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

The two cats were like him. They no longer went out to play. Even when they went out, they would just sit at the door and squint at the sky, as if wondering where the birds had gone.

However, Daju and Xiaoque have a habit that makes Li Mofu suffer. When they go out to see the sky, they will not close the door for you. If you lock them outside, they will cry, and their cries are so pitiful. Li Mofu has no choice but to open the door and wait for them to come in, and then hide in the quilt himself.

"Sir, come and have a bowl of ginger milk. I've heated it up." Guozi said as he brought in two pots of something, white steam coming out of his mouth.

Li Mofu was reading a book in bed with his quilt wrapped around him. When he heard the noise, he sat up and said, "It's so cold. Is it going to snow?"

"It should be soon, sir, come down and eat something to warm yourself up." Guozi also put on thick clothes. He had grown a lot taller and was no longer as short as before.

Li Mofu yawned, took in a breath of cold air, and exhaled a large breath of warm air. His entire chest was shaking with cold. "No, I have to catch those two cats first. It's too cold with the door open!"

Guozi put down the plate and blew some hot air on his hands, then rubbed his hands together and followed Li Mofu out, "Master, let me help you!"

The two cats were obviously afraid of the cold, but they insisted on going out to see something. When they were caught by Li Mofu, they did not run away, but surrendered obediently. Li Mofu and Guozi put the cats in their nest, and Li Mofu closed the door while Guozi went to boil water.

Sitting on the chair, Li Mofu made himself a bowl of ginger milk as usual, and added sugared red beans, peanuts and melon seeds. This beautiful afternoon tea must be eaten quickly, otherwise it will get cold.

Mo Yi no longer watched him as closely as before these days. Today, he and Shiyi followed Lu Mingyun to check the accounts. After all, it was the end of the year and it was time to collect money for the New Year.

Li Mofu also wanted to collect the money, but Lu Mingyun said that he would ask Shang Jiu to check the account at his store in Su County, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would bring it back before the New Year.

Lu Mingyun did not come back in the evening. After dinner, Li Mofu told ghost stories to Guozi. He was really bored, and the weather and atmosphere were very suitable.

Guozi was frightened by Li Mofu and became a little nervous, but he was also a "well-informed" person, so he told Li Mofu the ghost stories he had heard from others.

Now, Li Mofu couldn’t sleep.

This insomnia lasted until the early morning. By then, everyone was asleep, but Li Mofu was still yawning with his eyes open. It was also at this time that he felt the urge to urinate.

Li Mofu closed his eyes in pain, then felt that he couldn't help it and got up from the bed. He opened the door and a gust of cold air rushed towards him.

Snowing.

Li Mofu stared at the densely falling snowflakes for a while. Even without saying anything, he could breathe out white air. Finally, he shuddered and turned back to the house to use the urinal.

In this kind of weather, even if you go out fully armed, your face will be frozen, not to mention his little brother. Even if he takes it out and it's not broken, he won't be able to pee.

The heavy snow fell silently at night. Many people who were sleeping soundly did not know when the snow came. It was extremely difficult to wake up in the morning. It was still dim outside. When they opened the door, the world was already gray.

Li Mofu was still sleeping as expected, and Lu Mingyun was preparing for his shift as planned. However, the Duke of Zhao's Mansion, which was not far from the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion, was in a state of panic.

Duke Zhao's Mansion

Zhao Xu had that nightmare again. In the dream, Duke Zhao died of a fever. The house was filled with his mother's crying, followed by the crying of more people. Finally, he also cried in his dream.

Before Zhao Xu could struggle awake in his dream, someone woke him up with a nervous and urgent voice, "Your Highness, Your Highness! Wake up, wake up! The Duke has a fever again!"

Zhao Xu suddenly opened his eyes at that moment. It was his servant who was standing beside his bed to wake him up. At this moment, the servant had a crying face and panic in his eyes.

"What did you just say?" Zhao Xu asked in a hoarse voice.

"It snowed heavily last night, and the Duke has a fever again!" the attendant repeated nervously, "Your Highness, please get dressed and go see a doctor. The doctor says the Duke may not make it this time!"

Zhao Xu's mind felt like it was struck by lightning, and he froze in place, his mind reeling. He hurriedly stood up, grabbed a few clothes, and ran to the courtyard where Duke Zhao was, his hair disheveled.

"Wuwuwu, Yuanqing, please don't leave me. How can I live if you leave too?"

Before he even walked into the house, Zhao Xu heard his mother crying bitterly. His heart suddenly felt like it was pinched by something, his eyes went dark, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

It was not until the follower behind him called out to him that Zhao Xu came to his senses and opened the door.

The room wasn't as dim as outside. With many lights on, it seemed like a different world. Duke Zhao lay in bed. Perhaps it was the cold wind brought in by Zhao Xu, but he began to cough with great effort, and the sound was very strange.

Lady Zhao was sitting by the bed with tears streaming down her face. She seemed to sense that her husband was dying.

"Father, father..." Zhao Xu murmured as he walked forward.

Duke Zhao had been emaciated due to his illness. Although he had been taking care of himself for many days, there was no effect. Now that he had fallen ill again, his face was pale and his lips were blue. He looked like a skeleton covered with skin.

"Hezhi...you're here," Lady Zhao turned back to look at him with sobs in her eyes, "Come and talk to him, he can't wake up...Wuwuwu..."

Zhao Xu approached with heavy steps, still unwilling to accept it. "Wasn't father much more energetic before? The doctor also said he was recovering well, and he didn't miss a single day of medication... How could it be like this?"

Hearing Zhao Xu's question, Lady Zhao couldn't stop crying and soon she lay on the edge of the bed crying.