Then, Song Yihuan coughed twice again.

Luo Ying suddenly became nervous. At this extraordinary moment, coughing may mean that she has contracted a terrible epidemic.

"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

"Cough cough..." Song Yihuan seemed to realize something, but relied on his health to be strong and refused to believe that he had contracted the disease. He covered his mouth with his sleeves and waved his hand, "I'm fine."

"Cui..."

Luo Ying was so anxious that she wanted to call Cui Si, but suddenly remembered the matter of pushing the palace and changing blood.

Yes, how could she forget that Cui Si is probably Chen Yao's person. It would be very simple if he wanted to get Xiao Shi into the epidemic quietly.

But does Cui Si really have the courage to kill Xiao Shi?

She narrowed her eyes alertly, and looked at him with suspicion.

Cui Si greeted her cold eyes with scrutiny, and she felt a moment of bleakness. He took the initiative to ask: "Your Highness, let me see for you."

"I'm fine! Ahem..."

Song Yihuan stubbornly rejected him, subconsciously, he wanted to take a step back and get farther away from Luo Ying.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and his body was shaking, like a mountain of Tai collapsed, falling backwards.

"Brother Song!"

"Your Highness!"

...

Luo Ying had been guarding for a long time, but Song Yihuan had not woken up from dawn to darkness.

As for Zhao Qing, there was finally a little good news. His heat subsided and he woke up, but he still couldn't escape from danger. Now Aliang is by his side to take care of him.

At the moment when Song Yihuan fell, the two imperial physicians Cui and Liu diagnosed his pulse together. Their faces were more and more serious. They all said that the epidemic caused by His Royal Highness Ling this time was very serious.

Luo Ying couldn't believe Cui Si, but she seemed to have no reason not to believe it.

After finally staying up until the middle of the night, Luo Ying couldn't hold on. She touched Song Yihuan's forehead, which was still terrible. She was really afraid that Song Yihuan would have something to do, so she wanted to walk out of the tent and blow the cold wind to wake herself up and continue to guard her. As soon as she got up and was about to leave, someone suddenly grabbed her sleeve.

"elder sister……"

“…”

Luo Ying's heart trembled. When she looked back at him, she saw that his eyes were closed and she was still sleeping.

"Sister, I'm sorry, don't leave..."

He was sleeping, murmuring, his voice a little blurred.

"Pu"

A tear flowed out from Luo Ying's eyes. Looking at this familiar face, she called out a sound that only she could hear in a hoarse voice.

"Xiao Shi, sister is here..."

Without the need for cold wind, the sleepy bug was successfully driven away with the tears in her eyes.

She sat down slowly, but he still grabbed her sleeve and did not relax. He heard him murmur, "Sister... Actually, I... I like you very much..."

“…”

Apart from the sadness, Luo Ying didn't know what to say.

"Sister, don't leave, don't leave..."

“…”

"No, sister, I'm sorry, sorry--"

His voice suddenly became high, as if he was trapped by some nightmare. He wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up.

"Brother Song, Brother Song..."

Seeing his painful look in his sleep, she called him softly.

"No, sister--"

He let go of her sleeve, then suddenly grabbed her hand, and opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes covered with blood, looking at the roof of the tent blankly and emptyly.

"Brother Song, you finally woke up..."

Luo Ying saw him open his eyes and cried with joy. Doctor Liu said that if he couldn't wake up tonight and had a high fever, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes were filled with confusion, his throat was hoarse, and he felt a little hard: "Miss Luo Ying, why are you here?"

"Brother Song, you are sick, I'll be here to guard you."

Luo Ying's hand was still tightly held by him, and she moved her hand and wanted to pull it out.

Although they used to be siblings, and now they are called brothers and sisters, after all, there is a difference between men and women. She can accompany him to take care of her when she was sick, just like when she was a child, but she should still be careful.

In the past, she ignored it. He was no longer the ignorant child. He had grown up.

Even so, when he was most vulnerable, she could not completely face his weakness and helplessness with reason.

She wanted to cry with heartache. She had been sick so many people, and hundreds of people died so far. The number of people died is still increasing, and none of them have been cured.

