Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Wu Si followed Doctor Sun to get medicine, and when he came back he saw a big bump on the bed.

Her princess was hiding inside, probably asleep again.

If you don’t have breakfast, you will miss lunch soon.

She had no choice but to put the medicine down first.

He patted her gently and said, "Princess, get up and eat something. I'll go to the kitchen to boil some medicine."

Imperial Doctor Sun just said that if you don’t fill your stomach, you won’t have much energy.

You also need to get up and walk around more so you can get better faster.

The bulge moved.

Then a little red face popped out, turned over and fell down again.

He muttered, "Okay... I'll get up right away... You go ahead..."

"Wusi helps the princess get dressed."

"No."

"Then Wu Si, go get some hot water?"

"it is good."

Yan He lay on the quilt with his eyes closed, feeling sleepy, and heard the footsteps going away.

Only then did he reluctantly sit up from the bed.

The clothes I was going to wear had been neatly folded and placed aside last night.

Wait until she buttons the last button.

Wu Si just came in with hot water.

"Are you cold, Princess? Do you want to wear a hat today?"

Yan He soaked his hands in the water and felt it.

Even after putting on the clothes, it was still not very warm. Almo's hat was a furry one.

Wearing it does help.

"it is good."

She naturally ate with the vegetarians in the temple, as the food was light.

I just don’t feel well today and my appetite isn’t very good either.

He took a few bites and put his chopsticks down.

I originally wanted to go out for a walk in the yard, but when I passed by the recliner, I sat down again.

Staring at the Bodhi tree in the distance, the autumn wind blows, and the ground is covered with fallen fruits and yellow leaves.

Apart from the rustling sound, the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Yan He leaned against it like this, and for a moment he was dazed, as if he had returned to the realm of gods.

Everything in the world seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Including Yousuo.

I feel like it’s pretty good to be a monk here, to cultivate my mind, body and practice.

Thinking of this, Yan He got up from the recliner and slowly walked towards the Bodhi tree.

Anyway, Doctor Sun said that the medicine would have to be boiled for at least fifteen minutes before it would take effect.

"Kachi kachi——"

"Crack——"

The embroidered shoes that Yan Rui specially prepared for her were soaked in water yesterday.

The exquisite embroidered boots stepped on the fallen leaves, making bursts of crisp sounds.

Yan He sniffed and walked around the Bodhi tree somewhat bored.

After circling around for an unknown number of times, a gray figure approached from not far away.

The bald head was shiny in the sun.

Yan He blinked, stood still, and looked down at his hand.

When the other party came up to him, he could only salute with one hand because he was holding something in his hand: "Amitabha, good afternoon, donor."

"Master Qing'an."

"I heard that you caught a cold. I wonder how you are doing?"

"It's nothing serious. Please take care of me, Master."

"Amitabha."

I don’t know where he learned this. He is so calm despite his young age.

Yan He's thought just flashed through his mind.

I saw the little monk lifting the basket in his hands, the orange-yellow color was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

He grinned and said, "These persimmons are ripe. You can eat them anytime. We picked them this morning."

"Where should I put it for you?"

Yan He just saw it.

Hearing what he said, I subconsciously took another look: "Newly picked? Picked from the tree?"

"Yes, didn't you want to eat them yesterday? But the three I picked yesterday were not ripe yet."

Wu Si is not here.

The little monk didn't feel comfortable going into the house, so he put the basket on the stone table in the yard and left.

Yan He stood there for a while.

She reached out and picked one. It was round, bigger and softer than the one she picked yesterday.

When you get closer, you can smell a faint scent of persimmon.

It naturally whetted her appetite.

She took a handkerchief as a cushion, peeled off the skin, and took a careful bite.

The taste is quite different from yesterday.

Very sweet.

As she ate, she reached into the basket and found that almost every one of them felt the same.

It’s impossible for persimmons to be fully ripe overnight.

So this is what Jia Xuan asked Qing'an to pick and send over?

Was it just for her or for everyone?

That gentle face unconsciously appeared in my mind, and I put it back with some disappointment.

Buddha is about saving all living beings, and she understands that.

...................................

"Princess."

Just as I was thinking about it, Wu Si came over with the medicine.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she smelled a strong scent of bitter grass, but when she got closer, the aroma of persimmon was gone.

Almost instantly, the smell in the room was covered by the medicine.

"The princess drank the medicine."

Wu Si put down the food tray and was a little surprised to see the tray full of persimmons: "Did the princess go to pick persimmons again?"

"No, it was given to me by my young master."

Yan He took the bowl, blew on it, then took a big gulp. His originally normal face instantly wrinkled into a ball.

The disgusting taste seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she almost vomited the persimmons she was eating.

He put the medicine bowl down and leaned back in disgust: "Why can it be so bitter?"

She was clearly prepared, but it was clear that she had done too little.

Wu Si felt a little bit sorry when he saw their princess with tears in her eyes.

But he still had to tell her the truth: "Princess, didn't you ask Imperial Doctor Sun to prescribe the fastest-acting medicine?"

"..."

The medicine that works the fastest is not necessarily the bitterest.

"Then I'll peel a persimmon and eat it with it?"

"......it is good."

Wu Si thought that he had to take a mouthful of medicine and a mouthful of persimmon at a time, so he didn't dare to delay lest it get cold.

Yan He didn't wait, but pinched his nose, picked it up and drank it in one breath.

Without waiting for it to be peeled, he took it and took a bite.

Then I found that the effect was not as good without sugar, but the conditions in the temple were already very good.

Now it was Wu Si's turn to frown, feeling heartbroken.

Crouching aside, he said, "Princess, why don't we go down the mountain?"

"I want to stay a few more days."

"......Yes."

Yan He had caught a cold, and Yan Rui soon found out and rushed over that same day.

He looked her up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that nothing was wrong.

He also tried to persuade her to leave, but was also rejected.

"Why? You don't pray for blessings or chant Buddha's name here. If my father knew that I didn't take good care of you, he would definitely skin me alive."

"It's quiet here."

Yan Rui looked as if he had heard something earth-shattering and was stunned for a moment.

A person who runs wild on the grassland all day long actually says he wants to have peace and quiet in the temple?

I tried to hold back, but still couldn't help but reach out.

Yan He dodged directly.

Puzzled, she pushed him away: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"I think you are confused because of the fever."

"No."

"Why don't you go back with me?"

"We're not going back to Almo. Call me when we get back to Almo."