When Ming Lanruo regained consciousness, it was because her throat felt as if it was on fire: "Water...water..."
Someone immediately picked her up, and there was a warm and soft touch on her lips. Someone opened her chapped lips, and the warm water slowly flowed into her throat.
Ming Lanruo was in a daze, hugging the other party instinctively, and sucked the warm water hard to relieve the pain in her throat.
After a few mouthfuls of warm water entered her throat, she felt slightly comfortable and was about to let go of the "cup" to take a breath.
But the next moment, the "cup" suddenly blocked her lips, and even penetrated her lips and tongue to explore unscrupulously.
Both gentle and rude.
Ming Lanruo couldn't help but gasp and reached out to return the "cup". She returned to her senses and realized something was wrong!
She suddenly opened her eyes, only to be met with a pair of dark, exquisite and eerie eyes.
"Let me go!" Ming Lanruo was startled and suddenly reached out to push the other person away.
But the next moment, Cang Qiao had straightened up and put down the medicine bowl in his hand: "I finally woke up."
Only then did Ming Lanruo realize that she was lying on a soft brocade bed, wearing soft silk clothes, and the fatal dizziness she had felt had dissipated.
She reluctantly sat up and covered her lips: "What were you doing just now?"
Cang Qiao was not wearing official uniform at the moment, but was wearing an indigo Taoist robe with wide sleeves, and her long hair was let down casually, making her look even more pure and pure, as leisurely as an elegant poet.
But his long, narrow and slightly raised eyes were still unpredictable and deep.
He touched his slightly swollen lips with his fingertips and said calmly: "What are you doing? In the past three days, I have just looked at a man who was too sick to drink medicine, and mercifully used his mouth to drink water, but...
I was treated too frivolously and frivolously several times."
Ming Lanruo's face turned red instantly - this person was farting!
Even though she was unconscious for three days, he was kind enough to feed her water, but then he kissed her so unscrupulously, it was not who he was!
Now it's her who is scorning him!
Ming Lanruo was in confusion, why did he kiss her...
But the next moment, she caught a glimpse of the faint agarwood fragrance wafting from the Boshan stove in the room, which was exactly the same as the smell on Yun Ni's clothes.
Her confused heart became cold again, and she just frowned and looked at him: "Did you bring me back?"
Obviously, the prince was the only one present when she fainted.
"What, who do you want to send you back, Prince?" Cang Qiao looked at her and raised her delicate eyes sarcastically.
When he turned around, he saw her and the prince fighting there, and he almost couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart.
Ming Lanruo didn't reply, but managed to get up and got out of bed holding on to the bedpost.
"What are you doing? You've been sick in bed for three days and you're already looking like a loser. Why don't you just lie back down?" Cang Qiao frowned and tried to hold her shoulders in displeasure.
Ming Lanruo faced him and bowed politely and bowed: "Lanruo, thank you uncle for helping me at Chunming Palace three days ago. I have been taking care of you these days. Lanruo is grateful."
Cang Qiao's fingers on her shoulders paused.
Her polite bow seemed to bridge the distance between him and her.
"Ming Lanruo..." Cang Qiao's eyes darkened.
But she stood up and smiled at him: "Yes, I haven't asked how the guard Yun Ni is doing. I went too far that day. How about I apologize to her?"
Cang Qiao looked at her coldly. She mentioned Yun Ni so calmly, without the tit-for-tat look before.
But he felt that her calmness was like a lump in his throat.
"What tricks do you want to play again?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Ming Lanruo sat down slowly while holding on to the bedpost and nodded: "Okay, uncle is so worried about Chief Yun, forget it, I won't go near her in the future."
Her attitude was obviously gentle, but every word she said made him feel uncomfortable.
Even the "uncle" he calls is familiar and friendly - he is no longer as flattering or even provocative and teasing as before.
It seems that he is really her uncle.
"Ming Lanruo, by making this gesture, are you blaming me for not noticing that you were sick, or blaming me for not rescuing you from the prison as soon as possible?"
Cang Qiao reached out and pinched her chin, asking expressionlessly.
Ming Lanruo sighed: "Master Qiantose, I know the emperor doesn't like me. Without your face, he would have chopped off my head without any reason."
She paused, raised her eyes, and looked at him lightly: "But you said, let me be your niece. I understand, this is a great thing. I said before that I want to be with you."
Silly words, they have indeed caused trouble to you."
She paused: "I won't say it again in the future."
"..." Cang Qiao looked at her quiet face, but felt empty in her heart, as if something was suffocating her.
Ming Lanruo gently pressed his hand on her chin, and slowly opened his fingers one by one: "Uncle, it hurts to have your face pinched like this. If you have anything to say next time, talk to me carefully.
,I am listening."
At that moment, he was in a trance. The woman in front of him seemed so far away under his palm, gradually moving away.
The corners of his eyes slowly turned red with irritability. He held down Ming Lanruo with his backhand, pressed her between his chest and the pillow, and gritted his teeth——
"If you really want to be my niece, you should stop having anything to do with your husband and stay in Dongchang!"
Ming Lanruo seemed completely unaware of his ambiguous gesture of holding her down.
She just sighed: "You know this is impossible. Both the Crown Prince and King Qin want to take advantage of me. Just because you are nine thousand years old, uncle, and play an important role in who can become the next emperor, so they will definitely find me."
She paused and then analyzed: "And my father's stubborn old man will definitely be bewitched by the prince, and he hates you very much, so the more you don't let him do something, the more he will do something, sooner or later he will not be bewitched by the prince.
To be dragged into the water is to be dragged into the water by the King of Qin."
Finally, Ming Lanruo looked at him and smiled helplessly: "So, I can't always stay in Dongchang and let my father die, but I promise you, the prince and King Qin are nothing to me!"
The man in his arms was chattering like this, analyzing logically, rationally and calmly, and seemed to trust him wholeheartedly.
It seems that he is a relative she can rely on.
No one can get her, and she only believes in him. This is the best situation he has ever imagined for her to be by his side, his only relative, the only one... he cares about.
Just because he swore an oath to another person.
but……
Cang Qiao closed her eyes and forced herself to endure the anxiety and violence in her heart.
But why, he seems to be losing something very important...
That was something he wanted to get even at the risk of his own life.
"You... shut up and stop talking!" He took a low, hard breath, suddenly let go of her, stood up coldly, and walked out.
Looking at his cold and dignified back, there was a look of confusion and even loneliness.
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes indifferently and covered herself with the quilt.