Floating Life Half Awake GL

Although Xia Lan understands the persistence in Cen Nan's heart and chooses to respect her thoughts, this does not mean that Xia Lan can just watch like this.

"Qing Ning, quickly send someone to invite the prince back to the mansion"

"Man'er, send someone to invite the doctor over immediately."

Qing Ning and Man'er took their orders and left in a hurry. Xia Lan was still standing on the porch, watching the little figure disappear among the flowers, and the pastries placed on the porch quietly exuded a faint fragrance.

Slightly raised his head, the sky which was still relatively bright just now, unexpectedly turned against people, and gradually began to become darker.

The back garden of Pingnan Prince's Mansion, whether it is big or small, is originally a place for enjoying and resting, so various trails twist and turn, and this circle is at least as far as a normal playground.

Xia Lan remembered that when Qing Ning came to report the time just now, Cen Nan had already run five or six laps, that is to say, up to now, at least ten laps had been run.

Not long ago, when Cen Nan ran past, Xia Lan saw that her face had started to turn from red to white, and her breathing had become very heavy and rapid, but she had no intention of stopping at all.

Xia Lan couldn't imagine why a child could do this...

A gust of wind blew past, and Xia Lan's body couldn't help shivering slightly, obviously she didn't feel cold.

Seeing Cen Nan running towards this side from a distance, Xia Lan almost unconsciously took two steps to the side, and stood in the middle of the road again.

Cen Nan, who was gradually approaching, seemed to have seen Xia Lan in front of her, but she did not slow down, but just looked at Xia Lan from a long distance.

200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters, 20 meters... Cen Nan showed no sign of changing course, and just rushed towards Xia Lan in front of him.

At the moment when the two were about to bump into each other, Xia Lan turned her side slightly, and Cen Nan's left arm just brushed against the corner of Xia Lan's slender and pure white skirt.

After passing by, Cen Nan suddenly turned his head and smiled at Xia Lan.

This was the first time Xia Lan saw Cen Nan smiling since the two first met. That smile was warm and innocent like a child.

Not long after, the sky began to rain.

Xia Lan walked out from the corridor and walked down the wooden steps, feeling the bean-sized raindrops falling on her face even though it was sparse, hitting her heart, and slowly moistening her heart.

When Leng Zongmu hurried over with the dampness in the air, what he saw was Cen Nan running in the drizzle, and Xia Lan waiting in the misty rain.

He stretched out his hand to lift the hem of the robe, walked up to Xia Lan in three steps at a time, grabbed her hand and wanted to take it back, "What is Lan'er doing?"

Xia Lan didn't move, Leng Zongmu followed her gaze to Cen Nan, frowned slightly, turned around and wanted to go, but someone grabbed his wrist.

When Leng Zongmu turned his head, Xia Lan shook his head slightly at her.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually began to blur people's vision. Through the rain curtain, Leng Zongmu watched the raindrops rolling down Xia Lan's long and curled eyelashes, and he sank into his dantian, and shouted in a deep voice, "Cen Nan, If you can run fifteen more laps, I will grant your request."

As soon as Leng Zongmu said the words, he felt the cool catkin tremble slightly in his palm, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but he couldn't tell whether the torrential rainwater contained the salty taste.

Fifteen laps is equivalent to the sum of the previous runs.

The extremely penetrating voice, even though it was separated by the noisy rain, and Cen Nan was so tired that his head was beginning to swell, he could still hear it clearly.

Cen Nan didn't reply, she just glanced in the direction of Leng Zongmu, but her gaze didn't stay on him, but on Xia Lan beside her.

Even though it was raining heavily and her hair was messy, in Cen Nan's heart, she was still the most dignified, elegant, gentle and decent woman in the world.

Cen Nan raised his hand to wipe off the rain on his face indiscriminately, held his breath slightly, adjusted his breath a little, and then ran forward with all his might.

At the end of the corridor, there was a puddle on the road. Cen Nan wanted to step over it directly, but maybe he was too tired, only to hear a "pop", mud and water splashed everywhere, splashing on the plain white robe, and the jade-white robe. face.

"Nan'er!"

The rain seemed to mute the original Ruyu's voice, and the figure that was about to fly forward was firmly restrained by Leng Zongmu. With sore eyes, he just watched the figure get up from the mud and continue to move towards Go through the storm.

Cen Nan only felt that his heart was in a furnace, so hot that it would melt and explode, but his body was like being in a millennium-year-old ice, so cold that his teeth trembled, and his silver teeth could be crushed if he was not careful.

The torment of the two heavens of ice and fire, the legs seemed to bear the weight of the entire previous life, so heavy that every step was difficult, but they could not stop at all.

Only the last five laps left...

