Nongmen Xiaofunu’s food guide

Xie Zhijie was sleeping soundly here, but suddenly he felt something was wrong in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he saw a little girl squirming under the quilt and plunged into his arms. He hugged her directly. He was so frightened that he thought he was having a nightmare.

This nightmare is not something that happens in a day or two. He is thinking that it is a dream.

I heard the little girl say something vaguely, "Why don't you remember me? When will you come back?"

This little voice is very familiar.

Xie Zhijie opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the wooden frame bed in a daze. Wasn't he dreaming?

He raised his hand and pulled the quilt down. When he looked again, wasn't it Song Yue? ?

His face immediately turned red.

Xie Zhijie's mind couldn't move for a while, and he was so embarrassed that he almost pushed Song Yue out of the bed, but the little girl was so soft and hot that he couldn't do it.

Looking to the side, Qingzhu was sleeping on the small couch next to him and didn't wake up at all. No wonder Song Yue was able to sneak in without anyone noticing.

The little girl's face was tender and tender, and there were indentations on her face. She looked more like a clingy person looking for her parents after falling asleep in the middle of the night. The words she said were also very sad.

Xie Zhijie couldn't let her sleep like this, or else would the girl's family's reputation really be lost?

He called her twice softly.

"Miss Song? Miss Song, wake up? Are you having a nightmare? You're in the wrong place..."

It's a pity that Song Yue didn't wake up, and she still clung to him like a dog-skin plaster.

Xie Zhijie stared at her fair and tender face for a while, feeling that it would feel good to the touch. He couldn't help but wanted to squeeze it, but he saw that she didn't know what she was dreaming about, her mouth tightened, her eyes were red, and her eyelashes were wet.

Are you crying?

It shocked him, who wouldn't want her? parents? Relatives? Still a lover...

When Xie Zhijie thought of this possibility, his face darkened for some reason. In the end, he pinched her soft face and wiped away her tears. Only later did he realize that her temperature was not right.

No matter how warm it is, it can't be hot!

He couldn't sit still anymore and called Qingzhu in a loud voice, "Qingzhu, wake up quickly. Go to the small courtyard and ask the doctor to come over."

Yelled two or three times.

Qingzhu seemed to be sleeping very soundly tonight. When he woke up, he noticed Xie Zhijie's frown and asked him, "Why did you sleep so well tonight?"

Qingzhu suddenly felt very guilty, "Damn it, I don't know, I just slept so well tonight, sir, do you want to get up at night? Or do you want to drink water?"

He rubbed his eyes and got up quickly, then lifted up the bed curtain and suddenly discovered that there was a bulging "thing" next to his young master.

Qingzhu took a closer look and took a breath, "This, this, this!!"

Xie Zhijie immediately told him to keep quiet, "Ms. Song has a fever nightmare. She somehow touched it here. Go to the small courtyard and ask the doctor to come over."

Qingzhu was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out, but he still subconsciously followed his master's instructions and stammered: "Yes, yes, yes..."

Then, at Xie Zhijie's urging, he scrambled to invite the accompanying old doctor.

Xie Zhijie wanted to go by himself, but Song Yue clung to him. He originally thought that if Qingzhu didn't wake up yet, he would directly carry Song Yue to find the old doctor.

It was just that he was afraid that his newly healed body would not be able to hold her, and would drop her when the time came.

Xie Zhijie once again felt that his body was useless, and his face was gloomy. However, after Song Yue's hand searched for it and then grabbed his finger, he suddenly felt peaceful again, which made him sigh.

It was difficult to stare at her sleeping face.

He has never seen such a little girl, but this is the first time he has so many emotions. Qingzhu hurriedly called for the old doctor. The night watchwoman, who had something to do, asked a few words, "Why did you call the doctor in the middle of the night? But the master is not feeling well?"

Qingzhu waved his hands repeatedly, telling them to leave it alone and just go do whatever they were supposed to do.

When the old doctor was woken up in the middle of the night, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He thought that his young master was suddenly ill, so he followed Qingzhu and ran so fast that he barely started to smoke with his feet.

Wait until the wing room.

The good news is that the prince's face is rosy and he does not appear to be suffering from any sudden illness.

The bad news is there's a little girl in his bed.

The old doctor was so frightened that he repeatedly advised, "Young Master has just recovered, so you must not let out your energy..."

Xie Zhijie's face instantly turned redder. He held his forehead and said, "It's not what you think."

Qingzhu's face was also red, and he stuttered: "That's right, don't talk nonsense, Song, Miss Song is having a nightmare, she came here only in the middle of the night."

Although his mind was dizzy, thinking about how Miss Song usually behaved towards his young master, and how she would crawl into bed when she was awake, it was not surprising, but his master said that Miss Song was a nightmare, that was a nightmare .

The old doctor then quickly got down to business and motioned for Xie Zhijie to give way, saying that he wanted to see his face and feel his pulse.

Xie Zhijie made room and came out, "She still has a high fever."

The old doctor had superb medical skills. He was the doctor raised by Xie Zhijie's grandparents. Xie Zhijie was in poor health and had to go to Beijing to mourn, so he accompanied him all the way. It was easy to see a doctor, so the results were soon obtained.

It was said that it was raining and getting colder tonight, so I was afraid that I might have caught some wind chill, and because I was overthinking, I would have nightmares, and I would feel aggrieved and would want to find someone to accompany me.

That's why nocturnal wandering syndrome occurs.

The old doctor said that he could comfort her a little more, "This girl is Miss Song, right? I have heard about it too, and even went to eat in her shop. I heard that she traveled far away alone, and the situation at home must not be very good. , otherwise, which family would be willing to let her go out alone as a girl?"

There was only a boy and a maid beside him. They were no adults.

The little girl also needs to have a strong personality.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to travel far by herself, and the maid who followed her before would be gone.

I'm afraid it's also accumulated in my heart.

The old doctor's words were clear and logical, but Xie Zhijie's heart felt heavy when he heard it. He didn't know why it hurt, but later he found out that he probably felt sorry for her.

Qingzhu was also a little sad, "Miss Song looks so heartless, she really doesn't look like a thoughtful person..."

After listening to the old doctor's words, he suddenly felt a little pitiful for the little girl.

Yes.

If she really had a reliable family, why would she be allowed to go out alone as a little girl?

The old doctor wrote a prescription and asked Qingzhu to go back and grab the medicine. "As for the heart disease, naturally it still needs heart medicine to treat. In this matter, I can only advise her to prescribe some medicine herself."

He added: "Maybe it would be much better to make more friends and talk and play together."

The old man didn't dare to stay too long. After explaining the precautions, he was about to leave. When he saw his young master looking at him in a daze, he also smiled and said a few words of advice, "This girl must be strong-minded. She will be fine. She just has to endure it. Wait." After thinking about it, you will get better naturally, and the young master is getting better. It is better not to get too close to him, lest you get over the illness, let Qingzhu change your room."

Xie Zhijie didn't say whether he would answer or not, he just said politely: "Sorry to trouble you."

The old doctor kept saying that it should be done.

(End of this chapter)