Southerners

Song Zhi didn't say anything, didn't stop Meng Huan, and didn't even give Meng Huan another look.

Until Pei Ya came back again, both of them knelt there like sculptures.

Pei Ya coughed twice, and said, "Both of you, can you step aside?" It blocked him from seeing the patient.

Only then did Song Zhi hurriedly get out of the way, he wanted to stand up, but because he lost feeling in his legs, he failed, so Meng Huan supported him.

Without barriers, Pei Ya reached out to test Xiuniang's temperature and checked her condition. After half a day, Xiuniang hadn't burned yet, but Pei Ya was not relieved, the key had to be tonight.

At night, Pei Ya stayed up by Xiu Niang's bedside, keeping an eye on her situation, and taught his disciples to prepare a batch of medicines to reduce temperature and reduce fever.

It was even more impossible for Song Zhi to go back to her room to rest, and watched without closing her eyes all night. If he didn't leave, neither would Meng Huan.

In the middle of the night, the moon is already high in the sky, and the watery moonlight sprinkles down softly, as gentle as a lover's caress. The river looked at each other.

The evening wind blows through the treetops, the cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the night is beautiful and intoxicating.

But Song Zhi didn't understand all of this, and after admiring Yue Yue countless times, even Yue looked at him coldly at this time, his hands and feet were cold, the blood on his clothes had already dried up and formed lumps, and he cried for too long , The tears couldn't flow anymore, only the dry tears remained on the face, which made the face a little stiff.

The moonlight reflected on his thin face, making the young man's complexion pale, and his eyes were so empty and lifeless.

The panic and fear piled up too much, and the chest seemed to be numb.

Pei Ya had to check on Xiu Niang's condition every quarter of an hour. Although she was tired at this time, it was a common practice for Doctor Yu, so she didn't think there was anything she couldn't hold on to.

Pei Ya, who had been silent all this time, suddenly had a voice.

"Quick, bring hot water!"

At the same time, he quickly took the prepared medicine from his apprentice, applied it on the wound for external use, and ordered someone to boil it for internal use.

As soon as Pei Ya made a sound, it meant that Xiuniang had a fever, Song Zhi's eyes moved, but before there was any other reaction, Meng Huan grabbed him.

"Don't worry, Xiuniang will be fine." Meng Huan said.

Although this consolation was feeble, but it came in time, Song Zhi tilted her head slightly and looked at Meng Huan.

"Thank you, young master." Song Zhi said.

Although Song Zhi said thank you, but he took each young master by mouth, Meng Huan really couldn't be happier, so he squeezed Song Zhi's palm.

"There is no need to say thank you between you and me."

Song Zhi didn't react when she heard this, she still turned her head and continued to look at Xiuniang.

Pei Ya, his disciples and a group of maids got busy again, in this late night that should have been completely silent.

What will happen to Xiuniang?

Song Zhi didn't know, and didn't dare to imagine it, so she could only pray, praying over and over again.

Maybe if his heart is sincere enough, Xiuniang will be fine.

Otherwise, it's okay to trade his life.

"Don't think about it, Zilan." Meng Huan seemed to see through Song Zhi's thoughts, and comforted him in a low voice, "Xiuniang definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Anxious, restless, how can a few words comfort me.

What's more, Song Zhi regarded this as his punishment, and he had to bear it.

The time dragged on extraordinarily long in the night, and the candlelight flickered in the evening wind, but inexplicably clearly illuminated Xiu Niang's pale face and the cold sweat on Pei Ya's forehead.

Xiu Niang still has a fever, but this is not the end, Pei Ya wants to save Xiu Niang, it has nothing to do with Meng Huan, but just a doctor's arrogance, they fight with the sky, fight with ghosts and gods, never believe in fate, only Believe in your own hands.

Xiu Niang also frowned tightly in a coma, as if she was in great pain.She was flushed, with an abnormal flush that was a sign of a fever.

Although there was cold sweat on Pei Ya's forehead, his eyes were calm, and the movements of his hands did not tremble at all.

The moonlight is slanting westward, and it is the fourth watch.

Before dawn is the coldest and darkest time of the day, as long as this hour passes, Xiuniang will be out of danger.

Uneasiness was like ants, gnawing at people's hearts, Song Zhi's fingers were pinched into the palm, and Meng Huan couldn't break it apart.

Song Zhi at this time was not even in the mood to think about why Meng Huan couldn't break his hand.

Maybe it was because of nervousness, or maybe it was because he hadn't eaten, Song Zhi's body shivered slightly and felt a little cold.

Meng Huan hugged him in his arms.

The moonlight is getting thinner, slowly sinking into the west mountain, and gradually disappearing, while a fish-belly white appears in the sky in the east, and it is almost dawn.

Pei Ya's voice of relief was like the sound of heaven.

"The fever has subsided."

Song Zhi's eyes lit up.

I only heard Pei Ya say: "Fortunately, I am not disgraceful, General."

Reducing the fever meant that Xiuniang was out of danger. He staggered to his feet, ran to Pei Ya, bent his knees, and knelt in front of Pei Ya.

"Thank you, Doctor Pei, Song Zhi!"

Pei Ya hurriedly grabbed Song Zhi, and stopped the halfway ceremony back.

"Sir, this is impossible!"

My dear, this is the general's man, how dare he accept this gift.

Unexpectedly, Meng Huan said: "Pei Ya, it's okay, you saved Xiu Niang, so let's accept it."

Only then did Pei Ya tremblingly allow Song Zhi to complete the ceremony, feeling a little stressed.

After Song Zhi finished his ceremony, Meng Huan helped him up and asked Pei Ya, "Is Xiu Niang alright now?"

