She glared angrily and said to the servant: "Take them all down."

The servant glanced at Leng Xia, saw Leng Xia nodded slightly, lowered his head and stepped back: "Yes, young mistress."

"Wait!!" The servants stopped.

"What are your orders, young mistress?"

"Bring all these tonic soups to your eldest young master and ask him to drink them!"

Leng Xia froze when she heard this.

If it weren't for the sarcastic and indifferent tone, if it weren't for other purposes, it would have made him dance with joy.

"Master..."

"Bring it here and I'll drink it."

Although these cups and bowls were not big, there were at least 15 bowls. The servant put the bowls down and lined them up in a row.

"Everyone, go down."

"yes."

Jin Yingluo, who was still a little sick on the bed, regained her energy, slowly sat up and crossed her arms to her chest. She raised her eyebrows, not wanting to see your nostrils bleeding from drinking.

"How much to drink?"

"all."

"..."

"I'm counting, drink quickly!"

Leng Xia raised the corners of her mouth slightly, her tone was pleasant, and it seemed that she was no longer in pain. Although her face looked like she was watching a good show...

He naturally knew that Xiao Jiujiu in her heart was ordered by her, despised by her, scolded by her, and plotted by her, but he was extremely happy as long as she was willing to talk to him.

I picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp. It tasted good, but was a bit cold.

"There are 13 more bowls left, let's continue."

"Is there any reward for drinking them all?"

"You are allowed to wipe your nosebleed."

"..." After just one bowl, I felt a slight cooling sensation in my nostrils.

One bowl after another, on the 8th bowl...

"Hahaha......"

Leng Xia covered his nose, and blood flowed out from between his fingers, slipped through his wrists, flowed into his cuffs, and dripped onto the quilt. He frowned, always feeling dirty, and lay down on the edge of the bed, with blood dripping from his nose to the ground.

"Tsk tsk...it's so dirty."

Leng Xia's face turned cold, and he raised his eyes to look at her, with some ice in his red eyes.

"Here comes someone."

Opening the door, a maid hurriedly came forward. "Master!!"

Passing the tissue to Leng Xia, he took out N pieces and wiped Leng Xia's arms and clothes.

"Master, do you need to call me Mr. Kavini?"

"No need." Leng Xia felt that the breath he exhaled was all hot, and the nosebleeds were still coming out. He had taken too much yang energy, and his mouth was astringent and dry.

The face of Jin Yingluo across from him was a bit strange. The maid was obviously smearing him. There were blood stains on his clothes. The blood had soaked in and couldn't be wiped out. She kept rubbing it with paper.

All the blood on his wrist was wiped clean, and he was still holding it and wiping it back and forth.

She remembered that Weiss once said that Leng Xia never let servants touch him, but now? Oh, liar!

"That servant, get out!"

The maid looked at Jin Yingluo, lowered her head and said humbly: "But young master..."

Before she could finish speaking, she interrupted, "It's not like he's going to die. You're not needed for this. He has his own hands and feet. Let him wipe it himself."

Leng Xia threw the paper away, feeling more and more like a dog wagging its tail and constantly fawning over her.

"Go get me a basin of water to clean my nose."

"Yes, Master."

Jin Yingluo Feng narrowed her eyes, and everyone in the castle called her "young mistress". In fact, not everyone listened to Leng Xia.

"It seems that my words are not very effective."

The servant froze.

"Why are you stunned? Why don't you go get some water?"

"Oh...oh, I'm sorry, young master, I'll go right away."

"Don't go!!"
Chapter completed!