How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"Huh?" Song Wenjing exclaimed softly, and habitually put his arms around his neck.

"Let me carry you back. You kept coughing just now."

"Okay, okay."

Seeing this scene, Xiaolu felt heartbroken, "Your young master is truly a kind-hearted person."

"I... Is my young master so kind-hearted?" He Lang began to doubt himself.

When Mo Rong'an carried Song Wenjing back to the bedroom, just as he was about to put him on the bed, he saw that the person in his arms was already asleep.

Looking at his sleeping profile, Mo Rong'an suddenly felt distressed. Xiaolu said that his illness was brought from his mother's womb.

At present, we can only survive by relying on medicinal herbs, and there is no way to cure it.

Even though he was asleep, Song Wenjing's brows were still furrowed, his face was pale without any blood, and his thin body was pitiful.

Like a porcelain doll about to break!

Mo Rongan gently stroked his brow, hoping that he would stop frowning like that.

"...Please be well!"

In his dream, Song Wenjing felt as if he were in a dark place, freezing cold. He curled up in a corner, shivering.

At this time, a small crack appeared in the sky, and the warm sunlight shone on his body, making him feel very warm!

The tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

……

The next morning, we had planned to go out for an outing, but it unexpectedly rained.

Song Wenjing kept coughing with his eyes open in the room, his body shaking, his eyes dull, as if he had accepted his fate. The strong smell of medicine was disgusting.

There was a sound outside.

"Master Mo, every time it rains, my son's illness always relapses. I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

"Nothing, I came to see him."

"Yes." Xiaolu opened the door and brought Mo Rongan to Song Wenjing.

"Master, Master Mo is here." The young master beside him hadn't taken the medicine yet. Xiaolu looked worried and couldn't help but say, "Master Mo, my young master hasn't taken the medicine yet."

"Let me feed you the medicine first. If it gets cold, its effect will fade."

Mo Rongan sat beside the bed, holding the medicine in his hand, "Let me do it."

When Xiaolu heard this, he glanced at Mo Rong'an, and then silently looked at Song Wenjing who was coughing.

Song Wenjing nodded and indicated that it was okay.

He wanted to say something to Mo Rong'an, but he felt uncomfortable and limp. His mouth was still filled with the taste of blood, but An'an was here, so he couldn't spit it out.

I can only swallow it back (~_~;)

Mo Rong'an picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, blew it gently, glanced at Song Wenjing, and put the medicine into his mouth.

Afraid that Song Wenjing would find the medicine bitter, he added, "There are red dates on the table. After you finish taking the medicine, eating a red date can mask the bitterness."

Song Wenjing nodded to indicate that he understood.

After drinking the medicine, Mo Rong'an picked up a red date and fed it into Song Wenjing's mouth, accidentally touching Song Wenjing's soft lips.

He felt a little uncomfortable and quickly withdrew his hand. Seeing that he was anxious and hurried, Song Wenjing looked at him with some confusion.

"After you take the medicine, go to sleep first. We can talk about other things after you recover. I will leave after you fall asleep."

"it is good……."

Song Wenjing's illness came on very badly, and it took half a month before he showed signs of improvement.

Mo Rong'an would go out for two hours every day and come back at night. He would come to see Song Wenjing. Seeing that Song Wenjing was unconscious, he would sit under the chair and silently look at Song Wenjing lying on the bed.

Sometimes, he would play the flute for Song Wenjing when he was awake. Song Wenjing was a good listener and he would say many words of praise to him.

Mo Rongan was very happy here, so happy that he forgot that the time for him to leave was coming to an end and he should return to the capital. After all, the country cannot be without a king for a day, and now that his mission is completed, it is time to leave.

How can you possess all the beautiful things? It's like the kitten you raised when you were a child.

"Mr. Mo, I heard there's a lantern festival tonight. Do you want to join us?"

Mo Rong'an was silent for a while and said, "Okay, it's a good opportunity to go see a lantern festival before leaving." These days he always wanted to find an opportunity to tell Song Wenjing that he was leaving, but looking at Song Wenjing's pale face.

He couldn't say it no matter what. Now was the best time, so he gritted his teeth and said it.

"...Okay, okay, Master, you've been here for a month, and...it's time to go home." Song Wenjing's tone was low, but he still forced a smile.

"Well, you and I have only known each other for a month. Calling you Mr. Song is a bit too unfamiliar. I am a few years older than you, so why not I call you Xiao Jing?"

Song Wenjing's tone of loss was not concealed at all. How could he not understand? The reluctant eyes, staring straight at him, inexplicably made him feel guilty.

"Can I call you An An? I don't have any friends. You are my only close friend since I was a child." Song Wenjing didn't want to call Mo Rong An Ge.

"Well, it's up to you."

How could this handsome young man be a tyrant?

night.

Mo Rongan helped Song Wenjing down from the carriage and said, "Be careful, you're not feeling well."

A few days ago, Song Wenjing heard from his servant that there would be a lantern festival tonight, and he couldn't help but want to come with Mo Rong'an. For this evening's lantern festival, he specifically asked the system to heal his body.

Although it is just a drop in the bucket, it can at least make your body feel better.

"Okay, cough... An An, your hands are so hot." The temperature from Mo Rong'an's hands was also transmitted to Song Wenjing's hands, making him mistakenly believe that his hands were also warm.

Mo Rongan held his hands with both hands, and said helplessly, "Xiao Jing, your hands are too cold, even the heater can't do anything."

"Why don't you come with me to the capital? I'll find an imperial physician for you there. The imperial physician in the palace will definitely be able to cure your illness."

Seeing Song Wenjing looking drowsy, Mo Rong'an felt an inexplicable pain in his heart and wanted to bear the pain for him.

Song Wenjing knew his own physical condition. Even the system was helpless, let alone the imperial physician. When he was a child, the imperial physician in the palace had also taken the original owner's pulse.

Without exception, they all shook their heads at the original owner's father.

"No, I know my physical condition, so how can I trouble you? An An, thank you for your concern for me...but let's forget it."

An An?

When He Lang heard these two words, he felt like he was slapped in the face. He was completely stunned. Did Song Wenjing just call His Majesty's name?

right?

How can a commoner call your Majesty's name? This is extremely disrespectful and punishable by beheading!

"Why? If the palace physician is ineffective, I can find Hua Tuo for you. Your health is already in a bad state. Don't you want to live?"

Mo Rongan's tone was a little harsh, "Didn't you say we were friends? If so, then come back with me. I will do everything I can to heal you."

Song Wenjing held his palm with both hands and placed it on his pale face. "I will go to the capital, but not now. My body can't support the capital. After you leave, I will take good care of myself."

"...Wait for me, please..."