What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

[07786: Host, what are you planning to do...]

Lu Jinan's eyes curved, "Ayi wants freedom, so brother will fight for her."

[07786: Whether in the original plot or the revised plot, the heroine cannot go solo.]

Lu Jinan's lips curled up, "When the end comes, no one knows the true ending, right?"

Since he came and indeed changed their subsequent plot, it means that the ending of the story is uncertain. It can be he or be. Then... can it be oe?

Since he was going to die anyway, he would help her and give her a chance to choose. No matter what the outcome was, this was the path she chose.

Whether he succeeds or not, he has no regrets about this trip.

……

In the following days, Lu Jinan took Nan Zhiyi to plant flowers, go fishing, and live a retirement life.

After all, a patient and a pregnant woman can't have any fun.

As the weather grew colder, Lu Jinan's cough became more severe. Xie An came to visit him occasionally. In addition to asking them to take care of their health, he also gave them various precious medicinal herbs.

Just as he was saying to the housekeeper that this batch was for Lu Jinan, and he was asked to boil water and drink it three times a day; this batch was for Nan Zhiyi, and she was asked to drink it before going to bed every day, which would have the effect of stabilizing the fetus and calming the mind.

Suddenly, a bright girl ran in like a butterfly, holding a small potted plant. Her laughter was like the ringing of winter bells, and her eyes were full of stars.

"Look, brother, I'm supporting you, you lose!"

This was the first time Xie An saw Nan Zhiyi like this. Perhaps it could be said that ever since he married her, she had been sad and pitiful. In his dreams, she was like a ghost, walking towards him on blood.

Instead of being as fresh as a newly opened bud and as bright as the stars in the night sky as it is now.

Nan Zhiyi saw Xie An standing in the hall, and subconsciously hugged her potted plant tightly with both hands, glancing down at the ground.

"It's Your Majesty. Your Majesty, I greet you."

Xie An walked over and took the potted plant from her hand. "It's already seven or eight months old. Don't be so impatient. What if it falls?"

Nan Zhiyi put her hands behind her back sheepishly and muttered softly, "No way, my brother said pregnant women need to exercise more!"

"Ahem... ahem, who told you to exercise properly? Why are you running around with a potted plant? You just won't listen. If you fall one day, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Before you see the person, listen to his voice first.

Lu Jinan walked out of the yard step by step, pounding his chest lightly with his hands.

Nan Zhiyi ran over and patted his back.

"Brother, I was wrong. Don't be anxious! If you get anxious and start coughing, the medicine will be wasted!"

Lu Jinan glared at her and said, "If you continue to make me angry, why don't you cough yourself to death?" He finally understood the Lin family's Yin-Yang literature and used it to deal with these guys who were so angry that they wanted to kill themselves.

Xie An's face was stern, "No!"

Nan Zhiyi seemed to have found a new pillar of support and hummed, "Yes! Not allowed!"

Lu Jinan felt a headache looking at the two of them, one big and one small.

He thought Nan Zhiyi was a quiet and well-behaved little girl, but after raising her, she started chattering in his ear like a parrot every day, and was as energetic as a tiger. The moment she opened her eyes, she would say, "Brother, let's go fishing," or when it was time to eat, "Brother, I want to eat candied haws," or after saying two hours ago that she wanted to see the most beautiful woman in the capital, she would say two hours later that she wanted to see the young waiters in Nanfeng Pavilion.

If he hadn't stopped her, she would have invited the courtesan in the south of the city and the waiter in the west of the city to discuss their experiences.

Of course, Lu Jinan was happy that the pregnant woman had so much energy, but he shouldn't be dragged along for everything, as he, a patient, couldn't handle it!

Although he doesn't feel any pain and just coughs, coughing is also very exhausting!

If he hadn't given Nan Zhiyi a pot of dying flowers and bet her that he would grant her a wish if she could keep them alive, things would have quieted down for a while. Now, this kid had the energy to even keep a dying flower alive.

Lu Jinan waved his hand and pointed at Xie An.

"Look, your husband is here to see you. Don't hang around me, go play somewhere else." Lu Jinan coaxed them away like he was coaxing a child, and then he quickly left.

When Xie An and Nan Zhiyi looked at each other, they finally realized that Lu Jinan had gone out to play by himself.

