Shang Shaoyan glanced at the gradually warming weather outside the window, and said with a smile, "Bei Zhou can't sit still."

Saying so, she thought of Qiao Xiuyu who hadn't gone out since returning to the mansion yesterday, and hurriedly said to Shang Yunlan: "Go and get someone to spread the word in the mansion that I'm too sick to get out of bed now... Does anyone else know?" It’s nothing if I don’t know, I have to ask Qiao Zhuo to know.”

Shang Yunlan: "..."

He was a little speechless: "You want him to care about you, so just let someone tell him no?"

Shang Shaoyan glared at him: "That's why you have been alone until now."

Shang Yunlan: "..."

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

But looking at Shang Shaoyan's elated appearance, he couldn't say the words of refusal, so he could only resign himself to his fate and go out.

……

Eleven found out that since his young master returned home yesterday, something was not quite right with him.

Frowning worriedly for a while, blushing and smiling for a while, sighing from time to time, changing face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Eleven is very worried about Qiao Xiuyu. After all, this is the most beloved young son of the emperor. Besides, he has served Qiao Xiuyu since he was a child, and it is false to say that he has no feelings: "My son is sick? Do you want someone to come and see?"

Qiao Xiuyu was a little puzzled: "I don't feel any discomfort."

The Eleventh General was dubious: "My lord, don't lie to your servant, your body needs to be taken care of, if you... know, what should you do?"

Coincidentally, Bai Lu, who had just walked in and delivered the message, was worrying about why the county magistrate was ill. Now that she heard this when she came back, she hurriedly seized this opportunity, pretending to be calm and said: " If you feel unwell, there happens to be an imperial physician in the mansion, or invite him to take a look at Lu Langjun?"

Eleven immediately wanted to respond happily, but saw Qiao Xiuyu frowning, and asked with concern: "Why did the county lord go to the palace and bring back an imperial doctor? But what happened to the county lord? She is sick?"

Bai Lu thought in her heart, no wonder the county lord is so precious to Lu Langjun, look, this is the county lord who is always thinking about him, how caring and meticulous!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help being more sincere, and according to Shang Yunlan's confession: "The county lord didn't want to let the lord know about it, but he was afraid of giving you a sickness; but the servant girl looked at it, the county lord should really want you Went to see hers, so made my own."

After a pause, she looked at Qiao Xiuyu pleadingly, but because she used to keep a cold face, this kind of pleading looked like a threat: "Please don't tell the magistrate and servants what the county magistrate said."

eleven:"……"

He swore that this Bai Lu must have a big opinion on him and his young master.

Take a look, this skilled threat technique!

Qiao Xiuyu didn't notice this, he nodded and said eagerly: "Don't worry. Take me to see the county lord."

……

Shang Shaoyan was lying on the bed, drowsy, and asked Bai Shuang from time to time, "Has Lu Langjun come?", which made many maids feel emotional—although Lu Langjun is only a piano (face) teacher (first) , but looking at the appearance of the county lord, he must have occupied a lot of place in the county lord's heart. It seems that he needs to be more vigilant in the future.

When Shang Shaoyan asked for the eighth time, someone outside preached: "Mr. Lu is here."

Shang Shaoyan quickly put away his foolish expression, adjusted his sleeping position, and only allowed Qiao Xiuyu in after confirming that he looked pitiful and cute.

It stands to reason that it would be inappropriate for Qiao Xiuyu to enter Shang Shaoyan's boudoir, but Shang Shaoyan thought it was nothing, and Qiao Xiuyu cared about it, which made chaos; the maids felt that Qiao Xiuyu was the face, which was normal.

So except for Shiyi and Shang Yunlan who was listening to the wall in the corner of the yard, no one felt that something was wrong.

When Shang Shaoyan saw Qiao Xiuyu rushing in, covered in cold air, he felt that his soul polluted by Queen Li had been sublimated, and he immediately smiled and said, "Why is Lu Langjun here?"

Qiao Xiuyu's handsome face was full of concern, he took off his cloak, and inside was a white long gown, which looked gentle and imbued with immortality, Shang Shaoyan couldn't hold it back and didn't take a few more glances.

In Qiao Xiuyu's eyes, the county magistrate, who was always lively and playful, was lying ill on the bed, smiling hard, not wanting to worry himself, and he felt very uncomfortable right now.

He felt a little distressed, and walked up to sit on the couch beside the bed: "What's wrong with An An?"

As soon as the word "An'an" was uttered, Shang Shaoyan heard a cough from outside the window, it was Shang Yunlan.

Shang Shaoyan: "..."

She looked at Qiao Xiuyu softly: "Don't worry Lu Langjun, I just got a little frightened, there are no other serious problems."

Qiao Xiuyu pursed his lips, he hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his right hand, trying to test the temperature of Shang Shaoyan's forehead.

Before Shang Shaoyan could react, he saw Qiao Xiuyu's back facing out of the window, and Shang Yunlan was showing a pair of eyes, staring at her fixedly, three parts shocked, three parts feared, and four parts angry.

Shang Shaoyan was taken aback, and unconsciously dodged back, just avoiding Qiao Xiuyu's movement to cover her forehead.

Shang Shaoyan: "..."

Qiao Xiuyu's eyes darkened, and he smiled reluctantly: "If I care about it, I will be confused, and I will be rude to the county magistrate. Don't be annoyed, the county magistrate, so as not to burn yourself out of anger."

Shang Shaoyan knew that Qiao Xiuyu cared about him, but he still had a guilty expression on his face. Immediately, his heart ached so much that he quickly took out a hand from under the quilt, and gently and gently held Qiao Xiuyu's slightly cold hand .

on.

Shang Shaoyan smiled contentedly, but Qiao Xiuyu felt a little shy.

The hand that had been covered under the quilt for a long time was very warm, as if it was going to burn Qiao Xiuyu's heart, he moved his eyes a little unnaturally.

Shang Shaoyan coaxed softly: "I'm afraid that you will mess up my makeup, not because I'm afraid of you, and it's not because I hate you."

After a pause, her pale face turned red, obviously a little shy: "I like you."

She looked up and saw Shang Yunlan's furious face outside the window again.

Shang Shaoyan: "..."

She looked away nonchalantly, looked at Qiao Xiuyu, and coaxed in a low voice: "When I'm ready... let's stay together, okay?"

Qiao Xiuyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she smiled lightly, her eyes were full of joy and seriousness: "Okay. When you and I are ready, we will be together well."

The emotional liar Shang Shaoyan: "..."

Suddenly, suddenly feel guilty, after all, she is the one who wants the country but not the beauty.

But... because Qiao Xiuyu is so good-looking, so obedient, and so heart-wrenching, it's not like she can't be with him, after all, she still likes him a little bit.

Well, only a little bit.

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