That night, Chen Xian tossed and turned again and couldn't fall asleep.

I don’t know what Jiang Ci has encountered. She is particularly afraid of the darkness and even needs to light the light when sleeping at night. He doesn’t care much about sleeping, so he just depends on her.

Seeing that she was not honest in sleeping, she kicked the cloth quilt and got up to cover her kindly. When she accidentally saw her clothes dispersed, she ran to the yard to make herself feel cold. Seeing that it was almost dawn, she had no intention of sleeping anymore, so she became a wise man and went to the kitchen to work.

Jiang Ci slept peacefully, and he never even had a dream, and slept until dawn all night.

When I woke up, I saw a ray of morning light quietly passing through the window frame, divided into beams of light by square panes, and projected down. There was dust dancing in the beam, which looked very warm and peaceful.

Jiang Ci's lips subconsciously raised upwards, showing a satisfied smile. Even if he has no memory, he can live a quiet life like this with his husband for the rest of his life.

"Ameng, you're awake, wash up and try the soup dumplings I made for you."

While speaking, Chen Xian walked in with the steaming millet porridge and Guan Tangxiao. When he walked past the beam, the light shone on his face and body, it was bright and dark.

Jiang Ci stretched out his long and stretched his waist and looked at him with a smile: "Can I save the people in my previous life?"

Chen Xian was stunned and looked at her in confusion.

She smiled again and said, "Otherwise, how could you get such a peerless and good husband like you, and the key is that you can cook good food."

Chen Xian was stunned again, his face changed slightly. He put the long plate in his hand on the table and laughed: "Ameng, you are really good at joking. How could I be as good as you said."

"I said it's OK, it's OK." Jiang Ci jumped off the bed as he said, and walked happily in front of him with his shoes. He naturally put his hand on his shoulder and praised, "All the men in this world are not as good as my husband."

Chen Xian suddenly felt ashamed by her rainbow fart. He didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why, husband, you will be ashamed..." Jiang Ci now looked like a piece of white paper. But what he thought, she stretched out her index finger and hooked his chin, and laughed jokingly, "Let me see, husband is blushing?"

Chen Xian looked up and met her smiling eyes, and felt her face burning: "Ameng, you have become more and more bold and indulgent recently."

"Husband, you really blushed."

"Where did you blush?"

"Ah!" Jiang Ci suddenly moved his hand to his forehead and exclaimed, "It's true that I'm not blushing. Husband, your forehead is so hot, hurry up! Lying down quickly and let me take a look for you."

After saying that, Jiang Ci dragged him and lie down on the bed, then sat quietly beside the bed to take his pulse. After a while, she shook her head and said to herself, "No, I saw that I was cured yesterday, why is the disease getting worse today?"

“…”

He couldn't tell her that he was deceived by beauty yesterday and took a shower.

He simply pretended to be incomprehensible and closed his eyes.

"Oh--" Jiang Ci sighed with a blaming voice, and developed self-doubt, "I'm afraid I'm not good at medical skills. I'm not a quack doctor, right?"

Chen Xian was afraid that she would be hit and was not confident. He immediately opened his eyes and encouraged him: "Ameng, you have a good medical skills, how could you be a quack doctor?"

As he said that, he thought for a while, and looked out the window, "I blame me. Last night, I saw that the moon was so beautiful, so I went out to enjoy the moon. Maybe I... suffered from the cold again."

Jiang Cixin thought it was true: "It's almost November and it's cold at night, so it's not accurate next time."

"……oh."

"Okay, I'll prescribe a prescription, so let Chai'er come back to get the medicine."

"Slow down!" Just as Jiang Ci got up and was about to leave, Chen Xian suddenly grabbed her wrist, "I'm fine, you can use breakfast first."

"But……"

"No, but it's not delicious if the soup dumplings are cold."

"All right!"

It was not easy to dispel her husband's wishes, so she got up and washed up briefly, then sat at the table and ate the soup buns. As she ate, tears flowed down her eyes.

Chen Xian saw her crying and said strangely: "Okay, A Meng, why are you crying? Is it so hard that I made the soup dumplings that I couldn't eat?"

Jiang Ci shook his head with tears in his eyes, and his mouth was still holding the unswallowed buns in his mouth: "No, husband, you are so virtuous, you are so ill, and you cook breakfast for me. You are also so delicious. I think, except husband, no one in the world treats me as good as I am."

Chen Xian was stunned, and an indescribable feeling of sorrow surged in his heart.

If one day A Meng knew the truth, she would definitely hate herself!

...

In the blink of an eye, three days passed again.

During the past three days, Jiang Ci saw that Chen Xian was seriously ill and did not dare to go out. He just prescribed a prescription and asked Lei Zi to get medicine. She originally wanted to assign Chai'er to go there, but after taking Chen Xian's soup bun that day, she found that Chai'er was missing.

Chen Xian said: "It's because they are too lenient, but they can make the subordinates more and more arrogant. They will repeatedly and repeatedly try to drive away their master. If such a slave is not allowed, he will drive Chai'er away."

After hearing this, Jiang Ci didn't know what it felt like.

In theory, Chen Xian did it right, Chai'er did not look like a servant, but for some reason, the pissed goldfish left,

She was a little uncomfortable.

Could it be that she has a tendency to abuse herself and likes to be stabbed?
Chapter completed!