Before he finished speaking, Qi Jue gave him a chestnut on the back of his head.
"Twenty more lashes."
Feiyu immediately shut his mouth and rubbed the back of his head in grievance. He was right. His Highness could just beat him. Why should he be punished with another twenty lashes? It would be too miserable for him to receive forty lashes in one day!
After Liu Xiang left, Feiyu still wanted to speak, but Qi Juexun glanced at him and said, "You also go out."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Feiyu left, Qi Jue saw the jade bowl on the table. Liu Xiang left in a hurry, and Yan Mingzhu hadn't even given the medicine to drink yet.
Just as Qi Jue was about to call a maid in to give him medicine, suddenly Yan Mingzhu moved on the bed, and with her movement, most of the brocade quilt slipped off the side of the bed.
After hesitating for a moment, Qi Jue approached, bent down, pulled up the brocade quilt that was dragging on the ground, and put it back on Yan Mingzhu's body.
Just as he was about to take his hand back, Yan Mingzhu suddenly turned over and hugged his arm tightly.
Immediately afterwards, he took her hot face and rubbed it on Qi Jue's arm, like a little kitten acting coquettishly.
Such an intimate behavior made Qi Jue freeze up, and his face instantly dropped. This woman is really getting more and more aggressive!
"Yan Mingzhu, if you don't let go of your hand, I will chop off your hand and feed it to the dogs!"
The man's low and cold voice sounded close to Yan Mingzhu's ear, seeming to be a very ferocious threat.
But Yan Mingzhu, who was so burned out, couldn't hear it at all. On the contrary, in her daze, she smelled a faint, refreshing fragrance of cold sandalwood.
Smelling this fragrance instantly made her head no longer hurt. She instinctively wanted to get closer and smell it for a while longer.
Qi Jue saw that Yan Mingzhu not only did not let go, but also hugged her even tighter. His majestic Prince Dingbei, had he ever been so frivolous by a woman?
Seeing that the verbal threats failed, Qi Jue planned to use violence directly and pry her fingers apart.
But just when she was about to take action, she heard her trembling voice, crying with grievance and coquettishness: "Brother, Zhuzhu is so cold..."
Qi Jue paused and looked down at the woman who was almost hanging half of her body on him.
The originally pale face turned red due to the high fever, and there was a lot of sweat on the forehead.
If it weren't for the fact that she was unconscious from a high fever, it would be hard to believe that such a girl, despite her physical discomfort, detoxified him and had the audacity to discuss cooperation with him.
I thought she was fearless before, but I forgot that she was only a sixteen-year-old girl. If placed in an ordinary family, she would still be a spoiled and delicate girl.
Qi Jue only hesitated for a moment, then did not continue the action just now, and instead picked up the jade bowl beside him.
He scooped up a spoonful of medicine and handed it to Yan Mingzhu's mouth, with a cold and proud tone: "Yan Mingzhu, open your mouth and drink the medicine."
Yan Mingzhu closed her eyes and instinctively turned her face to the side, "No..."
But Qi Jue didn't have this patience. It was unprecedented for him to condescend to give medicine to people personally, and he was still a woman.
So regardless of whether Yan Mingzhu wanted it or not, he forcefully poured a spoonful of medicine into her mouth.
Just as he was about to scoop another spoonful, he noticed that the woman in his arms was trembling. When he lowered his eyes, he found a line of clear tears sliding down the corners of his eyes. The big tears were falling down as if they were free of money.
Qi Jue couldn't stand women crying the most. If it were the women who admired him, he would have turned around and left long ago.
But the woman in his arms hugged him so tightly that even though the golden beans were falling, she cried silently, as if he had done something heinous and bullied her.
Qi Jue could only comfort her stiffly: "You...stop crying."
The girl in his arms was still crying. Qi Jue sighed helplessly, feeling that coaxing a woman was more troublesome than going into battle to kill the enemy.
"What should I do so that I don't cry?"
The woman in his arms seemed to have said something, but it was so soft that Qi Jue didn't hear it clearly, so he could only lower his head and get closer.
The hot breath, with the thick nasal cavity of crying, penetrated into the ears: "Sugar steamed cheese, Zhuzhu wants to eat..."
Steamed cheese with sugar? What kind of food is that? Why hasn't he heard of it?
"Rainy Rain."
Feiyu was still worrying that he was about to receive forty lashes and his hair was falling out. When he heard Qi Jue calling him, he immediately felt that he had the chance to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds.
He quickly opened the door and said, "Your Highness, I'm here!"
As a result, when he opened the door, he saw that almost half of Yan Mingzhu was hanging on His Highness, but His Highness did not push him away!
This, this, this... He had just vowed to Liu Xiang that his Highness's iron tree would never bloom for ten thousand years, but as soon as Liu Xiang left, His Highness hugged the girl from the Yan family. Don't slap her in the face too soon!
Qi Jue had no idea what was going on in Feiyu's head, but he didn't have time to argue with him right now, "Go and ask the little kitchen if they know anything about steamed cheese with sugar."
Monk Feiyu Erzhang was confused. Although he didn't know what His Highness meant, he immediately went to the small kitchen to ask the cook.
Then he quickly turned back and said, "Your Highness, I have asked all the cooks, but they don't know what sugar-steamed cheese is. Your Highness is hungry? I asked the small kitchen to make something that Your Highness likes to eat and send it over?"
Qi Jue thought for a moment, "Then go get some candied fruits."
Feiyu hurried to the small kitchen to ask for candied fruit. Qi Jue twisted a candied fruit in a small golden plate and stuffed it into Yan Mingzhu's mouth.
Yan Mingzhu tasted the sweetness and instinctively licked it with the tip of her tongue.
Qi Jue was about to take back his hand, but something moist and soft was licked by Leng Buding's fingertips.
At that moment, his heart seemed to be touched. Qi Jue suddenly retracted his hand. Feiyu saw his abnormal expression and asked curiously: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Qi Jue said nothing happened, but his earlobes turned red quietly.
Fortunately, the candlelight in the room was not too bright, so it did not betray his somewhat panicked mood at the moment.
After finally giving Yan Mingzhu a bowl of medicine, she still refused to let go.
Feiyu was horrified to see this. You must know that there was once a noble girl from a noble family who pretended to fall and fell into Qi Jue's arms. He immediately removed her hand from her on the spot.
"Your Highness, how about... my subordinates, please open Miss Yan's fingers?"
Qi Jue looked down at the woman in his arms with an unclear look in his eyes, "That's it, step back."
Just as Feiyun came back from interrogating the Seven Star Sect's hall master in the dungeon, he saw Feiyu muttering with his head down.
"What were you mumbling all the way? Did you hit a ghost?"
Feiyu shouted, "It's something worse than seeing a ghost!"
Feiyun was too lazy to pay attention to him, ignored him and planned to report to Qi Jue.
"Hey, why did you leave without asking me what the big deal was?"
It’s hard to hold back a huge secret, but you have to find someone to share it with!
"You've been whining all day. What's the big deal? Don't get in the way. I want to report the matter to His Highness."
Feiyu quickly hugged his arm, "No, you can't disturb His Highness's good deeds!"