After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The night was silent, and the entire Shen residence fell into sleep.

Xie Nanxing crawled out from under the bed, propped up his hands on the bed, leaned close to Shen Jinmo's ear and whispered, "Hey, did you think I left?"

"I won't leave. I won't leave tonight. I want to sleep with you."

Walking around the room holding a night pearl, Xie Nanxing took a copper basin to the hot spring pool to get a basin of hot water, and then used a hot towel to warm up Shen Jinmo's hands and feet, which were much colder than usual.

Recently, even Xie Nanxing's cloak has become a cape, so the thick quilt covering Shen Jinmo is really inappropriate.

Two mulberry silk blankets were taken out from the sandalwood cabinet, and the original quilt was directly lifted under the bed by Xie Nanxing.

After getting a basin of hot water from the pool again, Xie Nanxing stared at the stubble on Shen Jinmo's chin and began to worry.

No matter how bright the night pearl is, it cannot compare to the flame of a candle.

No matter how well-intentioned Xie Nanxing was, he was afraid of cutting Shen Jinmo's face.

He liked Shen Jinmo's face. The wounds of seriously ill people would heal much more slowly, and Xie Nanxing was afraid that Shen Jinmo would have a scar on his face.

Since he couldn't fix it, Xie Nanxing didn't force it. He simply took a handkerchief and wiped Shen Jinmo's face carefully.

The closer you get, the more bitter the medicine tastes.

Xie Nanxing, who had already consumed the most bitter medicine in the world, felt that the medicine Shen Jinmo drank was the bitterest.

"Alas, children don't like to take such bitter medicine. It's normal that you don't like it and vomited."

After pouring out the water in the copper basin, Xie Nanxing did not rush back to the bed.

He opened the cabinet that was specially set aside for his snacks and saw it filled to the brim with candied fruits, candies, and dried meats. It was obvious that someone was always taking good care of it.

Xie Nanxing picked out two smaller candies from the wooden box and wrapped them in a handkerchief. He took one and put it in his mouth, then crushed it and slowly ate it.

The sugar here from Shen Jinmo is the most delicious and sweetest sugar in the world.

It was much sweeter than the pine nut candy that An An and Ning Ning shared with him.

One by one, Xie Nanxing ate all the candies in the handkerchief in a short while.

Holding Shen Jinmo's face with both hands, he kissed slowly from his dry lips to his teeth, the bitterness and sweetness intertwined, the sweetness of the sugar suppressing the bitterness of the medicine.

Xie Nanxing took advantage of Shen Jinmo's coma and took advantage of him.

Standing up and taking a look at Shen Jinmo's slightly redder lips, Xie Nanxing's eyes were gentle and there was a slight curve at the corners of his lips.

"Tell me, is it because you are embarrassed or because you are holding it back?"

He took the blanket and wrapped himself in it, then stroked Shen Jinmo's hair for a long time. Xie Nanxing still leaned close to Shen Jinmo's ear.

"The medicine is bitter, and it's right that we don't like to eat it."

"But if you take your medicine well next time, I'll give you another kiss, okay?"

"Sweet kiss, do you want it?"

Su Na was really afraid that Shen Jinmo would sleep for a very long time, but Xie Nanxing still couldn't say that he would not give Tiantian a kiss if she didn't take the medicine well.

Her husband, more than anyone else, must hope that she can wake up sooner.

Xie Nanxing was reluctant to use this matter to threaten Shen Jinmo to compromise.

After letting out a long breath, Xie Nanxing held the back of Shen Jinmo's hand and wiped her tears.

"Husband, take the medicine carefully, is it still not good?"

The love was too heavy, and Xie Nanxing actually didn’t know how to treat the unconscious Shen Jinmo.

The previous pleading words were too heavy, so Xie Nanxing said playfully: "If you take the medicine well, I will give birth to a baby for you, okay?"

The hand that Xie Nanxing was holding in his palm and then loosely opened moved slightly.

It was a rejection, Xie Nanxing knew it.

But his heart still trembled because of this slight hook, and his tears were replaced by a smile.

He just deliberately used the back of Shen Jinmo's hand to wipe his tears. Shen Jinmo was reluctant to see him cry.

Of course, the exception is when you are in bed.

He kissed Shen Jinmo's forehead deeply, and his words penetrated through his forehead and into Shen Jinmo's heart: "Keep your word!"

Shen Jinmo always keeps his word.

The darkness is about to fade away, and the sleeping Shen Mansion is about to wake up.

No matter how reluctant Xie Nanxing was to leave, he had to get up and clean up all traces of his presence.

He even found the angle to stack the candies in the candy box that he had moved, so that at first glance, it was impossible to tell that it had been moved.

The bed curtains were drawn up, and Xie Nanxing leaned against Shen Jinmo's ear. The words he was originally going to say to Shen Jinmo to take the medicine well changed his mind in the end.

"Have a good rest. I'll come again in the evening."

Finally, he made a promise with Shen Jinmo: "Let's get well together and meet again in good health."

At dawn, Shen Jinmo, a seriously ill man, was the only one left in the room.

Without Xie Nanxing's bedroom, it was so cold and thin that it made people's feet cold.

Mo Ping once again brought the servant into the room and put several more layers of cloth on Shen Jinmo's chin.

He first used a suitable spoon to feed Shen Jinmo two bowls of ginseng soup. Although it seemed that he still vomited a lot, Mo Ping always felt that Shen Jinmo drank more today than yesterday.

At least I drank two more spoonfuls!

Drinking more ginseng soup gave Mo Ping great encouragement. When Mo Ping took the soup, he seemed even more motivated.

After feeding four bowls of medicine, Mo Ping felt that his master had at least drunk half a bowl today.

Although these servants who helped Mo Ping didn't know how Mo Ping came to this conclusion, they were happy too when Mo Ping was happy.

Putting down the medicine bowl, Mo Ping kowtowed three times towards the rising sun.

With tears in his eyes, Mo Ping prayed in his heart: "My young master, if you are in heaven, please bless me to recover soon."

He stood up with the help of a stool and sat next to Shen Jinmo for a while. Seeing that the time had come, Mo Ping hurriedly rode his horse towards the palace.

After waiting for a while, they saw Mo Ping carrying a medicine box and walking out of the palace. Mo Ping, who was always careful in his actions, lifted the old Doctor Shu onto the horse for the first time.

"Doctor Shu, I think my master drank two extra spoonfuls of ginseng soup today."

Doctor Shu looked at Mo Ping as if he were a fool.

With that little silver spoon, would you be able to tell if I drank two extra spoons?

With just those handkerchiefs one after another, if I applied two spoonfuls less of medicine, would it make any difference?

Does Mo Ping think he is a scale?

Mo Ping didn't mind the suspicion in Doctor Shu's eyes. He firmly believed in his intuition.

"The same is true for the decoction. In the past, I always thought that my master didn't drink it at all, and at most his mouth was stained with a layer of medicine taste. Today, he really drank a little."

Doctor Shu looked at Mo Ping with some sympathy. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Mo Ping was a good and loyal servant.

When his master fell ill, he went crazy too.