Nan Zhiyi felt a little uneasy, and Xie An didn't know what to talk about. Nan Zhiyi was upset because of Xie An's previous attitude towards her, but she felt that he had changed a lot in the past few months and would often show concern for her and her brother. Xie An, on the other hand, was upset because of that dream. After all, he had let her and the child down in it. But he had also been killed and his country destroyed by her. To be honest, he admired her for this kind of behavior.

Nan Zhiyi: He is not the same person as before.

Xie An: She is not the one in my dream.

After the two of them put aside their grudges, they gradually started chatting, ranging from how they had been doing recently to gossip in the nearby teahouse, from whether the child had any reaction to the fact that Lu Jinan actually sewed clothes secretly.

We also talked about life and ideals, poetry and songs...

Before they knew it, the two of them had been chatting until the sun set.

Looking at this scene, Lu Jinan could only sigh. If these two people were given a chance, it might be a brand new beginning.

As the sun sets, a gentle and elegant man stands tall and straight, while a tall and handsome man opposite him holds the hand of a smiling girl, and the orange sunlight shines on them.

at the dinner table,

The three of them ate together in harmony at the same table. Nan Zhiyi's talkative potential probably also stimulated Xie An's hidden chatterbox, and the two of them talked freely at the table.

Lu Jinan ate his meal silently, picking up a piece of vegetable for Nan Zhiyi and another for Xie An.

The two seemed to feel that Lu Jinan was being neglected, so they began to frantically pick up food for Lu Jinan.

So Lu Jinan's bowl became a small mountain, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Why are you picking up food for him when you guys are just chatting?

He only gave them some because he couldn't finish the food!

Seeing that Lu Jinan didn't want to eat, Xie An tactfully picked up some of the food from his bowl and put it into his bowl.

Lu Jinan's expression quickly brightened, and his eyes were full of admiration as he looked at him.

Nan Zhiyi's eyes flickered between the two men, and she recalled the play she'd attended earlier, and suddenly she understood! "Shock! My husband actually likes my brother!" "A few things I have to say about His Majesty and the Prime Minister!"

Nan Zhiyi's eyes lit up! Wow! What a great idea! If this were turned into a play and sold, it would be a huge hit! Tomorrow she would discuss the business opportunity with the oiran, the storyteller, and the young men!

So Nan Zhiyi finished his meal excitedly and ran back to his own courtyard.

Xie An finally understood why Nan Zhiyi was melancholy when he saw her in the palace. Locking up such a playful child would be a death sentence!

Lu Jinan couldn't help but sneer, "Ayi is so playful, I am sorry to make Your Majesty laugh!"

"How could that be? I actually think the current queen is very interesting!"

He touched the various flowers and plants in Lu Jinan's yard. He took good care of them, and even though it was winter now, they were still full of vitality!

Lu Jinan watered the pot of silverleaf chrysanthemum that he was touching. He didn't look at him, but the words in his mouth were addressed to him.

"Your Majesty, loving people is like nurturing flowers. When you cultivate flowers, you can't just look at their beauty. You also have to consider whether you have the right soil and environment for them. If they are not suitable, no matter how much you care for the flowers, they will eventually die."

He looked at him, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You can't specimen a butterfly just because it's pretty, nor can you cage a bird just because you like its wings. Liking something isn't arbitrary; you have to know whether you like its life or its skin."

Xie An smiled gently. Perhaps he understood why everyone around him was unconsciously influenced by him. This man had a characteristic that no one else had - that was divinity.

There is no possessiveness or aggressiveness, and everyone and everything are tolerant and loving, without partiality.

Whether it is Xie Zhujin who proposed gender equality in the current dynasty, or Nan Zhiyi who has great ambitions now, or himself who now looks down on the world, they have all been unknowingly well raised by a person like Lu Jinan.

He looked at the man who was diligently tending to the flowers and plants. He understood what he meant, but their status did not allow them to act recklessly. Neither he nor Nan Zhiyi could allow them to act as they pleased.

"Your Majesty, if you come next week, you'd better bring an extra cloak. There has been a little snow in the mornings and evenings lately."

Xie An said yes and left.

But where Lu Jinan couldn't see, Xie An curled his lips. He came here because he missed him and he still cared about him.

The happy emperor didn't even wait until next week and came to visit again the next day.