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Ms. Liu hummed and ignored the matter. Instead, she pointed at the medicine jar at the door of the kitchen and asked Di Nu: "Who are you making medicine for?"

Di Nu was frightened, but he didn't dare not to report back: "My young master has caught a cold, so I took some medicine and boiled it for him!"

"You bastard, I don't know if the master is sick, but he doesn't report it. What's the point?"

Mrs. Liu snorted coldly and strode into Qian Shuxing's bedroom. She saw Qian Shuxing sitting on the bedside with a book and reading. While feeling distressed, she said with concern: "Xing'er, poor child, how can you hide it when you are sick?" Uncle, how are you doing now? Are you feeling better?"

"If you do something bad, how can I explain it to your aunt and father!"

Qian Shuxing sat up straight, nodded slightly, and said to Mr. Liu, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. Xing'er is fine, so I didn't bother him and made him worry!"

Mrs. Liu sat on one side and ordered to the boy next to her: "Sanshun, hurry up and ask a doctor to come over and help Xing'er diagnose."

Seeing this, Sanshun, the young man, hurriedly retreated to ask for the doctor.

Mrs. Liu accompanied Qian Shuxing and chatted about domestic affairs, and looked at Qian Shuxing calmly. Qian Shuxing told Mr. Liu about his previous illness intermittently, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that there was nothing wrong with Mr. Liu's face. .

After half a stick of incense, Sanshun invited an old doctor over. The old doctor felt Qian Shuxing's pulse and found that the pulse was gentle and even. Apart from a slight weakness in the spleen and stomach, there were no other symptoms.

The old doctor prescribed a few more herbs that harmonize the stomach, strengthen the spleen, and replenish the body's qi. After receiving the consultation fee, he left with Sanshun.

Mrs. Liu breathed a sigh of relief and gave Qian Shuxing a few words before leaving the room.

Di Nu sent Liu off and came back and said to Qian Shuxing: "Master, you are feeling better. Can Miss Song not come here?"

Qian Shuxing frowned when he heard the words, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

Song Xiang had been sleeping with him in his arms these past few days. If Song Xiang hadn't come, the long night would have been long and the surroundings would have been too deserted.

Seeing that the young master looked bad, Di Nu did not dare to say anything and hurriedly retreated to boil the medicine.

...

The back house of the Feng family…

Song Xiang stood respectfully on one side and said goodbye to Li, the head of the hall: "Master Feng, I will take Master Feng Mian away first. Next time I have a chance, I will bring him back to see you..."

Mrs. Li wiped her tears with a handkerchief and told Song Xiang, "Mien'er is very frail, you must take good care of him!"

"Well, please rest assured, Lord Feng, I will take good care of Young Master Feng Mian!"

Feng Mian bowed goodbye to Mrs. Li, and then left the house without daring to look back. Seeing this, Song Xiang hurriedly followed.

The two of them left Feng's house together, got on the carriage and drove towards the Song's house. Feng Mian was in a bad mood and was unwilling to speak. He just stared at the scriptures in a daze...

Song Xiang couldn't talk much. When he arrived at the busy market, he stopped the carriage and whispered to Taro: "Go and buy some pastries for Mr. Feng to eat. Buy some of all kinds!"

Taro nodded in agreement and slipped out of the carriage.

Feng Mian lifted the car curtain and looked at the bustling street. He felt like he was floating on the ground and had nowhere to go.

After a while, Taro handed the big and small bags to the car and said breathlessly: "Miss, I've bought it!"

"Thank you for your hard work, come up and catch the bus!"

"okay!"

When Feng Mian heard Song Xiang's voice, he looked away from the outside.

Song Xiang took out a pack of pastries as if he was offering a treasure. After opening it, he took out a piece and handed it to Feng Mian: "This is your favorite Bazhen cake. Take one and try it!"

"How do you know that I like to eat Bazhen cakes?" Feng Mian's calm heart rippled, "My two sisters don't know, you..."

Song Xiang pursed his lips and smiled, and said cheerfully: "The boy beside your father secretly told me..."

Feng Mian was slightly startled, then took the pastry and took a bite. It was sweet but not greasy, with a crisp texture and was delicious.

"Isn't it delicious?" Song Xiang rewrapped the remaining Bazhen cake, put it aside, and said with a smile, "These are all bought for you. Remember to eat them when you go back."

Feng Mian nodded almost imperceptibly and said lightly: "Thank you, I..."

"What's wrong?" Song Xiang raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"I may have to bother you at your house for a while longer..."

Song Xiang hurriedly stopped Feng Mian's words and said, "You can stay here forever. It won't be too late to move out after you find someone you like."

Feng Mian frowned, but didn't say much after all.

After arriving at Feng's house, Song Xiang took Feng Mian to the main courtyard first, greeted the old lady, and then returned to the courtyard of the main house.

Mrs. Wang and her two sons were waiting at the door. When they saw Song Xiang coming back, they hurriedly greeted him: "Xiang'er is back?"

"Have you ever brought Mian'er with you?"

"Bring it, Father!" Song Xiang turned sideways and said playfully: "Look who is behind you?"

Wang gently pulled Song Xiang away, took a step forward, held Feng Mian's hand and said, "Good boy, you are finally back!"

"Xian'er is staying at your house these days, are you comfortable?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in Feng Mian's eyes, and he slowly turned his gaze to Song Xiang with a bit of disbelief.

When Wang saw this, she thought it was Song Xiang who had caused some trouble. She became a little anxious and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? Is it Xiang'er who is fooling around again?"

Feng Mian shook his head, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said in a calm tone: "Father, don't worry, Xiang'er is respectful and aware of etiquette, and has not done anything that exceeds the rules."

"That's good, that's good!" Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief. After watching her two sons and Feng Mian greet each other, the whole family went to the main hall in large numbers.

Song Xiang endured the doubts in his heart and finished the meal. It was finally time to eat, but his elder brother Song Zhizhou suddenly appeared and asked Feng Mian away.

She was about to go back to the yard, but her second brother Song Zhiyi dragged her to the garden without any explanation.

As he walked, he asked in an unhappy tone: "Little sister! Where have you been these past few days?"

Song Xiang's heart trembled, and he said vaguely: "Didn't Feng Mian say that? Stay at Feng's house!"

"Hmph! You can't hide this from me and my brother! Look at Feng Mian's appearance. It's not what you said!"

Song Xiang sighed, grabbed the second brother and said, "Second brother, you and the eldest brother have really sharp eyes, you can see everything!"

Song Zhiyi snorted coldly and asked nervously: "You didn't go to Goulanwashe, did you?"

"No!" Song Xiang shook his head repeatedly, "Where did you want to go?"

"Then where else can you stay?"

Song Xiang frowned, touched his nose and whispered, "Second brother, come closer and I'll tell you."

Song Zhiyi leaned forward and looked around. When he saw that there was no one there, he urged: "Speak quickly!"

Song Xiang whispered to Song Zhiyi quietly, spread his hands and said, "This is what happened!"

"What? Little sister, how could you..." Song Zhiyi stamped his feet and asked seriously, "Does Feng Mian know about this?"

Song Xiang shook his head and said calmly: "He doesn't know, but the matter between me and him is not what you see!"

"What is that?" Song Zhiyi opened his mouth in surprise, looked at Song Xiang with a gossipy tone and said, "You should also explain the matter between you and Feng Mian!"

Song Xiang sighed again, approached Song Zhiyi, and whispered quietly.