The stars are already sick.

She was afraid that even Xiao Shi was dead.

It turned out that her heart had never been as hard as iron. Even if she had doubted him, this suspicion could not be completely eliminated until now. Seeing him become so sick, she would still feel heartbroken and unable to accept it.

"…Uh, yes…I'm sorry…Miss Luo Ying…Ahem…”

Realizing that he was holding Luo Ying's hand tightly, his face turned redder because of the fever, he quickly let her go and apologized stutter.

The moment she let go of her hand, somehow she suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

"Brother Song, it's okay."

Seeing his cramped look, Luo Ying thought that whenever he made mistakes in the past, he would be like this. At that time, he would usually be beaten by her. Now she just wants to beat him, but she can't do it anymore. She got up and brought a cup of tea, handed it to his lips, and wanted to help his head up to feed him water.

"No...no...I'll do it myself."

He struggled to get up, but his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it, and his muscles and bones were even more uncomfortable. In the end, there was no way, but Luo Ying helped him and fed the water. He blushed and didn't dare to look at Luo Ying again.

"Brother Song, you have always been a person who is not particular about the details, why did you become Lili now?" Luo Ying sighed helplessly.

“…”

He didn't know how to answer. Maybe deep down he had some idea about Luo Ying. At the same time, he resisted this idea, so when this idea was about to sprout, he artificially wanted to exterminate it.

"Your Highness..."

Suddenly, a nearly torn voice sounded outside the tent. Although the voice was hoarse, it could still be heard that the sound was originally very soft and beautiful.

In an instant, the drowsy tent was lit up instantly because of her arrival.

Her hair was very embarrassed, her hair was dispersed by the bitter cold wind, her face was blown red, especially the tip of her nose was frozen to purple, and her delicate lips, which were as delicate as flowers, were cracked by the wind, as if she had just flowed through the mud, and the hem of her long skirt was covered in mud, losing its white color.

Despite this, she was still the most dazzling light when she stood there. There was nothing in this world that could cover up her amazing beauty.

"Fenglian..." A clear shock flashed across Song Yihuan's face. Such shock made his mind clear, "Why are you here?"

"Your Highness..." Yu Fenglian's beautiful eyes were filled with tears and slid down, like the clearest drop of water in the Yaochi in the sky. She glanced at Luo Ying, and then the pear blossoms pounced on Song Yihuan with rain, and leaned on him and cried, "Feng Lian is late."

Song Yihuan raised her hand hard and reached out to caress her soft long hair stained with cold air: "Fenglian, you shouldn't have come."

“…”

Seeing the scene in front of him, Luo Ying chose to retreat silently.

She is no longer needed here.

But this Yu Fenglian was exactly the same as she used to be, and she always felt a strange tingling feeling in her heart. Seeing her was as if she had seen her past self, but she was obviously not herself at all.

There are thousands of people in this world, and the similarity of life is not unusual. It is as remote as Luo Yue and Gao Yunxi, and there is a little similarity between the eyebrows and eyes.

But even twins like her and Yu Fenglian may not look exactly the same. She even feels like she is looking in the mirror.

This is an indescribable strange feeling.

This feeling is her own and has nothing to do with Xiao Shi. If Yu Fenglian approached Xiao Shi without any purpose and treated Xiao Shi sincerely, she would be willing to bless them both.

When I walked outside the tent, I looked up and saw that the moon was hazy in the sky and the stars were dotted.

But the moonlight and the stars cannot cover up the boundless darkness. I looked down and looked around. The bitter night wind blew by, and hopeless silence was everywhere.

Suddenly, a shrill cry came from a tent: "Brother...Brother..."

Such crying indicates that someone has died miserably in the midst of illness.

When will it be?

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, making her body feel cold, and she couldn't help but hug her chest with both hands.

"Girl, why did you come out so late?"

Under the cover of a cloak, Luo Ying didn't even feel that Aliang had walked in front of her.

She looked at her and felt a little heavy shadow. She cleared her throat and wanted to speak, but her throat was a little dry and painful.
To be continued...