I'm here to find my son

Those doctors were not walking quickly, Li Xingzhi began to tell Nan Zimu stories softly.It's a pity that he didn't close his eyes last night. He just took a hot bath and was extremely tired. But in order not to worry Li Xingzhi too much, he still stared and pretended to listen carefully to Master Hou's speech.

"Zimu." Li Xingzhi gently rubbed his shoulders with his fingertips, "What's going on here?"

In fact, Hou Ye discovered it just now when he was staring at Nan Zimu taking a bath. It was just such a wound that made him feel tight in the chest and short of breath.

"Hmm..." Nan Zimu held his heavy head, "Ah, I don't know who knocked him with the leg of a chair. No blood was seen, so it's okay."

"I'll let the doctor prescribe some medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis." Hou Ye said indifferently, but he was secretly planning in his heart—all those who hurt Nan Zimu at that time will be locked up in Jingyang Palace, If it's not good, they should be hung up and beaten up, in short, they can't make it easy.

He also wanted to pull out the tongues of all those who spread rumors that Nan Zimu was a monster, so that no one could say anything bad about his little fairy.

But no, as long as he is exposed to the sun, there is a possibility of danger.

Hide it, hide it, hide it where the sun doesn't shine...

As soon as this idea came out, Li Xingzhi suddenly grabbed Nan Zimu's hand in a panic.

These distorted thoughts and the almost pathological desire to protect Nan Zimu almost overwhelmed his reason.

"Master Hou, the doctor is here," said a servant.

It was still the old doctor carrying the medicine box who took the lead last time. Li Xingzhi didn't expect to see him for the second time in just ten days.

"He seems to have a low-grade fever." Li Xingzhi whispered, "Is the low-grade fever a symptom of the pre-plague?"

The doctor took Nan Zimu's pulse and said: "Not necessarily, everyone's reaction to this plague is different. Some people come up with high fever, and they disappear within a few days, and some have low fever. May I ask if you have been in contact with him recently? Have you ever been infected with the plague?"

"Well... I stayed in the same room with them for one night. I took off the coat that was stained with their blood and sat under the window for the whole night." Nanzi Muqiang cheered up, "This plague is contagious. Is it strong?"

The old doctor answered honestly: "It's very strong, and it doesn't matter if you find a magic doctor or a ghost doctor, it can't be cured - there is a noble concubine in the palace who also contracted this disease a few days ago, and even the dragon in Jiangxi has seen her face." The last ghost doctor has been invited, but they are still helpless. However, the son's low fever may also be due to cold, as long as it does not turn into a high fever later, it will not be a big problem."

"How long can people infected with the disease... at most?" Hou Ye realized that his voice was shaking after he asked.

The old doctor sighed: "Let's put it this way, even a strong man who has practiced martial arts all year round will not last a month if he encounters this disease."

Li Xingzhi's heart suddenly became half cold, and he asked persistently: "As long as the infection is infected, there is no hope?"

"Yes." The old doctor said, "This disease is extremely contagious. Before the diagnosis is confirmed, Lord Hou, please try not to contact this young master. To take care of his servants, you must also cover your mouth and nose with a veil to prevent the disease from recurring. was disseminated."

Li Xingzhi tightened Nan Zimu's hand, he was speechless, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palms and back.

The old doctor backed away, knowingly said: "The old man can only prescribe some medicinal materials to treat the wind and cold, um... I hope Lord Hou will think about the better, please take care of your health."

Hou Ye still didn't speak, the doctors looked at each other, and retreated with the servants.

He lowered his head slowly, and began to gasp continuously, countless absurd thoughts floated in his mind to do his best.

Before Nan Zimu could speak, Lord Hou raised his head and calmly tucked his quilt: "I will sleep with you from now on, and I will accompany you no matter what you do."

Li Xingzhi did what he said, and after that, he guarded Nan Zimu almost all the time.Nanzimu wanted to drive him away, but no matter what he said, Master Hou still stuck to him like a dog's skin plaster. If Nanzimu deliberately alienated him, he would hug the mountain god and kiss him, and then said: "This way, everyone who should be infected will be infected." Now, if you ignore me again, I will move to Jingyang Palace, if you ignore me for a few days, I will stay for a few nights."

"Are you so naive?" Nan Zimu was very angry, "Death is nothing to be afraid of, Lord Marquis, people will die eventually. You should do your business well, and when the time comes, go to reincarnation and bring me back to be a god together, can't you? Why don't you understand?"

That's right, Li Xingzhi just couldn't figure it out.Even though he knew that Nan Zimu's words were the most sensible, he still couldn't reason.

There are too many uncertainties in this world. What if he fails and cannot go back to heaven?What if something goes wrong with Nan Zimu's soul and the immortal's soul cannot be reincarnated?

The most important thing is that he still can't accept that Nan Zimu will suffer near death and enter the realm of reincarnation.Even if there is a chance to meet each other in the future, if he continues to live on after his death, isn't the two of them regarded as yin and yang?

Li Xingzhi tossed and tossed in this kind of heartache that he couldn't eat and couldn't sleep at night, and he was miserable.Emotions pulled him to surrender, preferring to perish with Nan Zimu; but the precarious reason grabbed Master Hou by the collar.He kicked off the cliff and flew into the air.

Just waiting for the unresolved verdict on Nan Zimu's life.

Li Xingzhi smiled ugly: "I don't understand."

He didn't understand the meaning of such a messy life, even if he was dragged forward.

"..." Nan Zimu covered his head under the quilt, thinking complicatedly in his heart: What should we do then?my marquis.

