Outside the window, the sun was just right, falling into the room through the gap, and it happened to be on the girl. She stood in the backlight, fell down her eyes sadly, and nodded reluctantly.

The husband sorted out the medicine box and stepped out of the threshold with the girl one after another, which attracted the guards in front of the door to look at each other.

Then there was a whispering sound:

"Who are the two people whom General Zhao Fu found?"

"What do you care about so much? I think their identities are not simple, and they are not something you and I can talk about."

"I just said a word. The little maid next to the doctor made soup, which was really delicious. I wonder who would be lucky enough to marry her in the future?"

"Shh. You will talk about these gossips when you return to the army. Be careful to let them hear them. If the general knows it, it will definitely be dealt with by thirty military sticks."

"Oh oh oh, can't you stop talking?!"

Although the soldiers guarding the gate had pressed their voices to the lowest point, they still clearly fell into the ears of the husband and the girl.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly and helplessly. Especially the girl, her expression was very depressed.

The girl was Jiang Chengjia who fled from the capital a few days ago and went through a lot of hardships to the north. The young man walking in front of her was Nian Qian, a doctor who was close to Jiang Chengjia, who was ordered by Mu Yun to serve Nian Qian.

They had been in the prefect's mansion for a while and had a relationship with Zhuying and Zhao Fu. They finally got the opportunity to enter the southern hospital to take care of Ning Nanyou, who was unconscious, but they did not expect that his injuries were far more serious than they thought. Nian Qian had never seen such a complex disease. It took two or three days to explore the pharmacy. Jiang Chengjia was also not very happy. Because of his worry, he couldn't eat or sleep, and he lost weight.

Zhuying, Fufeng and others who lived and served each other, saw her like this, were all full of sorrow and in a complicated mood.

The master and servant lived in a remote small courtyard on the west side of the prefect's mansion, but they had no connection with the rest of the mansion and were quite pure. In order to cover up their eyes and cover their identities, Jiang Chengjia disguised himself as a maid who was with Nian Qian, and went to the south courtyard with him to take care of Ning Nanyou. However, because the girl's outstanding temperament and outstanding figure, there were many rumors, all of which were gossiping about their identities.

Jiang Chengjia listened to these words and took them as if they were in front of her ears and didn't care.

However, recently, the temporary manager in the prefect's office found out where the new doctor's maid was found. She was very good at cooking, so she came to visit the West Courtyard and sincerely asked Jiang Chengjia to make a delicious meal for the generals.

Due to the battle situation inside and outside the city, the generals who led the war were in anxiety all day long, and there were already many solar eclipses. The person in charge of the affairs spoke sincerely. Seeing the depressed and silentness of the prefect's mansion, Jiang Chengjia softened his heart, washed his hands and made soup by himself, mobilized all the men to make delicious meals for the entire army.

It is precisely because of this that there are now chaos in the prefect's mansion, and there are more people who guess her identity. There are also a hundred times more people coming to the West Courtyard to find out the news. They are about to leave the South Courtyard, and just bypass the screen wall of the West Courtyard, they hear a serene voice from outside. The maids and servants in the mansion quietly approached and looked into the courtyard curiously.

Jiang Chengjia frowned and looked up at the candle shadow and breeze standing in the yard holding a sword. After a moment of gesture, the two of them immediately rushed out, rushed to the screen wall, drove away the people around them, shouted and spoke sharply.

Nian Qian hurried into the house, and Jiang Chengjia ran in with him.

The door of the hall was closed, and the master and servant sat around the table. Nian Qian followed the pre-developed prescription and weighed the medicine in various medicine grids, trying to boil it and make pills or soup.

Jiang Chengjiajie sat beside him, flipping through various recipes circulating among the people, and continuing to study the medicinal food that suppresses the qi of fire and cold and blood damage in combination with ancient medical books.

These days passed day after day.

Jiang Chengjia secretly begged Zhao Fu in private and asked him to allow him to stay in the southern courtyard to take care of the unconscious man. Although Zhao Fu was worried about her physical condition, she was even more anxious about Ning Nanyou's illness, and could not bear to refuse her plea to take the rain, so she had to agree.

He tried hard to mediate, and finally got Chenggeya to agree to the matter.

So, Jiang Chengjia was ecstatic to prepare for a change of clothes, happily moved into the South Courtyard, and stayed by Ning Nanyou's side.

The husband on the bed breathed lightly and his face was pale. His sleep for many days had made him look thin. Jiang Chengjia was heartbroken and wrung out the wet wipes in his hand, wiped his body. As he looked, he couldn't help crying.

She had never seen him as thin as this, which was heartbreaking and suffocating.

Jiang Chengjia endured his ups and downs and took good care of him. Nian Qian entered the house three times a day and sent cooked soups and pills to clear heat and remove heat, and he was feeding them to Ning Nanyou unremittingly. Under their meticulous care, gradually, the man on the bed subsided and his pulse gradually stabilized. He died of illness and gradually improved. He slowly showed signs of awakening when he was seriously ill.

One day, Jiang Chengjia wiped and cleaned his body as usual. He was bent over and suddenly his wrist was held by a cold and bone-bone hand. The hand was as cold as frost, very skinny. The girl was stunned, shocked and turned her head tremblingly and looked at Ning Nanyou. The man, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, was looking at her quietly. She couldn't help it immediately, and tears fell down, sliding on the face towel, wet.

The husband said hoarsely: "Who are you?"

After a serious illness, he was terrible thin, his eye sockets sank deeply, and his lips were covered with stubble. He described it as bad, and his eyes were dull and dull. He did not recognize who the girl in front of him was for a while.

Jiang Chengjia was so excited that he didn't know how to speak. He grabbed one hand and covered his lips with the other hand, sobbing faintly. In fact, she could break free from Ning Nanyou's hand with just a slight move, but she felt very distressed and let him hold it. She silently for a long time and couldn't speak.

The Lang Jun's eyes continued to be dull, as if he had not reacted yet, and he stared at the girl blankly.

The two of them looked at each other and were silent for a long time. Finally, Jiang Chengjia pulled down the mask covering her face and collapsed and cried: "It's me. Erlang. It's me, I'm A Luo."

The husband was stunned, his black pupils tightened, and he stared at her tightly, silently. He was silent for a long time, opened his lips and shouted softly, word by word: "Ah, Luo?"
Chapter completed!