overbearing

The few people were only busy working around him, forgetting the person he rescued, and thanks to Zhou Jirong's question, this person was remembered again.

However, the people Yan Huan brought out this time are all smart people, they don't need to wait for orders to know what to do, and they have already invited the only doctor in the town, and they have seen patients who have prescribed prescriptions. Grab the medicine and boil it.

Yan Huan insisted on inviting people over and gave Zhou Jirong a prescription for expelling cold and wind, and also asked people to prepare it.

Zhou Jirong was a little bit disapproving of this, feeling that it was unnecessary.He still remembered the bloody incident after he cut Duan Ningze's ginseng chicken soup and Fang Zhen to share it.I am convinced that moaning without illness is the style of rich and idle people, and if I am not that fate, I don't need to imitate others.After all, although a first-class nosebleed can't kill anyone, it's not just fun to have a nosebleed.

He firmly stated that he would never take medicine indiscriminately when he was not sick!Who will pay if the food is bad?

Who knew that he said this a little too early.The river water was bitterly cold, and he soaked in it for a long time, and then came back wearing wet clothes with the wind blowing all the way, so that at night, he finally developed a low-grade fever.

The medicinal soup, which he thought to be a one-shot for many times, could be regarded as a prophet, so it came in handy.

Zhou Jirong didn't shake his prestige at this moment, his face was flushed red, wrapped in a quilt and frowning, he honestly drank the medicine. Although he himself was not feeling well, he didn't think it was a serious illness at all. He looked up and saw several people staring at his worried expression, waved his hands and said: "Everyone go, go back to sleep with you, such a small illness, I will be fine tomorrow after I wake up from sleep."

Seeing that no one was leaving, Zhou Jirong didn't have the energy to swear, so he sneered and said, "My brother won't let anyone stay in my room. What's the matter if you all stay in my room? What if my brother finds out?" A lot of trouble, don't you all want to move somewhere?"

Apart from Fang Zhen's ignorance, several people present had vaguely heard some rumors. Li Wanhe hesitated for a moment, but was dragged twice by Liu Jingyu privately, so he had to stammer: "Then, the little prince also rests earlier. , if you have something to call, we will be next door." He said goodbye with Liu Jingyu and went out.

Fang Zhen stared at him helplessly, shook his head and said, "Little Marquis, you are so sick that someone will take care of you. I want to stay. I'm not afraid that the emperor will move my place for me."

Zhou Jirong coughed and said, "Of course you are not afraid! You have been longing for you to be released and promoted to be a general! There is almost no one around me, so don't even think about running away."

He was about to drive Fang Zhen out, but Yan Huan was still standing there in a blink of an eye.

Yan Huan is a person who has his own ideas and will not be dismissed casually, and without waiting for Zhou Jirong to speak, he immediately said: "There are no extra beds in other rooms, Fang Zhen and I will make a bed here for one night. After thinking about it, the emperor will not blame him if he knows it. I would like to ask Rong Rong for your convenience, and someone will take care of you if you ask for water at night." He spoke softly, but his attitude was very firm and serious, and he really didn't feel relieved that Zhou Jirong's fever did not subside. A person is watching around.

Zhou Jirong was thinking about finding an excuse to send him out, but seeing the stubbornness in his expression, he was slightly taken aback.After all, he was ill and his mind was so dizzy that he didn't have enough energy to argue about such trivial matters, so he muttered: "Do whatever you want, don't blame me if you get unlucky in the future."

Yan Huan smiled and didn't take it seriously.He and Fang Zhen brought cotton-wool quilts and spread them against the wall.

Zhou Jirong was somewhat lacking in energy, and he was drowsy after taking the medicine, so he didn't care how the two of them arranged.When the two of them cleaned up lightly, he was already wrapped in a quilt and curled up in a ball, sleeping in a daze.

He was originally afraid of the cold, and when he had a fever, he felt cold even more. Yan Huan came over to press the quilt for him, only to hear him say vaguely: "...I, I want to marry a wife..."

Yan Huan didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What? What do you want?"

"...It's so cold... I want to marry a wife to warm the bed..." Zhou Jirong continued to mutter: "After warming the bed, I will sleep on the bed, and my wife will sleep on the floor... Bring me tea and water at night... You need to be smart, beautiful and capable...you have to be obedient...you have to have a lot of valuable dowry..."

Yan Huan: "..."

Yan Huan really made him speechless.According to his request, Yan Huan suddenly felt that His Majesty the Emperor was also in a difficult situation, thinking that today he was worrying about trying to facilitate a happy marriage for Zhou Jirong, it was really not easy.

But after thinking about it, it's not his turn to worry about it. Right now, what he's most worried about is whether Zhou Jirong's illness can really heal overnight as he said.

Both he and Fang Zhen couldn't sleep, they lay down on the floor and murmured a few gossips, and couldn't help looking at Zhou Jirong.I saw Zhou Jirong falling asleep unsteadily, rolling around hugging the quilt.

After all, Yan Huan was restless, and after thinking for a while, he asked Fang Fangzhen to get up and walk out of the room lightly. After a while, the two of them went to the kitchen to get a basin of warm water and came back, while Yan Huan was carrying something in his hand, and walked lightly. He opened a corner of the quilt and wanted to stuff it into the bed.

Zhou Jirong was extremely vigilant, he was still confused, almost instinctively reached out to stop him, and said vaguely: "What is it?"

"The cat raised by the innkeeper, don't worry, the owner will bathe it from time to time, it is very clean and free of fleas. There is nowhere to find you a heater that can be used in the quilt, so you can just use it?"

Yan Huan softened his voice and said softly. He didn't know whether Zhou Jirong didn't hear it or he didn't want to. He tried hard to open his eyes but couldn't open them, but subconsciously pushed Yan Huan out with his hands, and said grumpily: "I, I don't want to Cat!...I want a wife..."

Yan Huan had heard some rumors about Zhou Xiaowang's ups and downs and strange blind dates, and knew how he didn't want to get married.Seeing that he was thinking about wanting a daughter-in-law at this time, it's a pity that what he was thinking about was only the function of warming the bed, and after the bed was warmed, he still had to kick people to sleep on the floor, it couldn't be more frenzied.

Yan Huan didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, so after being silent for a while, he could only coax him: "...This is your wife, come, let her warm your bed..." Taking advantage of Zhou Jirong's slack, he finally put The cat is put under the quilt.

The cat was also honest, got into the quilt and lay down curled up against his insteps. It was so warm that it was indeed like a stove. Although Zhou Jirong felt that there was something wrong with this daughter-in-law, it was much warmer after all, and he no longer resisted. , just worried and said again: "Where is the dowry?"

Yan Huan really didn't know how to answer this question. Fortunately, Zhou Jirong asked this question almost instinctively, and fell asleep again in a daze before he got an answer.