C47 (1/2)
The night flute was indeed very angry, angry at Yun Qiu for looking down on her. Yun Qiu said it was a minor illness. Was there really such a worrying minor illness?
No wonder Yun Qiu's health wasn't good, she really didn't care for him. Even though Night Flute was angry, he still said gently to Yun Qiu, ”My wife, in the future, don't say things that don't concern you. Remember, you're already the wife of your husband. You must take good care of yourself.”
Yun Qiu froze, then nodded with a flushed face.
Yu'er reminded Yeye, ”Young Master, the food is getting cold.” Only then did Yun Qiu come back to his senses. She and Night Tick had been talking about her illness the entire time, and they almost didn't have any food to eat.
Yun Qiu sighed in his heart. A husband like Yeye Flute was actually especially good to her, but she would always accidentally offend him because of his anger.
Moreover, this was the first time Yun Qiu had felt the Night Flute's anger. Knowing that it was because of her that made him angry, Yun Qiu actually felt very happy in his heart. After all, how many women and their husbands would care so much about their illnesses? As far as Yun Qiu was concerned, the reason the flute acted this way was because it was paying attention to her performance.
Yun Qiu laughed. ”Hubby, don't frown like that. I'm really fine.” Yun Qiu originally wanted to let the flute relax, but even the heavens didn't want her to do so. As she was speaking, she suddenly sneezed.
Yun Qiu's smile froze. Yun Qiu carefully observed the expression of the flute, afraid that he would be angry again. Sure enough, the flute frowned and said to Yun Qiu in a rather dissatisfied tone, ”My wife, you really don't care about yourself …”
When Yun Qiu heard this, he lowered his head in disappointment. Actually, this wasn't what she had hoped for. At this moment, Yun Qiu felt wronged. But suddenly, he heard the flute say, ”Looks like your wife has to listen to her husband …”
Yun Qiu didn't understand what the flute said. She looked at it in confusion, but the flute didn't say anything and only gave Yun Qiu a mysterious smile. Yun Qiu suddenly felt a little awkward. She knew that the flute would not hurt her, but the feeling made her feel a little uneasy.
The next day, Yun Qiu was lying on her bed, looking at Yu'er with a headache. With a helpless tone, she said, ”Yu'er, don't let me drink anymore. I just want to see it now …” Before Yun Qiu could finish his words, he saw the soup in Yu'er's hands from the corner of his eye and could not help bending over to vomit.
It turned out that the flute had said yesterday that it should listen to him, that it referred to the matter of nourishing the body. Of course, Yun Qiu had listened to the flute and obediently drank quite a bit. But — who drinks all day? For twelve hours a day, Yun Qiu was almost forced to stay in bed by Yu'er and the Night Flute's tyrannical power, then she was forced to drink a lot of soup. Yun Qiu knew that the flute had good intentions, but even though the soup wasn't heavy, Yun Qiu still couldn't drink it.
Yun Qiu had once heard people say that if one drank too much soup, they would die. She did not want to die so easily at such a young age. As such, Yun Qiu looked at Yu'er pitifully, trying to get her to let her go.
Yu Er said with a troubled expression on her face. ”Miss, Young Master said — the doctor said that drinking seven great tonics a day is indeed very effective, and will only benefit you …”
Seeing that Yu'er was about to go on and on, Yun Qiu decisively buried her head in the blanket. Although the soup was delicious, she really couldn't drink it anymore. At this moment, Yun Qiu shouted in his heart, ”What a god!” Who could save her!
Yun Qiu's timid appearance put Yu'er in a difficult position. Young master had said that he would make her drink it, but seeing her like this, it was really … He made her unable to move!