The little lady of the Hou's Mansion who traveled through time

Back in my yard, the charcoal fire in the house is flourishing, making the room as warm as spring.

Shen Yinghan didn't fall asleep, he sat by the charcoal stove and waited for Song Sijun to come back.Hearing the footsteps outside, he looked towards the door, and seeing Song Sijun who was poking his head in, he couldn't help showing a little smile, and asked softly, "Are you back?"

Song Sijun smiled and hummed, and then asked, "Is Lord Hou waiting for me?"

Shen Yinghan didn't answer, but blushed, and changed the subject: "Have you had dinner?"

Looking at Shen Yinghan, Song Sijun felt like a bird that had been flying in the sky for a long time, and finally found a foothold in Shen Yinghan, giving him a feeling that someone at home is waiting for me.

The irritability and malice in his heart because of the Song family matter seemed to be unimportant the moment he saw Shen Yinghan.

"Have the Song family's affairs been dealt with?"

Song Sijun nodded, but Shen Yinghan didn't keep asking.

He cared, but he didn't interfere too much, and he did everything just right.

Song Sijun felt that people like Shen Yinghan seemed to grow up according to his favorite type.

Song Sijun said: "When I came back just now, I met the emperor and uncle at the door."

Hearing this, Shen Yinghan didn't seem surprised, and asked as if he was used to it: "Is it uncle who sent uncle back?"

Song Sijun nodded.

Shen Yinghan said with a bit of a smile, "It's snowing heavily tonight, and it's freezing cold. I guess uncle is worried about uncle coming back alone." He looked up at Song Sijun, seeing the other party's hesitant expression, he guessed Seeing what Song Sijun was thinking, "Have you seen the relationship between Uncle and Uncle?"

"It's just a guess...you won't be surprised if it's better."

Shen Yinghan shook his head slightly, "Everyone in the family can see the matter of uncle and uncle, but for some reason, both of them are reluctant to speak out. In fact, I hope they can be together." Both of them are elders he respects, if they can Supporting each other, he can also feel at ease.

But this kind of thing is not in his hands.

Song Sijun at the side let out an oh, and after taking off the cloak on his body, he suddenly asked: "If the emperor and Xiangye get married, what will you call them in the future?"

This question immediately stumped Shen Yinghan.

At this time, the servant girl came in with a hot meal.

Afterwards, the two had dinner together, washed up and went to bed.

Now the two of them are used to sharing the same bed, and in addition to the cold weather in winter, Song Sijun did not propose to sleep in separate beds for the convenience of taking care of Shen Yinghan.

Before going to bed, Song Sijun specially massaged Shen Yinghan's hands and legs.

There is no major problem with Shen Yinghan's legs, but his body is too weak to stand and walk for a long time, so he usually sits in a wheelchair.

In order to avoid muscle atrophy in Shen Yinghan's legs due to lack of exercise, Song Sijun massaged his legs almost every day.

In the middle of the night, Song Sijun was sleepy and heard a series of coughing sounds, and saw Shen Yinghan sitting up from the bed, stumbling to fetch water.

Song Sijun woke up suddenly, "I'm coming!"

He quickly got up and poured tea for Shen Yinghan.

The tea was warmed by the stove, Song Sijun still took a sip worriedly, and only passed it to Shen Yinghan after confirming that it was warm.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Shen Yinghan drank a few sips of water, suppressed a few coughs, and then said: "It's just a sip of water, why wake you up."

Song Sijun was helpless, "Actually, it's nothing."

Shen Yinghan looked at him, stretched out his hand and stroked his head, "But you said that children can only grow taller if they sleep well."

Song Sijun: ...

The two lay down again, but neither could fall asleep.

In the silent night, only Shen Yinghan's uncontrollable cough could be heard.

Once or twice, and then a series of sounds, Song Sijun felt uncomfortable while listening.

The medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor has been taken for several days, but after all, it is different from the purified modern medicine, and the effect is very slow.

Song Sijun wondered if the medicine would be more effective if it was purified.

Just when he was thinking about how to purify, Shen Yinghan suddenly sighed softly, said with a bit of helplessness and compromise: "There will be a few more children tomorrow, you choose one."

Song Sijun was slightly stunned, and then realized that the other party asked him to choose an adoptive child among those children.

During this period, every few days, these children will be brought over and Song Sijun will be asked to choose the one he likes.

Song Sijun didn't want to bring an oil bottle, so he always refused because he didn't have a good relationship, and Shen Yinghan also followed him.

Shen Yinghan continued: "Choose one as soon as possible, and only by being with him can we have feelings." He turned sideways to Song Sijun, with reluctance and pity in his eyes, "I don't know how long I can last, the only one who is worried now is you. "

"Hou Ye..." My mind was numb, filled with emotions, but I didn't know where to start.

Shen Yinghan stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, wiped the corners of his eyes lightly with his thumb, and laughed in a low voice, as if trying to coax a child, "Sure enough, the child can't stay up late, she's so sleepy that she sheds tears."

Song Sijun: "It's not a child."

"Okay, not a child. Sleep. Otherwise you won't grow taller."

"..."

Song Sijun didn't like the smell of traditional Chinese medicine before, but he didn't know when, when he smelled the medicine on Shen Yinghan's body, he would feel at ease.