to treat the plague had not yet been proven to be effective. He was very nervous and felt uncomfortable.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan was still asking about these insignificant things at this time, he couldn't help but said angrily: "What do you care about these things?"
After thinking about it, he called her up again: "You asked me to take a look at your clothes, but you didn't tell me if you had a rash."
Seeing that he was really about to undress himself, Song Qinghuan finally didn't hold back, grabbed his hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Xunmei has such a big mouth, he doesn't even know the reason."
There was yelling."
She touched her neck and said with a little embarrassment: "There is a rash here, but it's not the rash of the plague. It's me. I've been greedy these days and got angry."
Xiao Ci stared blankly for a moment, and now that it was a special period, he didn't quite believe it: "Is it true or not?"
How could Song Qinghuan dare to joke about such a thing? She had not lived enough yet. If she really contracted the plague, she would be the first person to be scared to death.
"Really." She said, lifting up her long, still damp hair, turned around, and pointed to the small rash on the back of her neck.
"Look, this one here is different from those rashes of the plague."
After a pause, he chuckled: "I also have one on my belly."
In the past few days, she was kept in the yard every day, asking Tuxue Xunmei to handle all the big and small things. Whether it was the account books in the house or the account books for her own dowry, they were all laid out in such a thick pile, but she just didn’t have the time to do so.
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That day, I praised the delicious fried sweet potato balls prepared by the kitchen. In the past few days, the kitchen would bring a plate to me from time to time. These were very hot, so it was okay to eat them occasionally, but it happened to her that she ate several in a row.
How can I not get angry?
Xunmei was screaming like a ghost just now. She wanted to explain, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Xiao Ci came from outside.
Xiao Ci's eyes fell on the neck, and he turned over her collar. He saw that there was only a rash on it, but he was not reassured.
He said calmly: "It will be safer to have the doctor come over and take a look later."
Song Qinghuan didn't refute, let down her hair, pursed her lips and smiled when she looked at Xiao Ci.
Asked: "Uncle Jiu, are you worried about me?"
Xiao Ci looked at her like she was a fool, but didn't respond to her. He just said: "You are not allowed to call Uncle Jiu."
In the past, when she was not married, she would still be somewhat friendly when she shouted like this. But now that they are married, she feels a little uncomfortable when she hears her shouting like this again.
It always made him feel, consciously or unconsciously, that he was very old.
Song Qinghuan saw that he was serious, so she obediently agreed, and called Taxue to find her some homely clothes.
Xiao Ci was anxious when he came back just now. He didn't want to be near Song Qinghuan anymore, so he found a stool far away from her and sat down.
When Song Qinghuan came in, he changed his clothes, which made Xiao Ci squirm when he saw it, but now she let him look at her, since she was still wearing pajamas anyway.
While getting dressed, she asked: "Have you had dinner? Can the cook come over and order some hot soup?"
Xiao Ci nodded and said, "Okay."
Before the food from the kitchen was delivered, Xunmei called the doctor in.
Song Qinghuan didn't refuse. He really asked the doctor to take a pulse. The doctor was afraid that he had made a mistake in diagnosis, so he made a careful identification and then said: "It's nothing, just some weak fire."
After a pause, he added: "Eat a lighter diet and you'll be fine in a few days."
Xiao Ci sat aside and asked three times if he needed medicine.
There was sweat on the doctor's forehead, and he responded three times: "You don't need to take medicine, just eat a light diet, and you'll be fine in a few days."
After sending the doctor away, Xiao Ci felt relieved. He glanced helplessly at the smiling Song Qinghuan, tapped her forehead and said, "I call you greedy."
Before the food from the kitchen was delivered, he went to the bathroom to bathe and wash his hair.
He had changed into his pajamas, obviously planning to spend the night in Yilanju.
Song Qinghuan called Texue in to wring his hair, then brought the food box from the kitchen into the house and put the food on it one by one.
Then he asked, "Are you going to spend the night in the house today?"
Her hair was half dry, so Xiao Ci didn't have to wait on her in the snow. He waved his hand and sent her out. He sat down at the table, grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand and said, "Then do you want me to spend the night in your house?"
Song Qinghuan was standing and he was sitting. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he could see the expectation in his eyes.
Song Qinghuan swallowed what she wanted to say casually, and sat down next to him, saying: "You haven't had a good rest these days, and you have lost a lot of weight. I really hope you can rest in the house."
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She and Xiao Ci had only been married for half a month when the plague happened. When she rested alone for the first few days, she felt that no one was competing with her for the bed, which was quite comfortable, but she
After five or six days of rest alone, I felt something was wrong again.
I always feel like something is missing around me.
However, she only kept this feeling in her heart. She had no chance to talk to Xiao Ci, and she was too embarrassed to talk about it.
Xiao Ci saw that her eyes were clear and did not look like she was being fake, so he immediately smiled lowly and said, "Well, I will satisfy you as my husband today."
