In the evening, the sky was reflected with clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the entire shelter. Soldiers wearing special masks and protective clothing patrolled in an orderly manner, and there was hope on the faces of the people.

Xihe walked out of the camp and just took off his mask, his body couldn't help shaking.

"Young Master!"

Xiao Wu was startled and quickly stepped forward to support her: "Are you okay?"

Xihe held up his forehead, his face pale, and forced a smile: "Maybe he's too tired, just go back and rest for a while."

The imperial doctors were startled and said anxiously, "Hurry, hurry, help Young Master Jiang to rest."

When Xiaowu heard this, he kicked the eunuch. The eunuch reacted and quickly picked up Xihe and ran towards his residence. Xiaowu ran to the ferry without stopping. So when Xihe woke up, he found someone sitting beside the bed.

The sky outside the window was dark, and there were candles lit on the table, with light and shadows swaying.

The man was dressed in black, had black hair, thin eyebrows, long eyes, and a straight nose. He had his eyes closed as if he was asleep, and there was a dark blue color in his eyes.

Xihe's heart moved: Why is he here?

She pulled her hand out from under the quilt, reached out to the face, and poked it—and was grabbed.

Song Mo opened his eyes: "Awake?"

He raised his hand and touched her forehead, then breathed a sigh of relief the next second: "Do you feel any discomfort? Doctor Zhang will be here soon. Are you hungry?"

Xihe shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable... Aren't you in the capital? Why are you here?"

The prince relied heavily on him and assigned many tasks to him. She remembered that he had just been assigned a task by the prince when she left the capital.

Song Mo: "I'll come over once the matter is resolved."

He carefully scanned her face, faintly blaming himself: "You've lost weight."

The man's dark eyes were crystal clear. Xihe felt uncomfortable being stared at. She pulled her hand back and smoothed the hair beside her ear. "I'll go back and eat in two days. By the way, do you understand the situation here? It's almost resolved. I can go back after a few days."

Song Mo nodded: "Xiao Wu told me, Yue'er."

Xihe looked up, confused.

Song Mo raised his hand and placed it on her face, his eyes full of tenderness: "You are amazing."

Xi He was shocked and subconsciously pulled back, but was held tightly. "You have accomplished something that many imperial doctors cannot do. The prince will definitely remember you as a great merit. From now on, you can walk sideways in the capital."

Xihe: “…”

Inexplicably panicked, he couldn't help but struggle: "Song Mo..."

Song Mo leaned closer, and under Xi He's wide-eyed gaze, he pressed his forehead against hers and sighed, "Don't do this again. You scared me, you know."

God knows her heart almost stopped when she was told she fainted as soon as she landed.

He didn't bother to hide the news that his leg had healed. He took the reins from Xiaowu, jumped on the horse, and rode over here at full speed. He pushed open the door - the girl was lying straight on the bed with a pale face.

At that moment, his head was rumbling and his blood almost froze.

Song Mo closed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed the person into his arms: "I will never let you go out alone again. I have to watch over you at all times."

Xihe: “…”

Who can tell her what's going on?

He tried to push the person out, but was held tighter. Xihe growled, "Song Mo!"

Song Mo hummed, sniffed her hair deeply for a long time before letting go. Seeing her staring at him, he suddenly found it cute: "Yue'er, you are so cute."

Xihe: Cute mud horse, pervert!

He pushed the person away fiercely, pulled the quilt over himself, and pointed at the door: "Get out!"

As the only two men around her, she had long observed whether this guy was her husband. She was skeptical at first, after all, he looked quite gentleman. Later, when she saw that this guy was not in line with her principles, she gave up the idea.

Now...

Xihe felt that this person was probably out of his mind.

Song Mo propped up his chin and pretended to be pitiful: "Yue'er, you are so heartless. I came to see you specially, but you drove me away. I am so sad, so heartbroken, sob..."

Xihe couldn't help but roll her eyes. How could it be her husband?

009 has always been serious and would never be like this guy.

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The imperial doctors came in to check on her and breathed a sigh of relief when they found out she was alright. "Rest well, young friend. We old guys are taking care of the refugees. Don't worry."

After giving the instructions, they left one by one, and then Xiaowu limped in.

Xihe was stunned: "What's wrong with your leg?"

Xiao Wu subconsciously glanced at his master and hurriedly lowered his head: "I accidentally fell, it's nothing serious, Miss Yue'er, don't worry."

He brought the porridge over and fled out of the room.

Xihe stared at Song Mo: "Did you hit him?"

Song Mo scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her lips, not hiding anything: "He didn't take good care of you, he deserves to be punished. If there is a next time, it will only be heavier than this time."

Xihe: “…”

Is this a fight with Xiaowu?

It was clearly a warning to scare her so that she wouldn't mess around with her body.

Xi He avoided him and glared at him: "What to do and what not to do is my own choice. What does it have to do with him? Song Mo, if you are targeting me, just say it."

He clearly wanted to teach her a lesson, but ended up taking such a big detour.

Damn scheming man!

The smile on Song Mo's face slowly faded, and he pursed his thin lips. Seeing her silent, Xihe glared back at him, with a look that said, "What do you want?"

Song Mo suddenly laughed.

He raised his hand to ruffle her hair, then took it back before she could lose her temper: "You're not stupid, you know I'm talking about you."

Xihe was furious: "Song Mo!"

Song Mo picked up the bowl again: "I heard it, I heard it. I am lame but not deaf. Come, eat your meal first."

Xihe had no way to deal with him, so he could only slam the spoon away, grab the bowl, and gulp it all down.

Song Mo was overjoyed and clapped his hands: "Great!"

Xihe was speechless, not understanding why he suddenly became so childish?

Xihe had a good foundation, and after two days of rest, she felt that her body was almost recovered. However, Song Mo pressed her down and made her lie in bed for a few days. When Xihe refused, Song Mo threatened her: "Then I kiss you?"

Xihe: “…”

Lie down and pull the quilt over your head.

Song Mo chuckled, sat down calmly on the edge of the bed, picked up the book and started reading.

The two of them were too intimate and familiar with each other, causing the other doctors to look at each other in confusion and whisper to each other about "Long Yang's love". Doctor Zhang passed by and was immediately embarrassed and coughed violently.

The room was silent for a while, and after a while, the conversation turned to other things.

Doctor Zhang left with his hands behind his back, thinking to himself that he had never expected that Jiang Xiaoyou was actually a girl. Song Mo cared so much about her, so it seemed that they were about to get married.

Well, it’s hard to say. Maybe we have to wait until the prince ascends the throne... cough cough cough.

He glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he immediately left with a guilty conscience. He couldn't say anything that could cost him his life.

The plague broke out not only in Lin'an City, but also in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River.

After Xihe recovered, he quickly boarded a boat to check on other places one by one. Only after everything was safe and sound did he feel at ease to follow Song Mo back to Beijing.