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

As for Shizuka-in, no one dares to live there now.

At noon, the young master vomited all his lunch because of a headache. After that, his temper became even worse. He went to the Marquis with a dark face and talked to him for the whole afternoon.

At dinner time, the young master had just come out of the Marquis's study when the eldest lady was called to the Marquis's study.

I heard that the Marquis and the First Lady had a quarrel, and many things in the study were smashed.

In the end, the two of them had no use for dinner, so the Marquis ordered people to lock up the eldest lady in the Yangxinyuan to recuperate, and without his order, the eldest lady was not allowed to step out of the Yangxinyuan.

As soon as the young master returned to the yard, he ate something reluctantly and then lay down because of a headache. He slept in the side room.

At one time, two people fell ill in Qinglian Courtyard.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and Guozi quickly stood up to open it. Outside was Doctor Su, who was busy as a whirlwind.

"The medicine is ready. Just like during the day, take as much as you can." Doctor Su instructed softly.

"I know." Guozi took the bowl of medicine carefully and said.

After closing the door, Guozi walked towards Li Mofu in small steps.

First, he raised the pillow for Li Mofu's head, and then fed him the fruit one spoonful at a time.

Li Mofu drank very little, most of the wine spilled directly, and he wiped it away with a handkerchief.

There were ten spoonfuls of medicine in a small bowl, but Li Mofu probably only drank less than three spoonfuls.

After feeding the medicine, everything was fine. Guozi lay beside the bed to watch over him. If Li Mofu screamed, had a fever or sweated at night, he would have to deal with it.

Sitting on the small couch beside the bed, Guozi felt inexplicably cold.

Especially when you close your eyes, you will see Hongdou's pale and purple face. Even with her eyes closed, it makes people feel that she died with her eyes open.

Thinking of this, the fruit trembled.

He didn't know what Hongdou had experienced, but he knew very well that Hongdou definitely did not commit suicide.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the red beans were still fine...

Perhaps it was because of the grief of the rabbit's death that made the fox mourn, Guozi's eyes turned red and he cried.

“…I want…I want to go back…”

"Let me go back..."

"go back……"

Li Mofu started talking nonsense again.

Guozi felt even worse, as he also missed home.

Li Mofu has been dreaming, and the dreams are very chaotic. Sometimes he is in school, sometimes in the marquis's mansion, and sometimes in the icy lake.

His head hurt so much it felt like it was going to split.

Sometimes he wanted to turn over, but his limbs were too weak.

Li Mofu was breathing heavily, his torso felt like it was being roasted on fire, and every breath he exhaled was hot.

I couldn't remember any of the chaotic dreams, and even felt dizzy from the constant dreaming.

Li Mofu felt very tired, very tired.

Until everything fell into darkness.

The next morning, Li Mofu woke up. He wanted to go to the toilet but didn't want to use the urinal.

So Guozi helped him go and come back. Even with such a short distance, Li Mofu was already sweating from exhaustion.

As soon as he returned to bed, he fell asleep again, and what Guozi said about taking medicine and eating breakfast was forgotten.

Li Mofu didn't know why he fell ill. Although it was the first time he saw someone die suddenly, he didn't think he was so fragile as to faint at the sight of a corpse.

But he also vaguely understood why he couldn't stand it.

It is said that the reason why people are afraid of the corpses of their own kind is because the corpses of their own kind are sending a signal, which is "Danger is nearby, run quickly."

The more tragic the death of a fellow species, the stronger the signal.

Li Mofu also received the same signal, but his understanding was slightly different from others.

In his eyes, Hongdou was just a girl under 20 years old. In modern times, she would at most have just started college.

But she had been struggling in this mansion for many years, and had even become the concubine of the young master of the mansion, trapped in the backyard and lonely every day.

Modern women would rather not have children for their entire lives, but she hopes to have a child to accompany her.

She was trapped in that small backyard, and the things she came into contact with, the people she knew, and the world she saw were all limited.