At dusk, Yan Ruoqi cooked medicine for the guards. After finishing her work, the last thing she wanted to do was bring the tonic soup to Huan. After all, he used his body to block the knife for her and shed a lot of blood. He had to stew some tonic soup anyway.
To patch up his body.
She quietly took the soup and passed by Huang Chenling's room, fearing that he would suddenly open the door and come out. This was the only way to go to Huan's guest room. She didn't even want to take a detour.
"You are so sneaky, where are you going?"
Unexpectedly, Huang Chenling suddenly appeared from the window and asked her. He had been reading by the window early in the morning while waiting for her to come back. He saw her carrying soup, bending over, and waving her hands and feet as she passed by.
"Hahaha...Second Prince, why are you standing by the window so coincidentally?" Yan Ruocheng said slightly embarrassed.
"Where are you going to take this soup? Aren't you bringing it to me?" Huang Chenling also smelled the smell of the black-bone chicken and red dates she had stewed to replenish the soup. She clearly wanted to give it to the flower picker to replenish his energy and blood, so she asked deliberately.
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Yan Ruozhen hesitated for a while and said honestly: "Actually, this is for Huan Bu to replenish his body. After all, he lost a lot of blood and the wound needs to be patched up."
"Oh, it turns out that the flower-picking thief is called Huan, and you really have a close relationship with him. Go ahead. Since he sacrificed his life to save you and regards you as so important, as the second prince, I will not interfere in such a servant's business.
"Yes." Huang Chenling said obviously jealous. Then she turned around and sat on the table and continued to pick up the book and read.
He was so obviously jealous that she was stupid enough to know it. However, she was away from Huan all day today, and the people here were wary of him. It was probably that no one went to take care of him all day long. So, she
Even if you want to get close to Huang Chenling again, you can't ignore Huan.
"Then Second Prince, please read slowly. The knowledge in the book is much more useful than supplementing soup. I won't disturb you." After she finished speaking, she left directly.
After hearing this, Huang Chenling inside was so angry that she wanted to tear the book into shreds on the spot. He wanted to chase her out and twist her ears, but he remembered that he had paid too much attention to her recently, making him look delicate.
Some downgrade themselves, so they can't bear to go out and chase her.
Yan Ruozhen finally delivered the tonic soup to Huan's room safely. She breathed a sigh of relief. She thought that Huang Chenling would chase her out and knock her on the head, but luckily he didn't. It seemed that he was saving face, so he didn't come out.
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Huan rested quietly on the bed, his face a little pale, and drops of sweat dripping from his forehead. Fever is a normal phenomenon in the body as wounds heal.
Seeing this, Yan Ruocheng went to get a basin of warm water, twisted a towel, and helped him dry his sweat. Seeing that his lips were a little dry, he took a glass of water, lifted him up slightly, and let his mouth dip in the water.
I was indeed thirsty. As soon as I smelled the water, I drank slowly and consciously.
After drinking the water, Huan slowly opened his eyes and said hoarsely: "You just came back now, I'm going to die..."
"Hey, if you know how to joke, you won't die. Didn't any servants come in after I left?" she asked.
"There are only a few guards guarding the door, as if they are afraid that I will escape. I told you not to leave. You are the only one here who cares about my life and death..." Huan said weakly and reproachfully.
explain.
"You are a flower picker yourself, so it's normal for them to be wary of you. Aren't I coming back to take care of you now? I've stewed a tonic soup, drink some before going to bed." She carefully helped him sit firmly on the bedside.
Bian said with a smile.
"Is it just a soup supplement? I'm already hungry. Why don't you cook some spicy vegetables and roast some meat for me?" Huan said angrily.
"You can't eat these for the time being because of your stomach injury. You won't be able to eat until at least tomorrow. Be good, drink the tonic soup first." She carried the bowl over, sat by the bed, and helped him cool down.
"If you don't behave well, I don't have spicy vegetables and meat to eat. If you don't die from the pain of the wound, you will starve to death in the middle of the night." He pretended to be dejected and said with a flat mouth.
"You won't starve to death if you skip half a meal. Come on, the soup is not hot anymore. Drink it quickly." She blew it until it was almost cool enough and handed it to him.
"I have no strength, the wound hurts, and my arm hurts when you pricked it..." Huan turned away and said weakly.
"I'll feed you." She took a spoonful of soup.
He still turned his head away and said, "Feed it with your mouth."
Yan Ruocheng raised her pink eyebrows, wondering why they all forced her to feed her with her mouth. Her mouth was also very delicate.
"You either drink it obediently, or I give it to the second prince to drink. Anyway, he is waiting for me to come over." She deliberately used provocation to stimulate him and make him submit obediently.
"Don't drink anymore. Give it to him and let your savior die. You heartless guy, I really regret rushing in front of you and blocking the knife for you. When the knife came in, I heard it.
The sound of the blade scraping against the flesh of my stomach made me think I was really going to die..." he said miserably.
Yan Ruocheng narrowed his eyes, looking at his ability to tell lies, and couldn't help but said straight to the point: "Is it your man who ambushed in the woods this time?"
