Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

"It wasn't hot this morning, but it got hot again near the evening." Lu Mingyun shook his head and said.

Li Mofu pursed his lips. This was not good news. Such an old man had been running a fever for so many days. I'm afraid he really couldn't survive.

"You're going to be twenty-one soon?" Li Mofu changed the subject.

Lu Mingyun blinked and swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Li Mofu didn't say anything, just staring at Lu Mingyun for a while. It was already the beginning of November, and the Taoist priest should be here by now, but why was he nowhere to be seen?

Could it be that because the plot has changed too much, the Taoist priest is not coming?

Li Mofu frowned slightly. Lu Mingyun looked at him with some confusion. He stopped eating, put down the bowl in his hand and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?"

"Nothing... I'm just wondering where that Taoist priest is?" Li Mofu supported his chin and looked at the food on the table.

Lu Mingyun raised his eyebrows, stood up and sat next to Li Mofu, hugging him, "What's wrong with you?"

Li Mofu was puzzled, "I'm fine."

"No, your expression tells me that you are hiding something from me." Lu Mingyun said bluntly, and put more strength into the hand that was holding Li Mofu to pull him towards him.

Li Mofu snorted and pulled Lu Mingyun's hand away, "Enjoy your meal, I'm going back to the house."

Lu Mingyun reached out and pulled him back, "You're not going to accompany me?"

"Be good, now that you've grown up, you have to learn to eat by yourself." Li Mofu patted Lu Mingyun's head and said.

“…” Lu Mingyun.

Li Mofu didn't hesitate for long. Whether to come or not was not something he could decide by thinking more or less. What's more, the plot was already ruined to pieces. Li Mofu himself didn't know how to react to the original work.

Marquis Wu'an has been going to the palace every day recently. It is said that he went to discuss how to cultivate immortality with the emperor. However, he brought out a piece of news. He told Lu Mingyun that the ghost immortal seemed to be in seclusion recently, for a few months at the least and a few years at the most. In short, he would not make trouble these days.

Duke Zhao's fever finally subsided after two days, and it did not return at night. However, Duke Zhao was very weak, and this illness almost took him away.

Everyone in Duke Zhao's Mansion was excited about this matter. If Duke Zhao really left, then Duke Zhao's Mansion would definitely be worse than before.

On the third day after Duke Zhao's fever subsided, the Lu brothers brought Wang Ruiyan and Li Mofu to visit him again, with Zuo Zheng also going along. This time, Zhao Xu seemed more energetic and less haggard, though he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. He must not have been eating well these days.

The five people talked with Zhao Xu in the hall for a while. Zhao Xu was very happy. He said that as long as Duke Zhao could survive this winter, everything would gradually get better.

Li Mofu was also infected by him and congratulated him with a smile. For him, the fact that Duke Zhao had survived on his own without using blood medicine showed that his desire to survive was already very strong.

However, Zhao Xu did not return to his previous idle state. He still insisted on staying by the side of Duke Zhao. Perhaps it was because Duke Zhao was too ill at the time that Zhao Xu could not get over the scene. He still often dreams of Duke Zhao dying of illness, and when he wakes up, he is terrified.

This fear made Zhao Xu panic, so he would visit Duke Zhao many times every day, worrying about this and that.

However, everyone else just thought that this was a good thing and believed that Duke Zhao would get better soon. After all, Duke Zhao's mansion was not short of money, and the matter of nourishing the body could be carried out soon.

Li Mofu also thought so.

The day soon arrived in mid-November. The weather was already very cold at this time, and Li Mofu started to live in a small house. He put on thick clothes and ate and drank in the house. It was really difficult to go out.