Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 92 Boys have to protect themselves (fifty)

Nan Huai raised his hem and knelt down suddenly, "Please give me medicine from the divine doctor."

The guards who followed behind knelt on the ground together.

The boy froze for a moment.

The handsome and handsome man didn't even hesitate, didn't struggle, just knelt up straight like that.

He has always been afraid of the cold, because before he saw the Patriarch having an affair with someone, the Patriarch locked him in the ancestral hall and did not allow him to eat.

He knelt on the Pu Tuan, it was very cold at that time, the ancestral hall was bleak and dark, cool and dark, he could even hear the whistling wind clearly.

He hoped someone could give him a steamed bun, because he was cold and hungry, his head was dizzy, his throat was sore, and his bones were shaking.

How much he wanted someone to hug him, but there was none, not one.

Since then, he has been most afraid of the cold.

The snow is thickest here in the snow-capped mountains, and it happens to be cold at the end of winter, so heavy snow falls one after another.

Nan Huai knelt in the snow, the cold seeping into his bones, hissing.

When he thought of His Highness's bright smile and bright red lips, he didn't feel cold anymore. His heart was warm, so it was very warm.

Nan Huai knelt in the snow for a day and a night, there were thin snowflakes on her slender eyelashes, and the eyebrows were also stained.

His originally rosy lips also became dry without a trace of blood.

His whole body was shaking, as if he could hear the creaking of his bones, his body was covered with a lot of snow, and his whole body was about to turn into a snowman.

But he never gave up, his teeth were chattering, and it didn't matter, he said out loudly, "Please give me medicine, sir."

His back was straight, but he was so small on the snow.

I don't know if the eccentric genius doctor was moved or what, but he finally appeared.

A box made of mahogany, inside is a pill.

When the imperial husband saw it, he took it and wanted to leave.

The old man, a miracle doctor, saw that his feet were not able to walk as well as he could, and said, "Your legs are suffering from the cold. Stay here for two days, otherwise the foot pain will accompany you for the rest of your life."

Nan Huai resigned. No one knows what happened to His Highness's corpse better than him. If he doesn't go back, His Highness will...

His Highness loves beauty so much, he will definitely not like it.

"No need."

Then he bowed his hands respectfully and left.

When I got back to the house, I asked someone to prepare hot water. The medicine would dissolve instantly in water, and the dead would keep their skin from rotting after taking a bath.

The hot water was misty, and in this steaming space, a slender figure was lying quietly, the corners of the eyes still showing a unique expression, and the long black hair hung down in the water, covering a large area of ​​skin on her back.

His eyes fell on it, and a thick mist spread out of his dark eyes in an instant.

The thick eyelashes were drawn down, covering the burning thick paranoia in those pupils, and the eyes were terribly hot.

The young man's hand touched the delicate skin of the woman, and the base of his ear turned red, but the movement of his hand still did not stop.

His Highness promised to accompany him for the rest of his life, so even if His Highness died, he had to be by his side.

Gently wiped her body, afraid of hurting her a little.

The ends of his eyes were stained by the mist, and his fair face had a faint pink tint.

When Tan Sang was about to bathe and change clothes, he gasped heavily and swallowed a mouthful of blood from his throat.

But he didn't care. Instead, holding on to the eyebrow pencil, he carefully traced her eyebrows and put on makeup for her.

That hand had always been used only for writing, and he didn't like to imitate other people who learned to draw in order to please his wife.

But as soon as he saw His Highness, he thought about it.

Her movements were gentle, as if she was alone with the tip of her heart, wishing to give her all the good things, as long as she opened her mouth to call him.

Everyone said he was crazy, talking to a dead man, and only he knew they were all fools.

Obviously His Highness is still in his arms...

(End of this chapter)