With gradually blurred vision, watching that gentle figure walk up the corridor, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised slightly, finally willing to walk out of the torrential rain.

The sky was so dark that it was suffocating, and there was only the last lap left.

Xia Lan looked at the muddy man, his steps were already unstable, but he was still moving forward mechanically, the moisture in his eyes quickly drenched his already damp heart.

"Nan'er"

The familiar gentle call made Cen Nan's eyes, whose consciousness was on the verge of slackening, a little more focused. Looking at the pure white not far away, he rushed over with all his strength.

"Nan'er, Nan'er! Go and call the doctor!"

In the backyard of the palace, people kept coming and going from Cen Nan's room. After an hour, the room finally became quiet.

Xia Lan, who had just changed out of her wet clothes not long ago, just casually scattered her wet black hair behind her shoulders, and hurried back without even taking care of her makeup.

Sitting down in front of the bed, he stretched out his hand to touch Cen Nan's forehead, it was still terribly hot. Although Cen Nan had already drunk the antipyretic decoction prescribed by the doctor, it might take some time for it to take effect.

"Man'er, change the cold handkerchief"

Gently removed the cold kerchief on Cen Nan's forehead, and put on a new one.

Looking at Cen Nan's little face flushed from the high fever, Xia Lan's whole heart tugged together.

With a "squeak", the door opened from the outside, and Leng Zongmu, who had already bathed and changed, stepped in, followed by two maids carrying trays.

Looking at the person with disheveled hair sitting in front of the bed, he sighed softly, walked over, and raised his hand to gently hold Xia Lan's thin shoulders.

"Lan'er, don't worry too much, Nan'er will be fine."

Xia Lan didn't say a word, but her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked at the person lying on the bed distressedly.

"Lan'er was also drenched in the rain just now, I asked someone to cook ginger soup, you can drink some"

Xia Lan shook her head lightly, "No need, I'm fine."

Xia Lan turned her back to Leng Zongmu from the beginning to the end. He knew that she actually blamed her a little bit.

"If Lan'er falls ill, who will take care of Nan'er, what's more, if Nan'er knows that you fell ill because of her, according to her temperament, she will definitely blame herself."

As soon as this remark came out, Xia Lan finally felt a little loose, and Leng Zongmu hurriedly signaled Man'er to bring over the ginger soup on the table with his eyes.

"Lan'er hasn't had lunch yet, let's go and have something to eat."

"Let's put it there first, I'm not hungry yet"

"Lan"

Before Leng Zongmu could finish speaking, Xia Lan interrupted him, "Third brother, there's nothing to do here, you can go back to the barracks."

Xia Lan only left Man'er in the room to wait on her. After changing the cold handkerchief on her forehead again, she took another cold handkerchief and began to wipe Cen Nan's body to cool down.

It's just that when he lifted Cen Nan's skirt and saw those old scars of various colors again, although he had seen it once when he bathed Cen Nan not long ago, he still couldn't help but feel sore eyes.

I won’t have time to take a closer look when I’m taking a bath, but if I look at it now, there are marks as thin as silver needles that seem to be scratched by branches, there are also round wounds like rings that look like bamboo stab wounds, and Many irregular wounds of different depths should be caused by stab wounds on sand and gravel.

Opening up the sleeves, there are marks on the forearm that resemble sharp blade stab wounds. Further up, there are several wounds that look like tooth marks, but they look much bigger than human tooth marks, and they are still Much deeper.

Recalling what Leng Zongmu said before, Xia Lan is almost certain that this should be the tooth marks of a wolf.

Pata~~~ A drop of crystal quickly flowed along the slightly hideous scar on the slender arm to the small palm. As if in response, Cen Nan's right hand moved.

"Nan'er"

Looking up, he found that Cen Nan still had his eyes closed, his brows were frowned quietly, and he kept yelling something.

Xia Lan leaned over and heard the "Mom, Mom..." again and again, with a sad and helpless expression, which broke the hearts of those who heard it.

"Mom, mom... I'm here, where are you?"

Really hating Cen Nan's sad expression, Xia Lan wanted to wake him up.

"Naner, Naner"

It's just that Cen Nan has been burned to the point of confusion, his forehead is covered with fine sweat, and his expression also looks very painful.

Looking at her tightly grasped fingertips, Xia Lan could only comfort her with gentle words over and over again, "Nan'er, Sister Lan is here, Sister Lan is here."

I don't know if it was because of his physical discomfort, or because he had dreamed about something, Cen Nan slowly curled up into a ball, like an abandoned child, helpless and pitiful.

Xia Lan leaned slightly to take off the shoes on her feet, and after lying down on her side, she stretched out her hand gently, and gently hugged Cen Nan into her arms...