Lan Congxiao

After staying for a long time, the snow fell more and more heavily, but Xun Fei's face was flushed red, the joy faded away, his eyes began to show some confusion, and he wobbled, "Is there a lot of snow on my head, it's so heavy, Ah Le, help me quickly Sweep it down." The child spoke in a daze.

A Le saw that there was only a thin layer of snowflakes on his head, and he reached out and touched his forehead, it was so hot, "Xun Fei!" He suddenly remembered that Xun Fei had mentioned that he had just suffered from a cold recently, obviously it was a cold Not healed, but caught cold again.

Without waiting for Xun Fei to say anything, he picked up the child and walked into the house. Xun Fei was in a daze, only to hear someone complaining softly, "It's really disobedient..." As if Qiu Zhu was by his side, he leaned on the child with peace of mind. In Ale's arms, with his hands wrapped around his neck, he fell into a deep sleep.

"You took care of the sick young master in just one day, how did you take care of him!" By the door of Xun Fei's bedroom, the maid in charge in the courtyard was scolding A Le, Xun Fei was so confused, his intuition was so, confused He mumbled vaguely, "Don't scold him, don't drive him away!"

"Don't blame him, Fei'er has a restless personality, and Xue Tian can't stand it, so I can't blame him." Qiao Yanle heard Xun Fei's sleepy words, and quickly stopped the maid from scolding A Le.

When the soup and medicine arrived, Qiao Yanle personally fed the medicine with a spoon, because she didn't like to drink medicine, even with her eyes closed, she would still move around when she smelled the medicine, almost spilling the bed.

"Madam, let me try." After being scolded, Ah Le didn't complain, and went forward to ask for instructions, and took a bowl full of medicine.

Qiao Yanle sat aside and watched carefully. Ale stretched out his hand and stroked Xun Fei's cheek a few times. Xun Fei grabbed his wrist and hugged her tightly like a kitten. Qiao Yanle hurriedly took the medicine bowl to avoid spills.I saw Ah Le's grasped hand pinching Xun Fei's cheeks, his lips parted slightly, "Hey, the disease can only be cured after drinking medicine."

A small spoonful of medicine was smoothly sent into Xun Fei's mouth along the gap between his lips. Xun Fei frowned slightly but did not struggle to resist, and let Ah Le feed it in mouthful.

After feeding the medicine, seeing that Xun Fei was still holding on to Ah Le, Qiao Yanle let him go, looked at the empty bowl with satisfaction, turned and left.

There were only the two of them left in the room, and Xun Fei heard the familiar voice "You..." in his sleep, and a finger tapped his forehead lightly.

When I woke up again, it had been night for a long time, and I held a big hand in both hands, wrapped in the blanket warmly.He woke up suddenly, pulled it out to have a look, and fell into a trance again.This hand was actually the same size as Qiu Zhu's, with slender fingers and distinct joints.Xun Fei has been inseparable from Qiu Zhu for a long time, and he is very familiar with it. He often puts his hand in Qiu Zhu's palm to compare the size. If it grows a little longer, he will be very happy.

When she was young, Qiu Zhu often stretched out her hands to cover his face, covering his face. Later, as she grew older, one day she suddenly sighed: Xun Fei has grown up, and one hand can no longer cover your face.The hand was gently attached to the other hand, the size fit, and when he looked up, he saw Ale leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes closed, apparently unable to support himself after being tired, and fell asleep.

In the dream just now, I thought it was Qiu Zhu who was by my side, but when I looked up, I saw the face that was not the one I met.

Ah Le slept deeply and quietly, without any snoring and grinding of teeth. He vaguely felt that the person next to him was moving, so he reached out his hand out of habit, patted Xun Fei's head, and kept stroking back and forth.In the past, he found Fei Ye Shen but didn't feel sleepy, Qiu Zhu endured the sleepiness to comfort him like this.Xun Fei couldn't help thinking, could it be that he has been away for too long, seeing a Central Plains person who looks so far away feels similar to Qiu Zhu.

Thinking of the man from the Weiming Villa, he turned over, curled up and closed his eyes again with sleepiness.

Not long after, the night watchman by the bed slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, he didn't see the drowsiness when he first woke up, as if he was ready at any time, he glanced at Xun Fei who had rolled into the inside, got up and covered him Covering the quilt with his hand, he felt relieved when he saw that there was no fever anymore.

He took out a flute from his bosom, and looking at it against the moonlight, this mottled bamboo flute has already passed its most glamorous time.He has never seen this bamboo flute before, but he knows the hanging ornaments on it. Only he knows this unique weaving pattern, but the person who weaves it has passed away many years ago.

There was a sharp look in his eyes, and the hand holding the bamboo flute couldn't help tightening: How could this bamboo flute appear in Zong Zhengyue's bedroom?

He opened his sleeves and touched his arm. The place soaked in the medicine powder became a little dark and rough, as if it looked like a weather-beaten appearance. Fei together kept it in the dark, on the one hand to avoid his father's search, and on the other hand, the Zong Zhengjia aroused his curiosity.

Suddenly, with a sound of "whoosh", Xun Fei kicked off the brocade quilt with a kick of his calf, stretched out his legs and pressed it on the quilt, sleeping very comfortably.He had no choice but to get up again, and reached out to touch Xun Fei's head. After the child changed his movements, he covered him again with the quilt that was under him.

"You……"

With a wave of his hand, Xun Fei lightly clasped his fingers, his little little finger was slightly tilted, and he couldn't stop rubbing it. He leaned slightly, put the child's finger on his lips and rubbed it gently, sucking greedily. With this familiar breath, he slowly closed his eyes.

Zongzheng often woke up in the middle of the night, and when it was difficult to fall asleep, he got up and wandered around the room.Picking up the wooden box next to the desk, he took out the contents one by one, and put them back one by one after looking at them.

But this time he found something unusual, the bamboo flute under the wooden box was gone, it was a mottled bamboo flute, he could recognize it at a glance, so he knew that someone had sneaked into the room while he was leaving, and took this thing away.

At dawn, Zong Zhengyue came to Qiao Yanle's courtyard with only this personal servant by his side.Seeing this, the maidservant who got up early hurried forward.

"Don't wake up Ma'am, I'm here to see Xunfei." Zong Zhengyue waved his hand and stopped the maidservant from going to Qiao Yanle's bedroom.

"Master, the young master had a fever again yesterday, and he hasn't left the room until now." The servant girl's report made Zongzheng a little more puzzled. If it wasn't Xun Fei who entered the house, then who took the bamboo flute?" Isn't it cured? Why are you sick again?"

"The young master loves to play, and he refused to go back to the house when it snowed, playing in the snow in the courtyard and getting cold, Madam was so worried yesterday that even the dinner was just a quick sip."

Zongzheng furrowed his brows tightly, and instructed a few words, "In the future, you should keep an eye on him. Xun Fei's child is self-willed, and you can't just let him go." After finishing speaking, he strode towards Xun Fei's bedroom. go.

Pushing open the door and entering, Xun Fei was still lying on the bed with a flushed face, and the servant beside him was taking care of him carefully.The maid beside him beckoned to A Le, and he backed away knowingly.

Zongzheng stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his hand to cover Xun Fei's forehead. Although he didn't have a fever, his face looked haggard, "Why is this child weak and sick when he gets here?" "Who are you?" Qiao Yanle's yard has always only had maidservants. When did a man come here?