Jia Cong was shivering from the cold, so he got under the quilt and covered himself for a long time before he felt better. He lay upright for a long time and no Jinque came in to clean up. I'm afraid the girl also boiled water to wash up.

He was lying on the bed bored, and suddenly he remembered what Jinque said and laughed. Jia Cong suddenly remembered that this was Jia's house. What could happen?

He seemed to know that someone once said: In your Jia Mansion, I'm afraid only the stone lions outside the door are cleaner!

Among other things, didn't his eldest brother Jia Lian have a passionate fight with his biological father's concubine?

And in the house next door, doesn’t Jia Zhen have an unusual relationship with her own daughter-in-law?

And Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, they are still brothers!

The more Jia Cong thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. It seems that in this Jia family, which looks respectable and likes to follow the rules in everything, there are all kinds of scandalous things.

What is the idiom called?

The gold and jade are ruined on the outside, and the Jia family is probably what you are talking about, right?

No wonder that Jinque girl can say such things. If you think about it deeply, it’s probably not surprising that he can really come up with something with Aunt Zhao...

The more Jia Cong thought about it, the more frightened he became. He broke out in a cold sweat again, his head hurt a lot, his throat was dry and sore, his nose was a little stuffy, and it was difficult to even breathe.

Just at this time, Jinque came in with her wet hair to tidy up. When Jia Cong saw it, he shouted: "What time has it been? I'm just running around with my hair wet, and I don't think I'll get sick from the cold wind again!"

As soon as Jinque heard that he was mumbling incoherently, he quickly came closer and saw that Jia Cong was crying and had a stuffy nose, so he shouted: "God, aren't you sick, and you are talking about others?"

When Jin Que said this, Jia Cong felt even more sore and weak all over, and his head hurt badly. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said feebly: "I'm not hot, why am I sick? I'm afraid it's these two

I’m so tired.”

Jinque's voice changed when he heard him speak, so she hurriedly covered him with the quilt, and reached out to touch him. She felt a slight fever, and couldn't help frowning: "The weather has changed in the past two days, and it's only autumn."

Since it's so cold, I guess you're sick. I'll go and make you a bowl of thick ginger tea first.

After saying that, Jinque didn't bother to clean up the water stains on the ground, and turned around and went out. Jia Cong felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and his body was sore, and he thought to himself that he might really be sick.

With this thought in mind, he closed his eyes without realizing it and fell into a hazy sleep. After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up by the brocade bird in his dream. He struggled to open his eyes, only to see the brocade bird in the blur.

She held a bowl of steaming ginger tea and looked at him with concern.

Jia Cong wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was so sore that he could not speak, and his whole body was drowsy and lacked energy. Only then did he realize that he was really sick.

When Jin Que saw his little face was blushing and he was humming with half-open eyes, he quickly reached out and touched his forehead, only to feel that his forehead was hot. The girl immediately panicked and hurriedly leaned over to pick up Jia Cong.

She fed ginger tea into his mouth. Seeing that the young master in her arms was really seriously ill, holding him was like holding a piece of live coal, which made the girl burst into tears.

After struggling like this for a long time, he finally managed to get a bowl of ginger tea in. Jinque was about to get up and clean it up, but was grabbed by Jia Cong. He only heard the boy grunting and saying: "Jinque, Jinque, Jinque, Jinque,

Don't leave, don't leave me here alone, I'm so scared..."

Jinque heard what he said was pitiful, and saw that his little face was red. She knew that he was seriously ill, so she immediately didn't care about cleaning up. She took off her shoes and got on the kang, leaning on the kang to coax him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, the boy was shivering with cold soon. He hugged Jinque tightly and kept screaming. Jinque covered him with two or three layers of quilts, but it was of no use. He was still shivering from the cold and huddled up.

It looks like a shrimp.

Seeing that he was still very cold, Jinque had no choice but to put his big winter fur cloak on the quilt. But it was of no use. Jia Cong was still shivering into a ball, and his lips were a little blue, and his face was a bit blue.

It was so white that there was no trace of blood.

Jinque was so anxious that she wanted to go out and call someone, but she didn't know who to call. Besides, it was almost early in the morning and it was as dark as ink outside, so she didn't dare to go out.

After thinking about it, Jinque gritted her teeth, took off her coat and got under the quilt, stretched out her arms and hugged Jia Cong. Unexpectedly, this boy was already as cold as an ice cellar, and he felt dazed in his arms.

As soon as he felt warm, it was as if there was a small stove next to him. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged Jinque tightly in his arms, humming and shouting: "It's so warm, so comfortable, Jinque, where did you get it?"

Stove?"

Jin Que couldn't help but be amused when she heard his nonsense. She felt that Jia Cong's body was as cold as ice, and she couldn't help being extremely worried. When she thought of being held tightly in the arms of the young master, she felt extremely shy.

I closed my eyes and didn't dare to move even a little bit.

Jia Cong used his hands and feet to hold the little girl Jinque tightly in his arms. He felt a continuous stream of heat, and his whole body gradually warmed up. He couldn't help but fall into a drowsy sleep, but he couldn't help shouting in a low voice.

He asked Jinque's name and asked her where she was. Suddenly he woke up from his dream and called Jinque loudly. Jinque couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly patted him gently for a long time to coax her. The young master opened his eyes in a daze and waited.

It was only when Jinque was by his side that he fell asleep again.

This happened over and over again, until late at night, when he finally fell asleep, but his hands and feet did not loosen at all, and he still held the little girl tightly in his arms.

Hearing Jia Cong's steady breathing, touching his forehead and not feeling hot anymore, and seeing that his little face was gradually turning rosy, Jinque felt a little relieved. But at this moment, her whole body was already soaked with sweat,

My whole body was sore and numb, and I felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

The little girl just secretly stretched her sore and sleepy arms, but unexpectedly she woke up Jia Cong. The boy opened his eyes with a start, hugged Jinque tightly with his arms, and cried out in a tearful voice: "Jinque, Jinque,

Where are you going, don’t leave me here alone, I’m scared! Don’t leave, just stay with me, and we’ll never be separated for the rest of our lives, okay?”

Jinque was unexpectedly startled by his voice. When she saw Jia Cong's eyes full of pleading, she couldn't help but feel soft. She quickly put her arms around him and comforted him softly: "Fool, where can I go?

.I'm not that good either, why are you always pestering me? You are no better than before. As soon as I leave, there will be countless girls who are hundreds of times better than me rushing to serve you!"

When Jia Cong heard this, he hugged Jin Que even more tightly and cried out: "Jin Que, don't leave. I don't want anyone. I just want to stay with you. Don't leave, and you will stay with me forever."

Me, okay?"
Chapter completed!