Chapter 692: Husband, are you moved?

Xiao Yi watched her sleeping face while playing a fan.
The phoenix eyes were dark and deep, and he said seriously: "Yes."
"When did you miss it most?"
"Think when you're alone, and even more when it's busy."
Nan Baoyi chuckled.
She stretched out her thin white calf and wrapped it around Xiao Yi's waist.
She rubbed his arm with her small face, and muttered squeamishly: "My husband is a lie...When it is lively, it is too late for joy, so how can you think of me?"
Xiao Yi said nothing.
From Shengjing to Chang'an, there are thousands of miles of water, and the itinerary is all lively.
But Nan Jiaojiao was not by his side, no one accompanied him to stroll around the lanterns in the night market, no one to accompany him to watch the sunset glow of Jiajia, and no one to accompany him to enjoy the wine.
The excitement is all other people's, he is always alone.
How can I miss her?
He was silent, did not explain much, just bowed his head and kissed her brows.
After Nan Baoyi fell asleep, Xiao Yi put down the fan and took a book on the military to read.
In the middle of the night, the little girl beside her felt too hot and kicked off the thin blanket.
He looked, her face flushed with sweat, her delicate small eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Reached out and touched her forehead, it was very hot.
It seems to have a fever.
Xiao Yi closed the book of war and called out, "Nan Jiaojiao?"
The little girl uttered an uncomfortable cry, but did not respond.
Xiao Yi immediately stayed and came outside: "Ten words!"
Shi Yan was reading on the roof, and heard that an upside down golden hook: "What is the master's order?"
"Please come over Jiang Suihan."
"Yes!"
In the middle of the night, Jiang Suihan was caught in Guanshu Hutong, feeling angry.
Seeing that the person who was going to see a doctor was Nan Xiaowu, and seeing the wound on her cheek, I couldn't help being even more angry: "Brother Xiao family, what's the matter with you, how could Nan Xiaowu--"
"It's important to see injuries."
Xiao Yi interrupted him.
Jiang Suihan had to take the pulse seriously.
For a moment, he solemnly said: "It's like a disease of typhoid fever. Now that autumn is approaching, and the seasons change, many people in Chang'an have contracted typhoid fever. Even Mrs. Nan San has also contracted this disease... It's just people who are sick. It's too much... it shouldn't be."
Xiao Yi said: "Make a prescription."
"There is no need to prescribe a prescription. Zhang Zhongjing said in "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" that Wu Shi San can cure typhoid fever. Now it is sold on the market, and the Xiao family brother sent someone to buy some back."
Xiao Yi responded and ordered ten words to buy medicine.
...
Xiao Yiyi couldn't help but took care of Nan Baoyi for two days.
Nan Baoyi has a good foundation. When he woke up early in the morning on the third day, the fever almost subsided.
She looked around, she was being held in her arms by her husband.
She raised her head and touched the blackness under his eyes.
Although she is ill, she also knows how her husband takes care of her meticulously.
My husband really loves her so much!
Xiao Yi woke up, saw her bright eyes, touched her face, and said: "Compared to yesterday, it's much better. The millet porridge is warmed on the kitchen stove, Jiaojiao gets up to freshen up, and I'll bring you the porridge. ."
Nan Baoyi sat up and watched him dress.
She said gently: "Husband, I have recovered from the illness. You don't have to take care of me anymore. You can go to the wine shop to work. If you haven't gone for two days, I was the one who delayed your future."
Xiao Yi buckled his belt, and his expression was subtle.
What kind of future do you think you are in a wine shop?
Nan Baoyi stayed and arranged his clothes for him: "My husband took care of me for these two days. It was really hard for me to pay for it. I decided to cook a delicious lunch for my husband and send it to the wine shop. Or, from now on, I will take care of me every day. All go to the wine shop to deliver food to your husband. Husband, are you moved?"
Xiao Yi was silent.
