Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 172 Disaster for the Nation Demon Fairy (52)

Huo Xiao received the letter when it was slightly cold.

He had already given up the throne for Jiang Wan, the last wish of his mother and concubine, and the entrustment of his grandfather.He thought, as long as he could bring her back by his side, even if it cost his life, he would!

So in just a few months, he assembled the army to fight quickly and fight every day, but within half a year, he had already made the four countries bow their heads and proclaim themselves ministers.

Not enough, not enough.

He wants to hurry up and take Wan Wan away from Fu Zhan, and take her to a place where no one can find her!
Hide her.

It is also good to take care of her for the rest of her life.

Until one day when I woke up, I saw a gray pigeon standing on the window lattice, with a secret letter tied to the pigeon's foot.

After reading it, Huo Xiao was shocked.

It turned out that Wanwan wanted him to proclaim himself emperor.

But only by sitting in that high and powerful position can she be protected from worries in this life!

Since it was what she asked for, so what if he overthrew this prosperous dynasty for her?

But Huo Xiao didn't notice it.

The person who came to deliver the letter was a hidden pigeon that can only be used by emperors.

He never even thought about why such a secret letter of instigating rebellion would be sent to him so blatantly.
Jiang Wan was still taken aback by the news of Huo Xiao's rebellion.

She went to Fu Zhan's quiet courtyard early in the morning, and stepped in without waiting for anyone to tell her.

Fu Zhan has already got up, but can't get out of bed.

Jiang Wan walked to the side of the couch and saw that Fulin was serving him medicine, "give it to me."

Fulin hurriedly said "ah", and handed the porcelain jade soup bowl to the beauty, then retreated from the room in a small step, and closed the door again, giving the two people a place to talk.

Holding the medicine bowl, Jiang Wan scooped up a spoonful of soup medicine and was about to pass it to Fu Zhan's lips, but found that he was looking at her with strangely bright eyes, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

He tugged his paper-white lips, "Be good and look good."

A mouthful of soup was put into his mouth, and the beauty scolded angrily on the side of the couch with blushing cheeks, "It's getting worse and worse!"

Fu Zhan swallowed the soup with a smile, and frowned again.

Jiang Wan tightened her fingers holding the spoon, "What's wrong? Choked?"

He shook his head.

His brows knit together, and his jaw tightened even more.

For some reason, seeing him like this, Jiang Wan's heart beat in a panic.

"bitter."

Jiang Wan thought she heard it wrong, she winked and asked, "What?"

Fu Zhan squinted at her, his handsome face wrinkled together, "This medicine is so bitter."

Jiang Wan almost laughed angrily.

She extorted a confession from Fulin, and asked Fu Zhan if it was an old disease, and it was a cold disease that had accumulated in his body for 20 years.

There is no cure.

He is not even afraid of death, but now he is afraid of the pain of medicine?
"Oh." Jiang Wan took a sip from the medicine bowl with no expression on her face, and then sternly exposed his lies, "My husband thinks it's bitter, but my wife thinks it's tasteless."

"That must be because the lady's mouth is sweet, and the bitterness of the medicine is lightened." Fu Zhan let go of his eyebrows, and when he looked at her sideways, he smiled a little obediently, and a little bit badly, "Otherwise, the lady used her mouth to feed the husband the medicine. Bar?"

Mouth feeding?
What an out-and-out fool!

Jiang Wan wanted to put the medicine in his hand on his face, but seeing his sickly appearance, she held back.

He raised his hand and took another sip of the medicine, but instead of swallowing it, he bent down to cover his somewhat pale lips.

He obediently stopped making any fuss, and finished drinking the soup in a short while.

Jiang Wan wiped his mouth for him, "It won't be hard to feed like this?"

He corrected, "It's pretty sweet."

Jiang Wan poked his arm with a smile, "Pretentious!"

Fu Zhan clasped her wrist and dragged her onto the couch, "Come up, lie down with me for a while."

As he spoke, he moved sideways.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Wan held him down, "Don't move."

She kicked off her embroidered shoes and was about to get on the bed when she heard him say in a serious manner, "Mistress, take off your clothes."

Jiang Wan, "??"

Fu Zhan's expression was the same, and he was upright, "The doctor said, my husband's body is cold, so he is so warm."

Jiang Wan, "." She can trust him tentatively.

Naked slipped into the bed, wrapping his arms around his waist.

The cool sandalwood fragrance rubbed against the tip of her nose again and again, seeping into her heart.

The peace and contentment makes people drowsy, wanting to drown in that embrace.

Jiang Wan moved her arms, and squeezed her body further into his arms.

This peaceful and harmonious atmosphere was soon broken by the Hunjun who showed his true colors.

A little cold on the legs.

Like a few little snakes, slowly looking for a warm greenhouse.

"Fu Zhan!" Jiang Wan bit her lip and called out to him fiercely.

When she looked up, she saw that the man lowered his head to look at her innocently.

"Hand out." She moved her waist.

Fu Zhan blinked, his voice was soft and weak, "Ah Zhan's fingers are cold."

cold fingers
Jiang Wan snorted and exhaled, and buried her head in his arms again.

Forget it.

This stupid king is so pitiful, spoil him.

Another half hour of silence.

"Don't help Zhan."

"Don't move! Don't move!"

(End of this chapter)