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Chapter 663 The Ninth Villain 16

Unconsciously, his thoughts drifted away, and Xia Houshen couldn't help thinking of the incident when Yao Jinkang came to the door and begged him to save his daughter Yao Nishang.

At that time, Yao Jinkang told him that he specially invited a fortune teller to do the calculation. He is the nobleman of Yao Nishang, and only he can rescue her from the cold palace. Yao Nishang has the lives of two husbands. Then she will be able to find her own wishful gentleman, and the emperor is not her real prince.

He is not a superstitious person, and he didn't believe Yao Jinkang's words, so he rejected him with a half-smile.

He didn't realize that his majestic regent would have anything to do with a concubine who was thrown into the cold palace by Xia Houjin?

Now it seems that he has to believe it, he unexpectedly met Yao Nishang by accident.

What is not evil fate?

Sighing faintly, Xia Hou went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and walked to the side of the bed, staring deeply at Jian Tong's unconscious face, which looked much more haggard than when she woke up, and her lips were pale. White, without a trace of blood.

Fortunately, his palm absorbed some internal energy, otherwise she would not have survived, she was much thinner than she imagined, and she didn't have much flesh on her body, she looked only skinny and boneless.

Unable to restrain himself, he reached out and stroked her cheek, and it was scorching hot. Xiahou was shocked, did she have a fever?

Damn!

Why do you have a fever?

He touched her hand again, and found that it was very cold, and pulled the quilt over her body with a frown.

Xia Hou was deeply thinking whether to go to the imperial doctor to come and see her, but he was also afraid that the people in the palace would see her appearance, so it would be bad to know her.

After all, for a concubine in the cold palace, it's really a bit inappropriate to be in his bedroom in the middle of the night.

After thinking for a while, Xia Houshen came out of the dormitory again, grabbed a maid who was watching the night, and ordered in a low voice, "The king is a little unwell, he has caught some cold, bring the medicine in a fried bowl, don't disturb the people in the palace. "

"Yes! My lord!" The maid answered and hurried over.

Xia Hou watched the maid leave, turned and returned to the bedroom, walked quickly to the bed, and touched Jian Tong's forehead again.

This woman's body was too weak, and she fell unconscious after being slapped by him, and even contracted a cold.

"...cold...so cold..." Jian Tong's body moved suddenly, and he muttered something in his mouth, but his small face suddenly wrinkled into a ball, and said in pain, "...it hurts...it hurts..."

"It deserves it!" Hearing her raving, Xia Houshen cursed angrily, but still covered her with a quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and took care of her, waiting for the medicine to come.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the bedroom, followed by the maid's voice, "My lord, the medicine is ready."

After hearing this, Xiahou hurriedly stood up from the bed, opened the door, reached out to bring the medicine over, and said, "You have nothing to do here, get out!"

"Yes! Your lord!" The maid immediately withdrew.

After dismissing the maid, Xiahou closed the door deeply, took the medicine and walked to the side of the bed, stirred the misty medicine juice in the bowl with a spoon, took a spoonful and put it on his lips and blew it, feeling the temperature After it was moderate, it was handed to Jian Tong's mouth to feed her. The medicine juice flowed down the corner of her mouth, and it couldn't be fed at all.

Seeing this, Xia Houshen simply put down the medicine bowl, stretched out a hand to pinch Jian Tong's mouth, scooped up another spoonful and fed it...

(End of this chapter)