Seemingly hit by what she said, he paused, pretending to be angry and said: "What are you talking about? Do you suspect that I am in the same group with those black-clothed assassins? I was stabbed for you.
Did I do it just to deceive you? Don’t you think you are going too far?”
"I went too far. I shouldn't have doubted you. Are you really not with them? You really blocked that knife for me?" Yan Ruozhen asked again emphatically, looking into his eyes.
She hoped he would tell the truth.
Huan showed a somewhat complicated look in his eyes and asked: "If you ask this, you don't want to believe me. I was sincere in blocking that knife for you."
"I know it's true, don't say this, drink the soup quickly."
"Fuck you." He insisted and added: "Just think of it as compensation for me blocking the knife for you." He said that he was a bit humble.
Yan Ruocheng sighed. Seeing that he was weak and pretending to be helpless now, what made her pity the most was that he talked about himself in such a lowly manner. This made her most intolerable and made her feel soft-hearted.
"Okay. Just take it as compensation for blocking the knife, and you and I will have no arrears." She spoke clearly first.
"Hmm..." Huan responded gloomily.
She took a sip and put the soup into his mouth as skillfully as ever. Unexpectedly, Huan was not skillful and he choked on the soup: "Cough cough cough..."
The wound in his stomach ached from coughing. He couldn't help but press the wound with his hand and lowered his head slightly.
"Hey, look at you. You asked me to feed you with your mouth, but you choked on your own. Don't press the wound so hard. Let me do it. I'll help you relax. It won't hurt so much." She vomited.
, and sat next to him, hugged him, reached out to hold his hand, and asked him to let go of his hand and not press the wound tightly.
Huan leaned on her a little weakly and loosened his hand, letting her handle it.
Yan Ruozhen gently massaged several pain-relieving acupuncture points near the wound. Maybe it was effective. She felt comfortable and still leaned against her, unwilling to get up.
"Can you not leave tonight?" he asked softly.
"Don't leave, what do you want to do to me?" she asked the key point.
"Just rub it for me like this. As soon as you stop, I feel the wound is extremely painful. It hurts so much that I can't help you. So don't leave. You have the responsibility to take care of me." He said seriously.
Yan Ruozhen thought about it for a while and finally agreed: "Okay, I do have a responsibility. So can you drink the tonic soup first? After talking nonsense for so long, it's already cool."
"I forgot to mention that your stew is not salty. Remember to add salt next time. It hurts again. I keep rubbing it..." Huan said with a smile. He smiled and then
The wound hurt, making him frown.
"I'm afraid it's too salty, which will be bad for the wound. I deliberately don't add too much salt."
"You are very reasonable..."
In this way, Yan Ruozhen stayed in Huan's room all night.
The next morning, during the investigation of the assassin, Mr. Yan, the Minister of War, came and needed to report the investigation situation to Huang Fengmo.
At this time, Huang Fengmo was feeling itchy because of the extremely itchy spot on his shin. He was worried that Yan Ruocheng must have deliberately given itching powder to him yesterday. The worst part was that when he woke up, it was already morning.
The lower body that had been sprayed with itching powder overnight was itchy, red and swollen, but it was sore and painful when scratched, and it was in dire straits.
He originally wanted to ask her to relieve the itch before meeting Master Yan, but Master Yan is a very punctual and stubborn person. If she wants to see him at this time, she must see him until she sees him, even if he asks his subordinates to stop him.
, can't stop him from coming.
Huang Fengmo had no choice but to try his best to hold back the itching under his body, and pretended to sit and receive him as if nothing had happened.
"Your Majesty, please see His Highness the First Prince." Lord Yan stepped forward and saluted.
"Without ceremony, please get up." He stretched out his hand, moved his body, and rubbed his lower body against the chair. Suddenly, a soreness and itching spread into his brain.
"Oh!" He couldn't help shouting.
"Your Highness, the eldest prince? You? Are you okay? Did you get injured from yesterday's ambush in the woods?" Mr. Yan observed carefully. As soon as he came in, he felt that Huang Fengmo's movements were stiff, and it was obvious that he was injured somewhere on his body.
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"No, it's okay. I just had a flash of pain in my waist the day before yesterday, and now I have some throbbing pain occasionally." Huang Fengmo explained in a concealed manner.
"My waist is flashing. I have a lot of research on waist injuries. Why don't you let me take a look at it?" Mr. Yan said kindly. Because Huang Fengmo was right about what he was good at, his father often suffered from back pain.
.So he did some research to treat these waist-related problems.
"No, no need. Master Yan, you should first talk about the situation of the assassin this time. My waist injury is not a problem, ah! Oh ah——!" Huang Fengmo said in a panic, forgetting to move his feet for a moment,
It twitched the itchy spot even more, causing him to cry out uncontrollably.
"Your Highness, your highness, I see that your waist injury is very serious. It's better not to delay it. Let me do it. I am very experienced. Don't be afraid." Mr. Yan went over and pulled him up.
Huang Fengmo didn't dare to exert any force on his lower body, so he was pulled up all of a sudden. He took a step, which was so itchy and painful that his feet trembled.