Chapter 2275: Mother, I dare not think...

Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and blocked him.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh……"
Wang Baizhi glanced at him and said cautiously: "The emperor, Master Xue, he has a high fever, and Weichen is going to help him wipe his body and cool it down so that the fever can go down."
Zhu Feng frowned and looked at Xue Yun's blushing cheeks.
Then he said: "With me, don't undress him, look indecent."
"..."
"You are only on her hand and face, just wipe it."
"..."
"Can you still take medicine?"
Wang Baizhi sighed in his heart. He had just diagnosed Xue Yun's pulse, and found that she was obviously weak and suffering from cold, and the medicine didn't help much, so she burned like this. But the emperor was right. He who undressed him in this imperial study room really looked indecent.
So he said: "Weichen is confused."
He took the veil soaked in cold water and wiped her face and palms, and changed several basins of water, finally lowering her body's high temperature.
Finally, Wang Baizhi covered Xue Yun's forehead with the smoothly twisted veil.
Seeing Xue Yun finally got a clear sense of consciousness, he frowned slightly, his pale and even cracked lips closed slightly, saying something softly.
However, it seemed that it was just an unconscious murmur.
Zhu Feng watched from the side, frowning: "How is she?"
Wang Baizhi said: "If you return to the emperor, Master Xue has no more high fever now, but he is still not sober."
"..."
"I'm afraid I have to rest for a while."
He said, looking at the emperor carefully, and tentatively said: "Weichen...Weichen let him be carried back to the hospital?"
"..."
Zhu Feng did not speak immediately, but turned his head and glanced out the window.
The sky is dark.
The cold wind blew across the earth, and the trees outside were shaken violently, and the shadows of the trees were reflected on the windows, looking very cold and disturbed.
Carrying a person with a high fever out on such a cold night, I'm afraid--
Zhu Feng hesitated for a while, then said: "Finally, let him rest here."
"..."
"Early tomorrow morning, come here to pick someone up."
Wang Baizhi hurriedly knelt down and said, "The emperor is benevolent."
Zhu Feng waved his hand lightly, and Wang Baizhi quit.
Father Yu stayed in the imperial study room, seeing that his cheeks were still flushed and his eyebrows frowned, Xue Yun, who was obviously very restless in his sleep, looked back at Zhu Feng and immediately lowered his head.
Aware of his gaze, Zhu Feng also looked down at himself.
Only then did I realize that I was not dressed properly.
When Xue Yun gave him the needle, he took off half of his clothes. Just to pick her up, he only pulled out the needle, before he had time to put on the clothes.
He coughed slightly and pulled his clothes back.
Grandpa Yu just didn't see it, lowered his head, and whispered: "The emperor tonight--"
Zhu Feng said: "Tonight, I will handle government affairs over there. I didn't tell you not to come in."
"Yes."
Lord Yu also retired.
Zhu Feng glanced at Xue Yun again, then got up and walked towards Yu'an.
But as soon as he moved, he heard an uneasy noise behind him. He turned his head and saw Xue Yun lying on the couch with a look of panic and frowning his eyebrows, as if he was very painful.
She was whispering something.
Zhu Feng walked up slowly, and heard her whisper: "I, I like him...but I, I never thought...I dare not think, mother, I dare not think..."