The young master who wears the book, please have mercy [Story of Yanxi Palace]

Erqing immediately realized that she was so close to him that she could even see her own face reflected in his pupils.

It was clearly such a cool night, but her face was so hot that it was almost steaming.

Fu Heng's appearance is very good, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and the grace and luxury born in his bones.

Needless to say about his family background, he was clearly born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he didn't have the frivolity of ordinary rich and noble sons.

Such a good young talent, Man Chaotang can't find another one.

Erqing thought, it was hard for her not to like him.

But he belonged to Yingluo, if she fell in love with him, she would be the one who felt uncomfortable.

The heat on Erqing's face suddenly faded, replaced by the heat in the eye sockets.

She turned her face away, ready to get up from Fu Heng.

However, Fu Heng refused to let her go so easily, no matter how hard she struggled to loosen the hand that was holding her wrist, she couldn't let go.

After a stalemate like this for a while, seeing that Erqing insisted on leaving, he just said: "Erqing, the matter of reconciliation and separation is not allowed to be mentioned again in the future."

Then he let go of her wrist.

Erqing was a little startled, she turned around and looked at him with red eyes without caring about the shame.

She didn't understand why Fu Heng said that, did she feel that she would be responsible if she married her, or what...

Erqing dare not ask.

She has always been courageous and down-to-earth, and she believes that whatever is done is enough.

But when it came to this kind of thing, she began to be cautious, for fear that she would make the other party feel that she was being sentimental.

While hesitating, a bean-sized tear fell from the socket of his eye.

This time it was Fu Heng who was astonished. He never expected Er Qing's reaction to be like this.

Back then she had sacrificed herself many times to fulfill him and Ying Luo, and he thought...she fell in love with him.

Fu Heng reached out to wipe away the tears on Er Qing's cheeks, but she turned her face away.

Er Qing felt that she was so hypocritical and embarrassing, she said in a stubborn voice, "Fu Heng, don't treat me like this in the future."

Don't be so nice to her, so that she won't be in deep trouble, and she can give him back to Yingluo happily.

Taking advantage of Fu Heng's release of her wrist, Er Qing hurriedly stood up from the deck and slipped into the room.

Probably because of the cold wind blowing on the deck that night, and my body is not suitable for sailing.

From that day on Erqing fell ill, she had a high fever and was seasick, she slept all day long and was so sick that she seldom drank soup.

Fu Heng sent someone to move the table to Erqing's bedside, and took care of her while looking at the official documents.

Mei'er came in from the ship's gallery with medicine and saw Fu Heng resting on the desk holding Er Qing's hand.

She couldn't help shaking her head and sighing slightly, the uncle has not even left the lady's bed for the past few days, he clearly wants to review the official duties on the other side of Shanxi first, and he does not take care of the lady.

The uncle's affection for the young lady is probably the only one in this world that the young lady doesn't understand.

"Mom..." Er Qing suddenly called out while lying on the bed.

Although the sound was very low, Fu Heng woke up abruptly from his sleep to check on her condition, seeing her eyes were closed but she was just talking in her sleep.

He listened carefully and only heard the word "Mom".

Hearing footsteps behind him again, Fu Heng raised his head and saw that Meier was holding the medicine, and reached out to bring the medicine bowl.

Mei'er hastily helped Erqing half up from the bed, so that he could feed the medicine conveniently.

Fu Heng picked up the spoon and took a sip to make sure the temperature was just right, then slowly fed the medicine into Erqing's lips spoon by spoon.

Just after feeding a few mouthfuls, Erqing spit it all out at once.

The mattress covering her body was soaked in the liquid medicine, Fu Heng handed the medicine bowl to Meier and told her to change to a new mattress, while he picked Er Qing up and wrapped her in a cloak and carried her into his room.

Er Qing huddled in Fu Heng's arms, her brows were frowned as if she was enduring great pain.

She reached out and grabbed Fu Heng's skirt tightly, sobbing softly.

Fu Heng put her on the bed, but she refused to let go of her hand.

He had no choice but to just like her, and simply half-lyed beside her.

Erqing fell into a drowsy sleep, and she felt as if she was lying on a small boat, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire that almost melted her, and turned into a frozen lake in an instant, as cold as if she was about to drop ice scum.

She was lying alone on the leaf, bumping and tossing, dizzy and nauseous, almost wanting to vomit her entire stomach out.

Erqing cried aloud, tears wet Fu Heng's skirt.

She sobbed softly, "I'm homesick, I want to go home...I want to go home."

Fu Heng gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, "It's my fault that I tricked you here. When you recover from illness, I will send someone to escort you back."

Er Qing opened her eyes for the first time, and her eyes were as red as a rabbit, filled with crystal tears and murmured: "You don't understand, I can't go back, I can't go back."

Fu Heng didn't understand the meaning of her words, and misunderstood it into other meanings, and couldn't help but tighten his heart, "No, your illness will definitely recover."

"Look, you really don't understand." Erqing cried and endured a lot of pain, "I don't want to be Erqing, and I don't want to get involved in your relationship with Yingluo, I just want to go home... you Do you understand? This is not my home, this is not my home anywhere, I can't go back, I can't go back..."

Fu Heng leaned her on his shoulder and said in a low voice: "Erqing, when you recover from illness, I will support you in whatever you want. If you want to go home, you can go home, if you want to get back together, you can get back together. In front of me, I turned a blind eye. Just... don't scare me like this."

Er Qing in her arms was silent, Fu Heng hurriedly checked, and felt relieved when she saw that she had just fallen asleep again in a drowsy state.

In this way, she was ill for more than half a month, and the imperial doctor on board used mild decoction to recuperate her. Erqing's illness gradually improved a few days before arriving in Shanxi.

The high fever subsided, and the time to wake up was getting longer and longer.

Erqing woke up from her sleep, and saw Fu Heng leaning on the bed and looking at the official documents.

Fearing that the light would disturb her, only one lamp was lit.

Although she was sick and groggy, she still knew the things around her.

Er Qing's heart warmed, she half sat up on the bed, and put the cloak covered by the quilt on Fu Heng's shoulders.

Hearing the movement, Fu Heng hurriedly turned his head and looked over, seeing that Er Qing's eyes were clear even though she had lost a lot, knowing that she was almost ready, Fang felt at ease.

Er Qing glanced at the window lattice, the moon was already high, she reached out and took away the official document in his hand, "It's getting dark, why don't you rest?"

Seeing that she recovered from her illness, Fu Heng was very happy to let her do everything, "Okay, I'll go to rest now."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Er Qing was suddenly a little bit reluctant, "Shall I see you off?"

Fu Heng was taken aback for a moment, and Er Qing also felt that she had slipped her tongue. He was just next door...what can I give you?

But he never expected Fu Heng to say "yes".

Erqing sent Fu Heng to the door of the room, saw that he was about to open the door and go out, but saw that he hesitated for a moment and then turned around as if he had made up his mind, "My quilt is the medicine you spit out." Got wet."

Before Erqing could respond, Fu Heng added solemnly: "Almost all the quilts you and I have are hung in the room to dry, and the only good bed left is yours."

"Eh?" Er Qing's eyes widened, and she didn't know how to turn her head when she was just awake.

So... is Fu Heng going to ask her to pay for his quilt now?

"so……"

Fu Heng said word by word: "I'm afraid I will stay tonight."