The full-level boss really doesn't want to be green tea anymore

Seeing Shen Wangshu walking in, Shuang Feichen hurriedly gave up his position on the edge of the bed, motioning for Shen Wangshu to feel Wen Moyan's pulse.

Shen Wangshu didn't talk too much, saving people is the most important thing.

It's just that as soon as he held Wen Moyan's wrist, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

He looked at Shuang Feichen, Shuang Feichen nodded knowingly and said, "Yan'er is not pregnant, I hope Imperial Physician Shen can help cover up this matter."

Shen Wangshu said helplessly: "My lord, this kind of thing can be hidden for a while, but it cannot be hidden forever."

Shuang Feichen replied: "There are many things, and there are many dreams in the night. This king needs to use some means to completely control the situation."

Shen Wangshu didn't raise his head, and while checking his pulse, he responded: "Measures are used to deal with outsiders, not to plot against relatives."

Shuang Feichen was slightly taken aback, and then understood what Shen Wangshu meant.

What Shen Wangshu was talking about was not Wen Moyan, but the Frost Origin Star outside.

Shuang Feichen's lips moved, wanting to explain what happened to An Meiren, but he held back the words.

Frost Yuanxing is outside, and it is obviously not a good time to talk about this right now, so we should wait until the troubles in front of us are over.

Shen Wangshu saw that Shuang Feichen didn't respond, so he didn't say much anymore, he just let go of Wen Moyan's hand and said: "The princess is very weak, and she seems to be suffering from the wind and cold because of being overworked. The next official prescribed a prescription, according to the prescription Take the medicine, and you will be cured in three days. Just don't be too tired these days."

Shuang Feichen nodded and said, "Okay, Qing Lan, go get medicine with Imperial Physician Shen."

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Not long after Shen Wangshu left, Qing Lan sent the boiled medicine.

Shuang Feichen looked at Wen Moyan who fell into a deep sleep, thought for a while and still didn't wake her up, but lay gently beside her, observing her state all the time.

This observation lasted for a whole night.

Early the next morning, when Wen Moyan woke up in a daze, she found herself lying in Shuang Feichen's arms, holding Shuang Feichen tightly.

Wen Moyan was startled for a moment, then quickly withdrew her hand, but Shuang Feichen's voice came from above her head: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Wen Moyan was startled, and sat up hastily, but just as she raised her head, she suddenly felt that the world was turning, and she fell back all over again.

Shuang Feichen quickly supported her, and said helplessly, "Slow down, you've got a cold."

Wen Moyan rubbed her sore temples, and said, "Huh? I...I have a fever?"

Shuang Feichen nodded, and while instructing Qing Lan to warm up the medicine, he brought a cup of warm water and handed it to Wen Moyan.

Wen Moyan drank the water and felt much more comfortable, but she was still very dizzy.

Shuang Feichen reached out to test Wen Moyan's forehead, but she subconsciously avoided it.

Shuang Feichen's hands froze in mid-air, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Wen Moyan gave a wry smile, and rubbed her head up again.

Shuang Feichen shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "That's all, I don't force you to do so."

"Huh?" Wen Moyan looked up at Shuang Feichen suspiciously.

Shuang Feichen stretched out his hand to rub Wen Moyan's hair, and continued: "Since you don't want to say, why did you leave, then the king will not ask, you don't have to worry about it, think too much, it's natural Injury. I just want to ask you, since you are back, have you decided not to leave?"

Wen Moyan understood, it turned out that Shuang Feichen thought that she was suffering from anxiety and illness because she could not explain her behavior.

Wen Moyan thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

She really decided not to leave for the time being, now that the Qibao of Tianlong Temple has been found, she should at least help Shuang Feichen and his Qibao before leaving.

Seeing her nodding, Shuang Feichen breathed a sigh of relief.

It just so happened that Qinglan brought the hot soup at this time, and Shuang Feichen quickly brought the medicine to Wen Moyan, raised a spoonful of the medicine, put it on his lips to cool it, and then handed it to Wen Moyan.

Wen Moyan glanced at Shuang Feichen timidly, then lowered her eyes and said, "My lord, I can drink it myself."

"But this king wants to feed you!" Shuang Feichen's tone was calm but firm, and there was a stubbornness that could not be ignored between the lines.

Wen Moyan knew that Shuang Feichen still had resentment in his heart.

It was just because she happened to be sick, so he chose to digest his grievances by himself, and he also chose not to force her to explain.

This man...how can he be both indifferent and warm, blending contradictory personalities so well.

Wen Moyan pursed her lips, after all, she did not refuse, and slowly opened her mouth to accept Shuang Feichen's kindness.

The soup is very bitter, and Wen Moyan tasted it to treat the wind and cold.

She couldn't help frowning and her eyes were red because of the pain. Facing Shuang Feichen, she didn't dare to struggle and refuse.

That kind of innate fear, like the suppression of blood, made Wen Moyan, who was fearless, unable to explain it clearly.

After finally finishing the bowl of medicine, Shuang Feichen put down the medicine bowl, sighed and said, "It's so bitter and unbearable, why didn't you refuse or say anything?"

"Good... good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease." Wen Moyan explained with her head down.

Shuang Feichen shook his head slightly, he supported Wen Moyan's shoulders with both hands, and said, "Raise your head and look at me."

Wen Moyan slowly raised her head and looked at him with a little doubt.

Shuang Feichen continued: "You don't resist, not because the medicine tastes bad, but because you are afraid, Yan'er, this king doesn't understand, why you are so afraid of this king, did this king do anything to hurt you? "

Wen Moyan was slightly taken aback, then shook her head again and again. At this time, Shuang Feichen had never done anything to hurt her.

Seeing her shake her head, Shuang Feichen thought for a while and continued, "That's all right. This king will give you a promise. Don't mention the past and forget about the past. From today on, no matter what you do, this king will believe that you have good intentions." , even if you personally assassinate this king, as long as you say you have difficulties, this king will believe you. And this king has only one request for you, don't leave, don't leave this king, okay?"

Shuang Feichen wanted to tell Wen Moyan that the old story of her helping the prince had been overturned.

Wen Moyan looked at Shuang Feichen in a daze, and really didn't understand why such an outstanding man liked her.

She is so deviant, she doesn't look like a lady in the slightest, and she can't even write her own name well. Is it special enough for him to like her?

blah blah blah!

Shuang Feichen flicked Wen Moyan's mind, and instantly called Wen Moyan back from his fugue.

Shuang Feichen said helplessly: "This king is talking to you, what are you thinking about?"

Wen Moyan lowered her head and said, "It's nothing, I'm thinking... I have some things that I can't explain clearly, and the prince doesn't care about it?"

Shuang Feichen nodded and said, "As long as your original intention is good, I don't have to worry about it."

Wen Moyan pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Okay, then I... will not leave!"