The shrewd wife of the black-bellied prince

Chapter 62 Typhoid Fever
"Miss, do you want dinner?" Xiaohuan asked, looking up at the roof, unable to bear it anymore.

"Well, bring the dinner." Lin Xiao'er finally raised her head from the calligraphy and painting on the table. Hearing what Xiaohuan said, she really felt that she was hungry.Glancing at Xiaohuan, Lin Xiaoer shifted her gaze to the painting on the table, reluctantly put away the calligraphy and painting under Xiaohuan's slightly weird gaze behind her, Xiaohuan finally let out a breath, and left the room The door went to the kitchenette to serve dinner.

Lin Xiaoer rarely ate much for dinner, and she ate very quickly. After eating, she asked Xiaohuan to clean up the table. Xiaohuan helped her grind it, Lin Xiaoer dipped the brush in the ink, thought for a while, then buried her head and began to write on the paper, Xiaohuan was grinding the ink silently at the table, looking at her lady from time to time, thinking in her heart that she was writing The appearance is really serious, but in the next second, Xiaohuan was stunned. After Lin Xiaoer wrote a sheet, after a cursory glance, she crumpled the rice paper into a ball, threw it on the ground, and then Buried her head and started to write again, Xiaohuan continued to grind the ink without distraction, until Lin Xiaoer wrote ten sheets, grouped up ten sheets, and threw away ten sheets, Xiaohuan became restless. There are too many mistakes and cannot be corrected, but now it seems that it is not what she thought. It is impossible to make so many mistakes after writing ten sheets. When Lin Xiaoer threw the No.20 sheet on the ground, Xiaohuan finally I couldn't hold back and asked: "Miss, what are you writing? Why did you throw away as many sheets as you wrote?"

Lin Xiaoer said to Xiaohuan without raising her head: "Practice calligraphy." As soon as the words fell, there was another piece of paper clumped together on the ground.

The corner of Xiaohuan's mouth twitched fiercely, thinking to herself that even if the writing is not good, don't throw it on the ground. She stretched out her neck and took a look at what the lady wrote, and she couldn't help muttering in her heart, isn't the lady's writing very good? Why did she have to rewrite it? Although she would not compare which one is better among the two excellent calligraphy and paintings, she can still tell the difference between poor and good calligraphy. In the past, she didn't see how the young lady read and practiced calligraphy, but now the young lady can write such good characters, and obviously knows a lot of characters. Could it be that she is really talented, but these doubts were immediately thrown away by the innocent Xiaohuan When it was over, she still kept her eyes on her nose, her nose on her nose, and her heart was seriously grinding the ink. There was only one thought in her heart, no matter what the young lady did, she would fully support her.

After writing for an unknown amount of time, Lin Xiaoer finally put down the brush in her hand, rubbed her already numb arm, and saw that Xiaohuan's maid was already yawning non-stop, but the movements in her hand still didn't stop. Continue to grind the ink.

"Xiaohuan, you don't need to grind anymore. It's almost done today, don't practice anymore, you go get a basin of water and let me wash my face." Lin Xiaoer stood up and ordered Xiaohuan.

"Yes, Miss." Xiaohuan put down the inkstone, and went out of the room to scoop water.

After Lin Xiaoer tidied up the paper, pen and ink on the table, she also walked out of the room, stood in the yard, looked up at the night sky, and saw a full moon hanging high in the vast and boundless night sky, blooming unscrupulously The silver light poured on every corner of Qingxiao Courtyard, dyeing the courtyard with a layer of holy brilliance.The air at night is a bit cool, and after sitting in the house for so long, now standing in the courtyard with the cool wind blowing, Lin Xiaoer was already a little tired, but now that the cold wind blows her away, she is swept away in an instant. Happy, very comfortable.

Xiaohuan took the basin and put it inside the house, and then began to call her own lady, "Miss, come in quickly, it's cold outside, be careful of catching a cold."

"Yeah." Lin Xiaoer stretched her waist, and walked towards the house.

After washing up, Xiaohuan stepped back and closed the door. Lin Xiaoer went to play chess with Duke Zhou almost as soon as she got on the bed.

The next day, when Lin Xiaoer woke up, it was already noon. Just as she was about to get up, she felt her whole body was limp and weak, and her head ached. It was no longer the usual sweet, crisp and soft child's voice in her ears, but very heavy and hoarse. Lin Xiaoer sighed, a little regretful. I knew that I shouldn't have stood in the yard for too long yesterday, so I painted it refreshingly for a while. As a result, Lin Xiaoer shrank back into the quilt again because she might have contracted the wind and cold. Now she can only wait for Xiaohuan to come in and wake her up. Judging by the brightness of the outside room, it might be already noon. I think Xiaohuan will wait a little longer It was time to call me, her mind became more and more drowsy, Lin Xiaoer fell asleep again in a daze, but she didn't sleep very peacefully, she felt her body was floating in the sea for an unknown how long, as if listening to Hearing someone calling himself, his voice seemed a little anxious, is it mom?Lin Xiaoer struggled to open her eyes, and after a period of confusion, she gradually saw the person in front of her. She felt a little disappointed, it was really just a dream, and she thought she had already gone back. A wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, it seemed that it was impossible to go back after all. And the one standing in front of Lin Xiaoer's bed was Xiaohuan who had come to call her lady up for lunch.

Xiaohuan still didn't call the lady up until noon as usual. Of course, this was also explained by her own lady. If there were special circumstances, the lady would get up early by herself, and there was no need for her to wake up. Of course, special circumstances were rare. A sleepy slob, likewise, as usual, Xiaohuan opened the door of Miss’s room and walked to Miss’s bed. Miss was still in a deep sleep as usual, but there seemed to be something different. His face was very red, and his breathing sound was a little rougher than usual. Xiaohuan had a bad feeling in his heart, and stretched out his hand to touch the young lady's forehead. As soon as he touched Xiaohuan, he withdrew his hand back as if being scalded. , Fu stretched out his hand to touch it again, and immediately became very anxious, the lady had a high fever, Xiaohuan hurriedly began to call her own lady, and after calling several times, she did not see a response from her own lady, so she couldn't help becoming more and more anxious. What's the matter, if the miss is confused this time and forgets something like last time, what should I do?The voice couldn't help becoming a little anxious, a little louder, and finally my young lady frowned, she was probably about to wake up, so Xiaohuan called her even more urgently, and the young lady finally opened her eyes, "Miss, do you still know that I'm sleeping?" Is it?" Xiaohuan's voice was a little trembling, a little anxious.

"Well, you are Xiaohuan." The dream has woken up, and the voice in the dream is not from my mother in the previous life, but from the little maid who was red-eyed in front of her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes, didn't she know that she couldn't go back? Didn't you already make up your mind to live happily even in this different world?Why do you still have obsessions, delusions, and grudges.

"Miss, you have a fever, please wake up first, don't fall asleep, I will report to Madam and ask a doctor to bring down the fever for Miss." Xiaohuan looked at her lady with red eyes.

(End of this chapter)