After being married by the emperor

It wasn't until it was time for the funeral that He Nanchao woke Mu Qingcheng up.

After a good night's sleep, Mu Qingcheng felt much more energetic. He got up from the bed and tidied his clothes, then left the room with He Nanchao and went to the mourning hall.

After all the relatives were in place, everything was packed and ready, and the eight strong men responsible for carrying the coffin lifted the heavy mahogany coffin.

The drummer blew the suona, and the tragic suona sounded, and there was a burst of crying. The sound was so sad that it made people cry.

The paper money and paper flowers were scattered with the wind, the sky was dark and gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain, as if the god couldn't help crying for the dead.

The funeral procession walked very slowly. It took about two hours to walk from the general's mansion to the He family's ancestral grave.

With a sound of "Put in the ground, it's safe", the coffin was put into the dug pit, and then began to pour soil into it for burial.

At this time, the sky began to rain lightly, and the rain hit the face and mixed with the tears, flowing down the cheeks.

Summer clothes are relatively thin, and soon everyone's clothes and shoulders are wet.

He Nanchao embraced Mu Qingcheng in his arms, protecting him from the rain.

Mu Qingcheng thought that this was not good, so he struggled for a while, but He Nanchao held him with great strength, and his struggle was meaningless, just like a little splash on the lake, which could not make any waves.

He Nanchao asked, "What's the matter, madam?"

Mu Qingcheng whispered: "Grandma is being buried, it's not good for you to put your arms around my shoulders like this..."

He Nanchao said: "It's not a problem, the main reason is that it's raining. Although the rain is not heavy, it will easily catch a cold if you get wet for a long time. I'm strong, and it's fine if I get a little rain, but Ma'am, you can't get caught in the rain." ."

He Nanchao did this out of concern, but Mu Qingcheng still felt that this was inappropriate, he said: "Nanchao, I know you love me, but I am not a delicate woman, my mother, aunt, and other female relatives can get wet in the rain. As a man, there is nothing I can't do, and besides, there are so many people here today, and I will be gossiped later."

Although Mu Qingcheng never cared about other people's gossip, but today is not an ordinary day. Over there, grandma is being buried, and here he and He Nanchao are cuddling and chatting, which is not very good.

Of course, He Nanchao didn't care whether others gossip or not, but seeing that Mu Qingcheng's attitude was firm, he didn't say anything else, and honestly let Mu Qingcheng go.

There was nothing else to do afterwards. After the coffin was buried, the rain gradually became heavier. The remaining steps were also simple. After the speed was fixed, they began to return to the city.

However, the light rain had turned into a torrential rain before he even reached the general's mansion, and everyone was drenched thoroughly, becoming drowned.

He Yuan and Yin Xiao hurriedly arranged for everyone to go to the room to take off their wet clothes and put on dry clothes. The tables and stools in the yard had also been moved to the house. Fortunately, the General's Mansion is large enough and there is more space in the room. , enough for a banquet.

He Nanchao and Mu Qingcheng also went back to their room and changed their clothes. The moment they took off their wet clothes, Mu Qingcheng's body trembled subconsciously.

Although it is already summer, the temperature has dropped a lot because of the cloudy and rainy days, and it is really cold after the rain.

He Nanchao hurriedly took out a dry blanket from the closet and wrapped Mu Qingcheng around his body, and then slowly dried the rainwater from his hair, but the hair was already wet and wouldn't be able to dry for a while.

He was worried that Mu Qingcheng would catch a cold because of this, so he hurriedly held the long hair that was not dripping much water in his hands, then used his internal energy to generate heat, and slowly dried the hair.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the hair was already half dry. Mu Qingcheng looked curious, and he asked, "Is this done? It's amazing!"

He Nanchao was so cute by his wife's little expression, he couldn't help but rubbed Mu Qingcheng's hair, and said, "How about it, do you think your husband and I are very powerful?"

"Yes, yes, you are the best!" Mu Qingcheng praised He Nanchao, but his expression was slightly disgusted.

He Nanchao smiled, then lowered his head and kissed Mu Qingcheng's forehead, and said. "Hurry up and change your clothes, let's go out."

Mu Qingcheng nodded.

When the two came to the front hall, most of the other guests had already changed their clothes, and the kitchen had prepared meals, and the hot end was served, which was extra warm to eat in this cold weather.

After the banquet, He Nanchao arranged for the guests who lived in the capital to be sent home. Other distant relatives who came back from other places had to wait for the weather to clear before they could go home. Anyway, the General's Mansion had a lot of rooms.

But the heavy rain didn't stop for several days, and Mu Qingcheng also fell ill after Madam He's funeral.

The imperial physician in the palace came to make a diagnosis, and said that it was raining and caught a cold, and prescribed a prescription, saying that after taking it for a few days, it would get better after getting rid of the cold.

However, after taking the medicine for two days, there was no sign of any improvement. The imperial doctor came to see him again, and he still said that it was just a fever. As for why the high fever did not subside, he couldn't tell the reason, so he had to change the prescription.

Two days after drinking the new prescription, Mu Qingcheng's condition improved slightly, but the fever still hadn't completely subsided, and she hadn't fully woken up yet, and she was always in a state of unconsciousness and dizziness.

