After Zhong Li left, Pei Xing's stagnation finally subsided. He called Ling Liu in, and when he saw Ling Liu's unshaven and bony appearance, a hint of surprise flashed in Pei Xing's eyes, "How did you get so upset?"

Ling Liu knelt down a little ashamed. Like Zhong Li, he has been standing by Pei Xing's side for the past few days. The psychological pressure he bears is even greater than that of Zhong Li. After all, when Pei Xing was injured, he hid in In the dark, he once regretted that he didn't rush out, because he didn't dare to disobey Pei Xing's order, he just watched him get hurt.

He was afraid that because of his wrong choice, he would put his master in danger. Not only him, but Luo Yu also looked very haggard.

Fortunately, he woke up, and he said with red eyes: "Next time, the master must not take such a risk."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Xing's stern gaze fell on him, Ling Liu consciously said something wrong, and quickly shut his mouth.

Only then did Pei Xing's face ease, "You go to Qin Tianjian in person and let them count the good days for marriage and choose the closest one."

Ling Liu respectfully responded.

This time, Zhong Li slept for three hours. When she woke up, it was twilight outside. She thought about Pei Xing's injury and opened her eyes. The first question she asked was his body, "How is the emperor now? Like? Have you returned to the palace?"

"I didn't return. The servant in the middle took a look. Someone was guarding the front yard, but the servant did not dare to go in. I heard from one of the adults that he also slept in the afternoon."

After all, he was injured because of her. Zhong Li washed up and planned to visit him. When she came out, she saw three little guys standing side by side in the courtyard. Cheng Er stood on tiptoe from time to time and glanced in. He was short. Naturally you can't see anything.

When he saw Zhong Li come out, the little guy's eyes lit up, and then he flew over, "Sister!"

He shouted and his eyes turned red, "Wuwu, Cheng'er misses my sister so much!"

For the past three days, Zhong Li didn't accompany him. Fortunately, Zhang's mother was there, so he was coaxed. She only said that Pei Xing was unwell and needed Zhong Li to take care of him. their figures.

Although Cheng'er didn't make trouble, he secretly shed a tear at night, always feeling that the third uncle was very ill.

Zhong Li didn't forget Cheng'er. She asked Qiuyue about the little guy, and Qiuyue said he was very good, but Zhong Li didn't come back to see him.

Speaking of which, this was the first time for her. Not seeing him for three days, Zhong Li pulled the little guy into her arms and said with a smile, "Didn't you say last time that Cheng'er is already a little man and won't shed tears?"

Cheng'er was a little embarrassed, and her small face drilled into her arms.

Zhong Li wiped the little guy's tears with the veil, and then he raised his head, "How is the third uncle? Can Chenger go to see the third uncle?"

In the past two days, every time he changed the dressing, his wound would still bleed, and it looked very scary, but now the bleeding has stopped.

Zhong Li nodded, "Then you have to be more obedient for a while, don't pester the third uncle, and don't jump into his arms. You can only say a few words, wait for the third uncle to be healed, and then let him hug you."

Cheng'er nodded as if pecking at rice, and reached out to hold her sister's hand.

When Zhong Li brought Cheng'er to the front yard, it was already completely dark, and the maids had turned on the lights. In the room, Pei Xing was bored. He even wanted to get out of bed to see why Zhong Li still hadn't come. He should have been "weak" enough to be unable to get out of bed, so he had a little more patience.

He glanced annoyedly at the memorial that Ling Liu brought back, and was thinking about whether to deal with some of it first, when he heard the girl's soft voice.

Pei Xing lay down on his side again, closed his eyes, the dim candlelight hit his face, his nose was straight, his eyebrows were deep, and his facial features were particularly three-dimensional.

Hearing the footsteps, Pei Xingcai opened his eyes weakly, his eyes stayed on the girl's fair and sweet face for a moment, and then he looked at the little guy beside her, "Cheng'er?"

It was the first time that Cheng'er saw Uncle San's "breathing like a gossamer" appearance, and the little guy breathed lightly, "Uncle San, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Xing is now wearing a snow-white tunic. From the outside, he can't see his injuries at all, but Cheng'er feels that he is so pitiful.

Pei Xing thought for a while, whether it was too much, he coughed lightly, and then said hoarsely: "Uncle third is fine, but I don't think I can get out of bed in a short time, and I will play with Cheng'er in a few days."

This is also a subtle hint to Zhong Li that he cannot return to the palace for the time being.

The little guy's black eyes were full of sympathy. After he nodded, he still didn't forget to say, "Third uncle, get better."

Zhong Li patted Cheng'er's head and asked Zhang's mother to take him down, "Have the third uncle had dinner?"

Pei Xing lay still and didn't move, only opened his eyelids and swept her, "I'm full of anger, what else do I eat?"

His words were very similar to him before, Zhong Li glanced at the memorial on the bookcase, "Do you need to deal with all these?"

Pei Xing nodded, lying down to talk to her, it was inconvenient to see her, Pei Xing tried to get up by himself, deliberately not bothering her.

Seeing that he was having a hard time getting up, Zhong Li hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand.

He looked annoyed, and his long eyelashes drooped, "Help me get the memorial."

"You just woke up, take a rest, and you can't stop eating."

Zhong Li called the maid and asked them to bring the food over, and also specially asked the maid to move a kang table. Pei Xing only said that he had no appetite and refused to eat.

Zhong Li coaxed, and he nodded reluctantly.

When he reached out to get the jade chopsticks, his hand shook and the jade chopsticks fell on the kang table.

He was injured on his right arm, and it was really inconvenient to hold the jade chopsticks. Zhong Li thought that he could not use the jade chopsticks with his left hand, so he helped him with vegetables, knelt down in front of him, and fed him food.

Only then did Pei Xing open his mouth to save face, and the feeling of being served by his daughter-in-law made most of the depression between his brows dissipated.

After he finished eating, he proposed to review the memorial again, Zhong Li was helpless, thought about it, and simply read the memorial for him.