Nanzimu's low fever persisted, and it turned into a high fever after three days. Wang Dahu went to replace Hongyu who was guarding the front line, but it was a pity that Hongyu, who couldn't find a single elixir in the ground, was no different from ordinary doctors Same.

Hou Ye stayed by his bed day and night, testing the temperature on his forehead over and over again, each test was in exchange for disappointment.

When Li Xingzhi saw his slightly furrowed brows and the fine sweat on his forehead, he felt his heart was about to break.

Nan Zimu woke up in the middle of the night, and when he opened his eyes, he was scared to death.On the head of his bed, two pairs of bright eyes, one big and one small, were staring straight at him, and there was a rabbit with red eyes lying on the end of the bed.

"...I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I was almost scared to death by you." Nan Zimu didn't have much strength, but he still tried to make his voice sound normal, "Are you trying to drive me to reincarnation?"

Unable to control his joy, his eyes immediately filled with tears, and he said in a sobbing voice: "Father, you are not allowed to say unlucky words, bah bah bah!"

"Okay, bah bah bah." Nan Zimu squeezed his little fleshy hands, "Don't learn from your big tiger uncle, you're talking about it. What did the master teach recently? Did Huanxi pay attention to the class?"

"Yes, Huanxi just finished studying the "Three Character Classic". Now Master is teaching us to read "Primary School Collection"." Huanxi wiped away tears on the lapel of his clothes, blinked his bright round eyes, and said seriously: "Huanxi will recite the "Three Character Classic" for Dad Listen, okay?"

Nan Zimu lowered his eyelashes: "Okay."

Huanxi shook his head and endorsed the book without stopping for a moment, which shows that he has memorized it thoroughly.

After hearing this, Nan Zimu laughed and said, "We are so happy, we will definitely be stronger than other little mountain gods in the future."

"After that... from now on, Huanxi will read more and more books to Dad. Huanxi will no longer be greedy for food or fun, and Dad will not get sick or die, okay?" Little Huanxi looked like she was made of water. Yes, she shed tears as soon as she opened her mouth, and her chest was wet from crying.

He also liked to cry when he was a child, but he just howled dryly to attract others' attention, and used to abuse other people's ears, but there were few times when he actually shed tears.

But this time, he saw Hongyu crying there boiling medicine, went to school and suddenly thought of his father crying, heard other children discussing their parents and cried, and when he returned home, he saw Nanzimu's revolving lantern in front of his house and cried...

Coupled with Li Xingzhi's uneasy expression, the child was forced into a crying bag.

His father can't wake up several times a day, and his father seems to hate himself a bit recently, even Hongyu is in a state of despair, busy tossing the little white rabbit to do experiments every day.

No one came to wipe his tears, and no one comforted this ignorant little kid.

Nan Zimu stretched out his hands to pinch Huanxi's face, and said softly, "Ah, good."

"It's pretty late." Nanzi Mu said to Hongyu, "You should take Huanxi to bed, or you won't be able to wake up tomorrow."

"But I want to sleep with Dad..."

"Why are you acting coquettish at such an age? Go to sleep by yourself." Li Xingzhi tilted his head and looked at Huanxi with a cold face.

Nan Zimu pulled Master La Hou's fingertips and guessed Li Xingzhi's twisted thoughts: "Don't blame the child, he is only so old, why are you as a father and he is so irrelevant to him? "

"Huanxi, good boy, go to bed with Sister Hongyu, Dad is very tired, I can't coax you to sleep."

"Yeah." Huanxi nodded obediently, and was carried away by Hongyu who turned into a human.

Only he and Li Xingzhi were left in the room, and they stared at each other by the light of a low candle.

Nan Zimu coughed dryly with an itchy throat, and asked, "How is Xiaozhen's funeral preparations going? Have Song Ci been notified? Well... I think it's better not to tell him yet, lest he won't want to fight and end up giving himself away. folded in."

"Well, I didn't say anything, and I don't know how to tell him." Li Xingzhi said, "Leave the funeral to Uncle Zhong. He has experience."

As soon as the concubine was lifted away, Xiao Zhen's funeral began to be arranged. Although Xiao Zhen was only a servant, Hou Ye broke the rules and organized the funeral for him according to the rules of the little master.

So the white cloth in front of the gate of Lord Hou's Mansion was hung for half a month, and no one dared to pass by the front of Lord Hou's Mansion, for fear of getting bad luck.

The two suddenly fell into a tacit silence, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.

After a while, Lord Hou broke the silence by speaking first: "Well..."

"The doctor will come again tomorrow. He said that within three days, if the low-grade fever does not go away and turns into a high-grade fever, you don't need to ask him. I should know it in my heart." Beside the bed, "But it's been the third day just now..."

Fearing that he would suffocate, he lived in fear for three days. He even went to the temple to offer incense and kneel devoutly while Nan Zimu was asleep, but it was still useless.

"What do you think I should do?" Li Xingzhi's entire shoulder blades collapsed, and he buried his head on Nan Zimu's quilt like a lonely ghost with no branches to rely on. It's been three days, why doesn't he feel sorry for you?"

"Is it because I didn't believe him before, so he doesn't want to talk to me now..."

"..."

Nan Zimu's whole head was dizzy, and he couldn't think of any comforting words after searching his stomach, so he could only say dryly: "Isn't this a diagnosis yet? I won't know until the doctor sees it tomorrow. Besides, let's stay together every day, you Nothing happened at all, which means that your fate will not change, and you will not die until you complete the task, which means that Lord Hou has a good chance to turn back into a fairy, and then come to me."

These words did not have any comforting effect on Lord Hou, Li Xingzhi still buried his head in the quilt.

Nan Zimu sighed, and said helplessly, "Oh, don't cry...don't cry, my lord."