Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Shengfu waited by her side, and only spoke after the expression on her face returned to normal.

Remind Qiu Fu some things to pay attention to in daily life.

"From now on, Xiaomin will come here every day."

Qiu Fu subconsciously looked at her master.

Yan He held the candied fruit in his mouth and raised his eyes: "Why not just live in the Princess's Mansion? Wouldn't it be tiring to go back and forth all day?"

"It's not hard, it's not hard. This is what ordinary people should do."

As if he was afraid of being forced to stay, he didn't even stay for long and just turned around and ran away.

It feels like my butt is on fire.

Yan He blinked: "Am I that scary?"

"No."

"Then why is he running so fast?"

"Well...I don't know."

Half an hour later, Yan He ate a few mouthfuls of food to fill his stomach and sat on the corridor in the yard.

Qiu Fu endured it for a long time, but finally she was afraid that the weather was too cold and it would be bad for her health.

But he couldn't bear to let her go back, so he went back into the house and found a large robe for her to put on.

There was a weight on my shoulders, and my whole body was wrapped in it.

Yan He reached out and touched it, then tightened it a little.

"I'm probably the only one who wears a big hat in my home in Kyoto."

The winter in Dali is also very cold, but a thicker cloak is enough to keep out the cold.

When it comes to her, it's indeed a little lacking.

"Just keep the princess warm."

Nothing else matters.

I thought Shengfu would not change his mind, but when he came back, he changed his mind again.

I want him to stay in the princess's mansion so that I can call him anytime.

Yan He naturally had no objection, and Qiu Fu happily asked the servants to clean up the house.

Since physical discomfort is always aggravated at night, Shengfu took the last dose of medicine at night.

It probably has a suppressive and regulatory effect.

When Yan He lay down, he felt a little more relaxed than the day before.

Although I still cough, the stuffy feeling inside has been relieved a lot.

When sleepiness came over me, I fell asleep quickly and seemed quite sound.

Fearing that something might happen at night, Qiu Fu did not dare to turn off the lights. She lit two candles and went to the outer room.

The room was quiet.

The delicate and sickly beauty had one hand on her belly and the other on her chest.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not feeling well, but he did not wake up.

A figure appeared in front of the bed at some point and sat down like he did yesterday.

He clenched his fists and placed them on his knees, staring for a long time.

Only until the person on the bed started coughing again did he take any action.

I pulled over the pair of fair and delicate hands and gently pressed on the thenar acupoint according to Shengfu's instructions today.

The skin under his hands was delicate, so he didn't dare to use too much force with his martial arts hands.

His deep brows were lowered, and he pressed the button carefully for who knows how long.

The person on the bed suddenly turned over, pressed his right hand against his chest and gasped heavily, accompanied by a tearing cough.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Qi Yu frowned, and gently patted her delicate back with his big hands. He wanted to get up and call Sheng Fu over.

Just took my hand back.

Suddenly, there were a few "patter" sounds, and big drops of water hit the quilt, rippling out tears.

His heart felt empty.

The hand at his side was gently pulled, without any strength at all. As long as he took a step back, he would be able to break free.

But his feet seemed to be fixed and he couldn't move at all.

The person on the bed had recovered and was lying on his side with a pale face and no energy.

Panting with eyes closed.

For a moment it was hard to tell whether she was sane or not.

Qi Yu didn't leave after all. He sat down beside the bed, followed his heart, picked up the person and held him in his arms.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his slightly rough fingertips and gently patted her back.

The person in my arms seemed to have fallen asleep again, with his eyes closed, as if he didn't notice that there was another person in the room.

It is even more impossible that he did not notice that the two of them were too close.

Just when Qi Yu had waited for a long time and was about to put the person down, a grumbling of grievance came from him.

"It's all your fault."

He lowered his head subconsciously.

Her beautiful eyes only opened slightly, full of haziness: "It's all because of you that I'm so uncomfortable."

"..."

General Qi, who had never had any interaction with the little princess before, was inexplicably accused of something.

He lowered his eyes to look at the fair little face for a long while, and finally agreed: "Well, it's all my fault."

General Qi has a high level of awareness.

Although he knew that the princess had this disease since childhood, he was wrong if it would make her feel better.

The person in his arms was quiet for a while, one hand tightly grasping the clothes on his chest: "...Give my things back to me."

"what?"

"..."

But she stopped talking.

This time he really fell asleep again. Although his breathing was still heavy, it was much smoother.

Qi Yu hugged her tighter in his arms, carefully pulled her hand down, and continued pressing on the acupoints.

I dare not let him go rashly.

I coughed again in the second half of the night, and there was blood in it, but it was better than the previous day.

Perhaps it was because he had someone familiar around him that Yan He felt more comfortable.

She knew Qi Yu was coming.

But I don’t have the energy to ask him, nor do I want to ask, lest someone avoids me next time.

When I woke up in the morning, I was the only one in the room.

"Qiu Fu?"

"..."

Yan He just propped himself up and leaned on the bed, but he couldn't breathe anymore.

This body is really killing me.

"The princess is awake?"

Qiu Fu opened the door and came in with hot water: "Doctor Shengfu is decocting medicine in the kitchen and will be here soon."

Thinking of that smell, Yan Hesheng felt hopeless and even wanted to pretend he didn't hear it and just lie down and continue sleeping.

"what?"

Qiu Fu looked at the several packets of oil paper and several strings of candied haws on the table and asked in surprise: "Princess, what are these? Who sent them? Did anyone come just now?"

It's too early, right?

Yan He then noticed that something was placed there, and said calmly, "Open it and take a look."

Didn't answer her question.

Qiu Fu didn't pay much attention to it. She removed the drawstring and untied them one by one.

Poria cake, dried figs, and osmanthus cake.

There are too many types.

"Princess, there are so many delicious foods."

Qiu Fu was pleasantly surprised and wrapped the oil paper again. She had a guess in her mind: "Did His Majesty send someone to deliver it?"

"No."

"No? Then who is it?"

She couldn't think of anyone else except His Majesty.

After Yan He finished washing up, he sat down at the table. Suddenly he felt hungry and picked up a piece of osmanthus cake to taste it.

Sweet, melt-in-your-mouth, well-cooked, and not sticky to your teeth.

"Ahem...delicious, would you like to try it?"

"Thank you, Princess."

Shengfu came in with the medicine and looked at Yan He's face. Maybe he slept well last night.

I feel a little better.

"It's time for the princess to take her medicine."

"Okay, thank you for your help. Let others do it next time."

“They can’t control the heat.”

"Then thank you for your hard work."

Shengfu didn't dare to accept it, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "It's not bitter, not bitter."