Nan Jiaojiao delivers meals every day. In other words, does he play the role of the second child in the pavilion every day?
He is so touched...
"The husband is still handsome and romantic today. He doesn't look like a patron, the concubine dresses up for you."
Nan Baoyi tidied his clothes, and from nowhere, he found a round brown hat with coarse cloth, stood on tiptoe, and put it on Xiao Yi's head earnestly.
Xiao Yi: "..."
He tried his best to restrain it and resisted the urge to take off his hat and throw it away.
This hat is really ugly.
But Nan Baoyi tilted his head seriously and looked at it: "I always feel like something is almost done."
She brought a towel from the kitchen and put it on Xiao Yi's shoulder.
Xiao Yi's forehead jumped with blue veins, and said tactfully, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
"No trouble."
Nan Baoyi was gentle and watery, and took out a large black linen apron and tied it around his waist: "It is also the duty of the concubine to organize the clothes for the husband."
Xiao Yi: "..."
Where is this good wife?
He missed that pampered little girl.
Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi for a moment, and nodded Zhenger Bajing: "That's how you look like a young man. Husband, go to the wine shop, don't go, be careful that the owner doesn't want you."
Xiao Yi glanced at the bronze mirror.
This dignified face can't go out at all.
However, Nan Baoyi had already grabbed his hand and dragged him out.
Nan Baoyi escorted him out of the small house and gently waved his little hand: "My husband works hard, and my concubine will bring you food at noon."
The door of the small house was closed in front of Xiao Yi.
In the corner, there was a snicker.
Xiao Yi was expressionless: "Tenku has all deducted all of this year's monthly salary."
The laughter stopped terribly.
Xiao Yi stepped out of the Guanshu Hutong and threw his apron, towels and other things to Shiku: "Go to that restaurant, find a few confidantes, and act as the second child."
You have to find a way to deal with Nan Jiaojiao Cha Gang, right?
Ten bitter grievances said yes.
Xiao Yi was about to return to the Yongwang Mansion, and came with ten words.
His face was dignified: "Master, there is someone from the palace. It is the female official in the palace, saying that the queen empress calls you to enter the palace immediately."
...
Kunning Palace.
Xiao Yi walked through the flower path and, under the guidance of the female officer, came to an elegant hug.
There are plaques hung on the Baosha, iron paintings and silver hooks, engraved with three large inlaid gold characters "discussion room".
Xiao Yi grinned.
The emperor had an imperial study room, but his mother, queen, set up a discussion room in Kunning Palace.
The ambition is so obvious that everyone knows.
Step into the Baoxia.
The case of the Huang book in the Ming Dynasty was spread out.
The woman in the dark purple palace dress was beautiful and dazzling, sitting lazily on the futon.
The officials of the eight great families sitting on either side were all wearing ordinary clothes. Some held their tails in their hands, and some embraced Baiyu Ruyi, each chatting and laughing happily. When they saw him stepping in, they stopped the conversation by appointment and looked at him carefully.
Xiao Yiman saluted carelessly: "Please peace to the queen."
Shen Jiang indifferent: "A Yan knows that typhoid patients are flooding in Chang'an today?"
Xiao Yi nodded: "Know a little bit."
Shen Jiang played with Zhubi: "Wu Situ, come on."
Great Situ Wu Zhen stood up.
He said: "His Royal Highness King Yong doesn't know that, although the minister worships the great Situ, he is also a well-known aspirant in Chang'an."
The person who looks for breath is the person who fortunes fortune and fortune based on the changes in the cloud.
Many people in power admire the hopeful, and there are even monarchs who move the capital for a divination for the hopeful.
Wu Zhen talked eloquently: "Wei ministers have been watching the clouds for the past two days, and found that the dead energy gathered in the northwest direction, and gradually went southeast, reversing the original anger in Chang'an. Therefore, typhoid fever spreads and the people are suffering. ."
"speak English."
Xiao Yi was cold.