Pei Ya: "There is no need to worry about her life. From now on, as long as she takes good care of her, Madam will recover slowly, but in the future, her body and bones may not be able to return to her previous appearance."

Meng Huan nodded: "It's time to work."

"Come here, take Dr. Pei down to have a rest."

After staying up all night, Pei Ya was the most tired, her eyes were bloodshot.

Pei Ya thanked her and left just now.

Song Zhi had already rushed to Xiuniang's bedside, tested her temperature, and sure enough she didn't have a fever, but her complexion was still pale and lifeless, and she might not be able to recover in a short period of time even with intensive care.

"Zi Lan," said Meng Huan at the side, "Since Xiu Niang is out of danger, you should also go to rest."

Song Zhi shook her head: "I want to stay here and guard Xiu Niang."

Meng Huan persuaded him: "Look at your current appearance. If Jiaoxiu Niang wakes up and sees it, will she feel at ease? Even if she wants to guard her, she should go wash up, change her clothes, and make her clean. Watch over her neatly."

Song Zhi looked down at herself, her whole body was in a mess, covered with dark red blood, mottled and mottled, looking terrifying, she reluctantly agreed.

Meng Huan was afraid that Xiuniang would be rescued, but Song Zhi would be overwhelmed, so he managed to coax Song Zhi back, and ordered someone to light Anshenxiang for Song Zhi when she was bathing and changing. Under the effect, I fell asleep halfway through washing.

Meng Huan also went to change his clothes, and asked Pei Ya to take a brief look at his arm. To Meng Huan, it was nothing serious, but he used too much force. Hu Duhu was too strong and suffered a secret injury. Next, he had to rest in peace. , can not force.

When he returned to Song Zhi's room, Meng Huan heard that there was no movement inside, so he knew that Song Zhi was probably asleep. He opened the door and went in, and found Song Zhi lying in the bucket, frowning, sound asleep.

At this time, Meng Huan really had no evil thoughts, picked him up, wiped his body clean, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Meng Huan leaned over and kissed Song Zhi's forehead, and whispered, "Sleep, Zilan."

After both sides were settled, Meng Huan had time to go to Huduhu to plead guilty, but he didn't know until he arrived that Huduhu had already left this morning, and he didn't even have the chance to plead guilty to Meng Huan.

Of course, that beauty and that maidservant were also taken away at the same time.

Meng Huan smiled wryly for a while, knowing that Kuduhu was probably very disappointed in his son.

But again, Meng Huan will still try his best to protect Song Zhi, so no matter how disappointed Hu Duhu is, it won't change anything.

Meng Huan only hated himself for being too weak to defeat Huduhu.

When Song Zhi woke up, it was already afternoon. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had fallen asleep in the room. When he wanted to get up, he found that he was not wearing anything under the quilt.

Song Zhi pulled up the quilt again, and recalled the situation before falling asleep. He remembered Meng Huan persuading him to come back to take a bath and change clothes, but he fell asleep in the middle of the bath. He knew in his heart that Meng Huan must have tampered with him.

As for himself, presumably it was Meng Huan who hugged him to the bed, afraid of waking him up, so he didn't even put on his underwear.

Song Zhi's feelings towards Meng Huan were very complicated, at first she hated him, although it was Hu Duhu who did it, but the fate was on Meng Huan's side.Secondly, I was grateful for his friendship. If Meng Huan hadn't tried his best to protect him, let alone Xiuniang, he would not be alive today.Three times, he did promise not to leave Meng Huan. Although Song Zhi... didn't want to stay in the Meng Manor and be Meng Huan's favorite man, but what he said could not be taken back, so he could only force himself to accept it. .

Men's pets... so men's pets, anyway, for Xiuniang, everything is worth it.

Song Zhi was thinking about this when she heard Meng Huan's voice outside the door.

"Is he awake?"

The maidservants guarded the door and never came in, how could they know, so they replied: "Young master, sir, there has been no movement until now."

Meng Huan let out a "huh", carefully opened the door, and walked in with inaudible steps. He thought that Song Zhi was not awake, but he just sneaked in to take a look. Unexpectedly, just as he walked around the screen, he met Song Zhi. Zhi's eyes.

Meng Huan coughed a little guiltyly, and said, "You're awake."

Song Zhi gave a faint "hmm", and didn't ask Meng Huan why he did something to her, but said, "Turn around, I want to change clothes."

Although she has seen it countless times, Song Zhi is still a little... shy.

Meng Huan said "oh", not knowing why Song Zhi was shy, but turned around obediently.

After Song Zhi finished changing her clothes, he said, "Okay, you can turn around."

Meng Huan turned around as he said, and after Song Zhi slept, her spirit became much better, and that elegant temperament returned, but in the elegance, she could still feel a sense of depression.

"Want to see Xiu Niang? I'll accompany you there."

Song Zhi didn't refuse, and planned to become a male favorite from now on.

Xiu Niang was still asleep and hadn't woken up yet, but her complexion looked better than yesterday, at least she was alive, and her heartbeat was not so weak.

Song Zhi held Xiu Niang's cold hand, and any remorse at this moment felt hypocritical, so she could only secretly say in her heart: "Xiu Niang, wake up quickly."

Meng Huan said from the side: "Doctor Pei said that although she had a fever last night, her condition has stabilized. Xiuniang is in good condition now, and there should be no more problems."

Song Zhi nodded and said, "Thank you, young master."

Meng Huan frowned slightly: "Didn't I tell you that you don't need to thank me?"

Song Zhidao: "How can that be done? Thank you must be said."

... "If the young master thinks it's not enough, Song Zhi has no property, and there is no other good gift."

"I have no choice but to pay myself to you as promised."

In fact, this humble status, such a person, Song Zhi thought, maybe only Meng Huan would be so rare.

All in all, Yu Menghuan, this is really not a good deal.