Lan Keman also laughed together. This heartfelt laughter seemed to have not happened for a long time. In the past few days when her mother was ill, Lan Keman understood what it means to live like a year, what it means to be deeply affectionate between husband and wife, what it means to

Guilt and worry.

Everyone in the Lan family finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Their kind-hearted, slightly cute and naughty mistress finally woke up...

Lan Keman was already physically exhausted from taking care of her mother this time. Coupled with the psychological guilt, this feeling of fatigue was aggravated. So on the night when her mother completely recovered, Lan Keman only felt sleepy and sore all over.

So I rested on the couch, thinking that I could finally have a good and comfortable sleep. I must sleep until three o'clock in the morning tomorrow, no, I will get up at five o'clock in the morning. Anyway, there is still a holiday given by Zhuang Xuexue.

For two days, Lan Keman didn't want to do anything in these two days, and she didn't want to make up for her schoolwork. She just wanted to sleep lazily for two days without anyone waking up.

The night is as cool as water, and the Milky Way is leaking. Under the cedar tree outside Lan Keman's window, a man is standing happily wrapped in a white gown with ink flowers. Looking at Lan Keman's window, his eyes are filled with a ray of starlight across the water.

Ling Xingyue's lapel was covered with frost, and her eyes were full of broken crystals. She finally saw Man'er's pretty and slightly pale smiling face again. Ling Xingyue's heart was filled with passion, and her emotions jumped. A relieved smile unconsciously overflowed from the corner of her mouth, fading into the dusk.

Can't be found again.

The next day, Ling Xingyue had just started morning class at the Homesick School when she suddenly raised her hand to signal Zhuang Xuexu. When Zhuang Xuexu looked up and saw him, he asked him to stand up and answer. However, Ling Xingyue walked up to Zhuang Xuexu, trembling slightly, and raised her forehead.

After handing it over at once, Zhuang Xuexuan was stunned and asked in surprise:

"Ling Xingyue, Little Prince Ling, what are you doing?!"

Ling Xingyue stretched out a palm, with five white and slender fingers, with distinct joints, and grabbed Zhuang Xuexue's right hand holding the pen, which scared Zhuang Xuexue. Before Zhuang Xuexue got angry, he quickly put that hand away.

On his forehead, he said with great pain:

"Xuetu Zhuang, I have a high fever. Can you touch my forehead? I may need to go home to recuperate! Cough cough cough!"

After Ling Xingyue finished speaking, she immediately coughed violently and violently for a while. Anyone who heard the coughing sound felt like they were hoarse, and the cold was very serious.

Several students in class below immediately covered their mouths and noses, fearing that Ling Xingyue's cough would be transmitted to them. Zhuang Xuexue didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his palm and carefully touched Ling Xingyue's forehead for a long time. After a long time, he looked strange.

said:

"You do have a fever, but why is your fever so high? You don't feel like you're about to faint, do you?"

Ling Xingyue murmured in her heart:

"It turns out that I accidentally consumed too much spiritual power. Did my body temperature rise too high?"

Busy and serious, he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, but his palm was also hot, and Ling Xingyue couldn't tell whether he had a "high fever" or not.

But I couldn't care about that much at the moment, so I hurriedly sent Zhuang Xuexue's palm back respectfully, and subconsciously stuffed the brush he just held into his palm, saying "cough, cough, cough" incessantly.

The scholar Zhuang looked like he was about to faint, and his voice was slightly hoarse:

"Xuexu Zhuang, cough, cough, cough, I feel like I'm about to faint. I'm afraid I have to go back home immediately for medical treatment and recuperation. I'm sorry, Xuexue Zhuang, student Ling Xingyue needs to take a day off from you to go back home... go back home to rest...

…take a break……"

Seeing Ling Xingyue suddenly look like he was about to die, Zhuang Xuexiu was shocked. It would be disrespectful for this little prince to fall ill in his own school again. He quickly stood up to support him and asked

:

"Are you really okay? Little Prince Ling? If you really can't, ask two people to take you back to your home?!"

When Ling Xingyue heard this, she thought:

"Oh, grandma, am I pretending too much again?"

He quickly gathered some energy and said with all his strength:

"Xuetu Zhuang, don't bother everyone with class. I'm fine. There's no problem walking by myself. There's a royal carriage at the door. You don't have to worry about me at all. You can just go to class! I'll leave now, and I won't leave the book box either.

It’s tidied up. Let’s tidy it up next time! I won’t disturb Xuexue Zhuang’s teaching!”

After speaking, without waiting for Zhuang Xuexue's reply, Ling Xingyue hurriedly walked around the screen with a slightly steady but slightly staggering step, a little calm and a little floating, and walked towards the gate of Sijia Academy somewhat crookedly.

Zhuang Xuexue always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was abnormal. He shook his head randomly and told the students below:

"Although it is still spring now, the spring cold is coming, and the late spring cold is still very serious. Do you all know that all students should dress warmly and walk steadily?"

All the students hurriedly answered:

"Know!"

…

Ling Xingyue listened to the sounds in the school fading away. She turned around the corner of the room, looked back and saw that there was no one behind her, and the school could no longer be seen. She immediately straightened up, with a joking smile on her face, quickened her pace, and headed towards the door.

The carriage goes off.

Because there were still two days of Lan Keman's holiday, Ling Xingyue had not been alone with He Lan Keman for many days. He missed that girl very much, so he thought of using it.

The method of using spiritual power to raise one's body temperature can make Zhuang Xuexue think that he has a fever and take a day off for himself. Ling Xingyue is going to visit Lan Keman. He can't wait to see her, even if he just has a word with her.

That’s fine.

Fortunately, there were no thermometers in this dynasty, otherwise Mr. Zhuang tremblingly took out a mercury thermometer. Since you, Ling Xingyue, have a fever, let's try to ask questions quickly. At that time, Ling Xingyue really had eight mouths on his body.

I can't explain why I can still talk and walk even though I have a fever reaching over 50 degrees Celsius. This kind of physique is really rare in the world.

Thinking of the thrill just now, Ling Xingyue couldn't help but smile. Fortunately, Zhuang Xuexue was old after all and didn't discover his little trick. Otherwise, why would he be lazy to visit Lan Keman.

Outside the door of the Sijia School, the carriage of Prince Ling's Mansion has been waiting quietly. The coachman and the boy Zhao Hao were bored, so they both closed their eyes slightly, intertwined their hands and put them in their sleeves, and fell asleep. Suddenly, they heard Ling Xingyue's voice.

He coughed slightly and was startled.

After all, the little Haozi was smarter, and there was no trace of surprise on his face. He just hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, raised his arms, and gave a simple salute. Then he bent down and took out the horse stool with both hands and placed it on Ling Xing.
Chapter completed!