Feng Sui curled his lips and said, "It's the mortal that the Lord brought back. He felt cold and asked me to find some warm clothes for her."

Ao Yan tapped the white jade teacup twice with his bony fingers. He picked up the white terry cloak from the armrest of the recliner and threw it to him, "Give this to him."

A strange look flashed in Feng Sui's eyes: The Emperor's things were never touched by anyone except him, the immortal servant.

Moreover, it is made of several pieces of high-quality white fox skins and is very valuable.

But he didn't dare to say anything more, he just took it respectfully and replied "Yes."

"How is his injury?" Ao Yan asked casually. After all, the injury was caused by saving him, although it was unnecessary.

"I don't know." Feng Sui answered honestly, "That man was very shy and wouldn't let me apply the medicine on him.

But judging from her appearance, she shouldn't be seriously injured."

Ao Yan stroked the rim of the cup with his fair fingers, took a sip of tea and said, "Got it!"

"I'll take my leave." Feng Sui was about to take his leave and go to deliver a cloak to that little troublemaker.

"Forget it, I'll go and see for myself."

After saying this, he stood up decisively.

When Feng Sui led Ao Yan back and arrived at Li Shushu's door again, Li Shushu had already poured some medicine powder on his back and timidly covered himself with the thin blanket, "It's too cold."

She muttered, "What a damn place, it's so cold."

She clearly remembered that before she fainted, it was still a warm spring and summer place. Why did it feel like an ice cave here?

"This is the top of Mount Buzhou." A cold voice came, and then the door was pushed open.

"Didn't you plan so hard to come here with me?" Ao Yan took the cloak from Feng Sui's hand and took a few steps closer. Feng Sui sensibly stayed outside the door. The wind and snow seemed to be getting stronger. He closed the door considerately. "Why? Now that you're here, you don't recognize it?"