Meng Jiuan felt complicated when he carried his little daughter to his friend's yard.
From his experience of knowing Qin Songmo for many years, he knew that the latter's heart could no longer be described as heartless.
Qin Songmo is ruthless but loyal, but this loyalty still depends on what happens.
If the other party was at fault first, even if the other party had saved his life, he would still let the machete fall on the back of the other party's neck.
There is no mercy at all.
The arrival of his youngest daughter did change Qin Songmo a lot. Compared to before, he began to become more flesh and blood, but in other scenes, he was still the ruthless Prime Minister of the Great Chu.
Therefore, Meng Jiuan always felt that his friend might not like his youngest daughter that much.
The friend just wanted to pay tribute to his deceased mother, or like him, he wanted to make up for his own incomplete childhood in another way.
Until that day when he climbed up the cliff with his little daughter in his arms, before he could open his mouth to announce the good news, he saw the man who had been standing on the edge of the cliff staggering.
The next moment, he saw his friend kneeling on the ground. At the same time, the sound of his friend vomiting blood from his throat rang in his ears.
Until today, he didn't dare to recall how much blood Qin Songmo vomited that day.
The sticky blood almost melted all the snow around him. Besides the white snow all over the sky at the edge of the cliff, the only thing left was the shocking red on the ground.
At that moment, he realized how important his little daughter, who had a high fever due to the cold, was to his good friend.
Meng Jiuan collected his wandering thoughts and carefully held his little daughter in his arms, as if he was not holding a child but a porcelain doll that would break with the slightest bump.
Until his footsteps stopped in front of a courtyard that was not luxurious, at least it was extremely inconsistent with the identity of the Prime Minister of the Great Chu.
Slightly lift the cloak that covers the little girl's entire body, including her face.
Meng Jiuan carried her past Qingfeng, and then he opened his lips slightly, "Yuanqing is very ill this time, and the high fever won't go away. Can you stay here with Yuanqing?"
When Li Shengyi heard that her father was seriously ill, her heart skipped a beat. She raised her little face, which was covered by her cloak, and a look of anxiety appeared on her face.
"Daddy is seriously ill. Why didn't you tell me just now? How come he has a high fever that won't go away? Has it been going on for five days?"
The barrage of questions caught Meng Jiuan off guard.
After carrying her into the house, he completely lifted the cloak covering her face and said, "Yes, it's been five days. The imperial physician said..."
"I don't want to hear what the imperial physician says," Li Shengyi rejected his next words without hesitation.
She raised her hand and patted his shoulder, then raised her little face to meet his eyes.
The high fever and coma in recent days made her face look thinner, and as a result, her almond-shaped eyes seemed to have become bigger.
Now she looked at the person in front of her with her eyes full of light, and then her voice of questioning was heard in the quiet room.
"Second Daddy, do you believe me, do you believe Daddy?"
Meng Jiuan didn't understand what she meant by asking this question at first, but when he realized what was going on, he nodded heavily, "Of course I believe it!"
When he was still in the military camp and was just an unknown soldier, it was because of Qin Songmo's words that he gradually became a young general.
Now that he has listened to his little daughter and extricated himself from that damn plot, and no longer lives for it, his good days have just begun.
Therefore, he believed her and also believed Qin Songmo.
Li Shengyi saw him nod, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Daddy will be safe and sound, and we will all be fine."
She had spent so much energy and effort to pull the plot back together, and now even if the King of Hell came, she would have to argue with him and must save her father's life!
The moment his feet touched the ground, Li Shengyi turned around and ran towards the closed door behind him.
Meng Jiuan followed behind her and was so frightened when he saw her running away just as her condition improved, "Shengyi, run slower!"
As soon as the door was pushed open, the whole room was filled with the aroma of medicine mixed with sandalwood and the smell of burning silver charcoal, which rushed straight towards Li Shengyi's face.
Frowning, she turned around and looked at Meng Jiuan behind her, "Didn't the imperial physician say that sick people need to open the windows for ventilation?"
"In such an environment with poor air circulation, the virus will only increase."
As Meng Jiuan listened to his little daughter using professional terms, question marks suddenly popped up in his head.
Although he didn't understand the professional terms his little daughter used, he understood the phrase "open the windows for ventilation."
"It's cold. If I open the window, won't Yuan Qing's condition get worse?"
At that time, Li Shengyi had already trotted to the window.
She was barely tall enough to reach the window, and she had to stand on tiptoe and use some strength to push the window open a crack.
Large gusts of cold wind instantly poured into the stuffy room, and at the same time, the chaotic air in the room also rushed out of the window.
But after a moment, the air in the room began to circulate again, and the smell in the room also became fresh.
"If you burn charcoal behind closed doors, you'll die of poisoning."
Li Shengyi returned to the bedside and saw the look of understanding on Meng Jiuan's face. Her eyes fell on the thin figure on the bed again.
Compared with Qin Songmo before, the man lying on the bed now had sunken cheeks. Because his body was still in a high fever state, his skin, which was already sickly pale, was burned even redder.
She lay on the edge of the bed, and seeing the fragile appearance of the man in front of her, she couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek.
However, as soon as her fingers touched his face, he frowned and soon turned his head away with difficulty.
Even when he was in a coma due to high fever, Qin Songmo still didn't like to get close to others.
Li Shengyi took in this scene. She turned around and raised her hands to the people around her, "Second Daddy, hold me."
Meng Jiuan heard the matter-of-fact tone, and instead of showing any shame or anger on his face, he seemed to be very happy about it.
He carried his little daughter to the bed and knelt down to take off her boots. When he did these things, he was no longer the clumsy Meng Jiuan of the past. Now, whether he was putting shoes on or taking them off for his little daughter or wiping her face and applying oil, he could do it as smoothly as flowing water.
Seeing his little daughter climb onto the bed, he moved a chair and sat down next to her, supporting his chin with his hands and looking at his little daughter's cute appearance.
After climbing onto the bed, Li Shengyi turned over and came to Qin Songmo.
Seeing his frown growing tighter and tighter, as if he was about to lose his temper, she immediately bent down and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, it's a kind gesture."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Songmo, who had been frowning, suddenly relaxed his brows.
Just like when he returned home from court with a lot of worries, when he saw his little daughter waiting for him at the gate, all those worries seemed to disappear like the wind.
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