He Nanchao looked at Mu Qingcheng who was lying on the bed, his face was flushed, his whole body was hot and hot, and he was wearing heavy breathing clothes.

The person is also half awake, and his consciousness is very fuzzy. He is distressed and hasn't rested for several days.

I couldn't eat or sleep, and I was much haggard.

Li Yangxi and Bai Shui Mo looked at each other, and then said to He Nanchao: "General, or else you should go to the next room to rest, Mo Mo and I are here."

Chu Yan and Tang Xingshi also came over to persuade He Nanchao to go to the next room to take a rest, otherwise Mu Qingcheng would collapse before Mu Qingcheng woke up.

He Nanchao shook his head lightly, and said with a tired expression: "I am also very tired, but Cheng'er has a high fever and is not awake, so I can't lie down and rest in peace."

He could only hold on until Mu Qingcheng completely recovered.

Bai Shuimo said: "I don't know what happened to Qingcheng. Ever since Grandma He's funeral was over that day, she has been ill. Although Aunt He also caught a cold and had a fever that day, she only recovered after lying down for two days. , why does the capital have a high fever all the time? Could it be that he bumped into something dirty?"

Li Yangxi pondered for a while... and said: "It's very possible that places like the ancestral graves are full of graves, and there are other people's ancestral graves nearby. It may be that they accidentally bumped into something when they came back."

"Zibuyu is strange." Chu Zhuan said, "I think Qingcheng just has a fever. It may be because of the heavy rain that day and his weak constitution, which is why he has been sick for so long. Maybe the heavy rain will stop. He's going to be fine."

Bai Shui Mo said: "It's not as simple as you said, and this kind of thing is better to be believed than not to be believed, so I think it's better to invite a Taoist priest to take a look."

Li Yangxi said: "I know a Taoist priest who is smarter and more capable. He lives in the east of the city."

"Ninth Prince, are you talking about the Taoist priest surnamed Zhang?" Liu Yi said, "I have also heard the name of this Taoist priest Zhang, and I heard that he has a special spirit of exorcising evil spirits."

Chu Tran looked at them helplessly and said, "Most of these are charlatans, and there is no truth to it. Old Tang, you should also persuade them."

Tang Xingshi said lightly: "It's okay to invite a Taoist priest, just ask for peace of mind."

Chu Yan rolled his eyelids, his expression was very helpless, they were arguing over the question of "whether or not to invite the Taoist priest to see Mu Qingcheng's condition".

He Nanchao frowned when he heard the quarrels of the crowd, and finally yelled out of control, "Shut up, all of you! If you want to quarrel, get out!"

He Nanchao got angry, it was not ordinary horror, if those eyes that seemed to want to kill people were on the battlefield, ordinary little people would have been scared to death.

Chu Yan and Tang Xingshi subconsciously shook their bodies, as if they had seen Ghost Gianchou and the King of Hades who were bloody killing the enemy on the field.

It was the first time Li Yangxi, Bai Shuimo and the others saw He Nanchao get so angry, they were all taken aback, and it took them a long time to react.

Chu Tran flirted with them, made a gesture, and then everyone walked out together.

The room fell silent for a moment.

He Nanchao rubbed the center of his brows and let out a long sigh. This group of people was really too noisy. It was the first time that he didn't like excitement so much and liked quietness.

He stretched out his hand to touch Mu Qingcheng's forehead, the touch under his hands was still warm, and his body temperature was still a little high, but it was much better than yesterday.

He Nanchao's brows were full of sorrow, it had been four or five days, and Mu Qingcheng, who was lying unconscious on the bed, couldn't eat well, and he lost a lot of weight.

"Ma'am, when are you going to wake up?"

He Nanchao was very distressed, his whole heart was clenched together, and he prayed for his little son to get well soon in his heart all the time.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a slight moan, and then he instantly woke up

"lady?"

He Nanchao looked nervously at Mu Qingcheng's face, and then he saw the thick long eyelashes move, and his eyes slowly opened.

Mu Qingcheng felt that he was very weak and had no strength in his body. After blinking his eyes twice, he slowly turned his head to look at He Nanchao who was sitting beside the bed.

Seeing his concerned and worried face, he parted the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

He said weakly, "Nan Chao, don't worry, I'm fine."

Although his consciousness has been fuzzy these past few days and he has been in an unconscious state, he still knows what happened around him.

For example, He Nanchao, who was waiting by his side day and night, heard Chu Yan and Li Yangxi persuade He Nanchao to go to rest. He also heard He Nanchao whispering all kinds of gentle words in his ears, hoping that If you can get better soon.

He has always been quite repulsive to He Nanchao, because he was forced to agree to this marriage, and he is also powerless to resist He Nanchao's entanglement, so he has always had a rebellious mentality.

He always felt that the reason why He Nanchao liked him so much was because of his appearance. After all, there was a saying that the so-called love at first sight was just love at first sight.

But this time when he was sick, he was lying on the bed weakly, but he really felt He Nanchao's patience and tenderness towards him, his kindness and care for him.

Feeling that He Nanchao is sincere to him, maybe he can try to accept He Nanchao from his heart, try to like He Nanchao.

Anyway, he can't choose other people in this life. He struggled for so long before, but he figured it out at this moment.