[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

Sheng Changyuan fed Luo He a medicinal meal spoonful by spoonful.

There were sleep aids in the medicated diet, Luo He yawned softly after finishing the medicated diet, rolled over wrapped in a quilt, and fell asleep with his back to Sheng Changyuan.

The imperial doctor said that King Qian was worried and thoughtful, and he needed to get rid of distracting thoughts and take good care of him.

Sheng Changyuan didn't know why he was so worried, but it was definitely not because of him.

But he is his.

He has to make him well, and he has the responsibility to bring him back to his original state. Even if he is no longer romantic and innocent, at least he must have the spirit of a young man who can go out of the rivers and lakes with a sword and dare to go to Qionglou with a pen.

Sheng Changyuan couldn't stay with him for too long, Beichen Kingdom had just conquered Nanchen Kingdom, and there were still too many things for him to deal with.

The mountain of government affairs might not be able to be dealt with all night without sleep, but at this time when he was so busy, he put aside the pile of things and came to accompany his little prince for half a day.

He has always recognized it clearly.

He got to where he is now, not for power, not for the beauty of the country, but for taking his little prince as his own in a legitimate way, and then pampering him to the heavens.

If you want the stars to the stars, and the moon to the moon, no one in the world dares to speak up.

Even the little prince doesn't want to run away.

"I am leaving."

Sheng Changyuan said.

He walked to the door, turned his head, and saw a thin figure protruding from the bed, and the candlelight lengthened the shadow silently.

Luohe is sleeping.

Even if she was awake, she would not wave at him behind him and smile like a luxurious picture like before.

"Yiyi, let's go."

Or run after him and jump on his back.

"Yiyi, my lord orders you to carry me with you!"

As if something was lost in Sheng Changyuan's heart, the maid closed the door, and Sheng Changyuan asked people to call Acha and Ajian to serve him tomorrow, and left with downcast eyes.

Inside the hall.

Hearing the sound of the man's footsteps fading away, Luo He opened his eyes with clarity.

He got up, pushed open the window of the side hall, was blown by the wind and snow, and immediately turned his little face red from the cold.

There were also two guards standing under the window, and they saluted Luo He before closing the window.

Luo He's voice was hoarse, but his momentum was not weak.

"Bring me that pot of flowers."

The potted flower that Luo He pointed at was withered and fallen, and the delicate porcelain flower pot was frozen into an ice lump in the continuous heavy snow.

The guards didn't understand what he wanted this for, but Luo He's attention was visible to the naked eye, and he was not flattering but he couldn't offend him either.

One guard was still guarding the window, and another guard brought in a flower pot. Luo He took it with both hands, eyes slightly bent, "Thank you."

As soon as the words came out, the two guards were taken aback, and after a while, a guard said bluntly: "It's freezing cold, King Qian's body is still unhealed, it's better to close the windows to avoid catching cold."

I don't know if he said this because he was afraid that he would catch a cold when he opened the window and get sick, and blame them later, or because he was concerned about him.

Luo He took it as caring about him.

After all, he is so good-looking, how could anyone have the heart to treat him badly.

With the window closed, the hall was so quiet that it made one's scalp tingle. Luo He picked up the lump of ice, and as soon as he touched it, he was terrified from the cold.

A strange blush appeared on his pale face.

But the spirit of the whole person is back.

The system was so startled that the voice was trembling: "Host, what are you doing holding that lump of ice?"

It wants to ask more, host, are you crazy?

But it's not like looking at Luohe.

Not to mention how rational Luo He is.

It is the one who knows its host best. When it is infatuated with love, it is the strongest love brain in the whole world. Once it gets out, it will never be confused by love again.

Luohe had fooled it by saying that he was not sick, and the system knew about his illness.

Generally speaking, if you have this kind of disease and abnormal love brain, it is good to bear it yourself and not to harm others.

Luohe is not, he really thinks he is a super high-quality stock.

So in the process of his pursuit, the person being pursued enjoys the fun that many people can't enjoy in a lifetime.

If the person he fancy falls in love with him because of this kind of fun, then he doesn't like this person at this time, and there is nothing to be sorry for him.

Feelings have dimensions in his heart.

It's not that Luo He doesn't value love, on the contrary, he gets this disease because he values ​​love too much.

Luo He hugged the ice porcelain basin and sat down on the cold ground, and said in a low voice, "I'm physically calm."

System: "...too hardcore, not only will you not be able to calm down like this, you will also have a fever again. If you are sick, let it go."

Luo He said: "I have deeply experienced the feeling of being sick for the past six months."

He sighed, "Tell me, if I don't fall in love with Yiyi, will Beichen Kingdom not be able to break through Nanchen Kingdom?"

System: "Yes, and... your father, queen and mother will still die, because only in this way can the prince be saved. If the prince falls into the hands of others, even if King Nanchen and the queen are dead, they will be killed, because they are the targets of the attack. , to be safe.”

Luo He: "Then I still have to thank him?"

The system persuaded him: "Host, they are all NPCs, only the target is the most important."

Luo He: "Have you ever seen me take the target of the capture as the most important thing? If I didn't like him, I wouldn't even pursue him, even if he was the target of the capture. These people are all NPCs in your eyes, and it's okay to disappear in a row. I don’t care about the data, but I can’t do it.”

The system choked: "But if you give up on yourself now, they won't be able to come back."

Luo He: "Who said I gave up on myself?"

System: "Aren't you begging to die?"

Luo He: "...I am clearly continuing the mission of the Raiders seriously."

system:"……"

Long live!

That spicy, scumbag male host who runs away as soon as the progress of the strategy reaches 80.00%, actually wants to continue the strategy mission after the progress bar reaches 80.00%? !

Is it spicy, is the chicken host crazy, or is it crazy? !

System: "Are you serious? Don't you dislike the capture target? Don't you know how to deceive the capture target's feelings and be absolutely loyal to your own heart?"

Luo He sneered: "He has returned in triumph, I must give him an unforgettable love."

It's best to remember it deeply to the extent of his feelings when he learned that the three elders had committed suicide outside Luodu City.

System: "How about... I help you escape now?"

Luo He stubbornly hugged his ice flowerpot tightly, his teeth chattering from the cold, and the discomfort that he had suppressed in his body counterattacked frantically in the cold, he tried his best to suppress the coughing, and his face turned red.

Luo He: "How much is the progress of the strategy?"

System: "It's already ninety, the original strategy progress was 83, and after a quarrel with you today, it increased by seven percent."

There is still 110 Raiders progress.

It's enough for him to fall in love with Sheng Changyuan.

In the middle of the night, the ice outside Luo Hebao's flower pots melted, and his throat was so itchy that he was about to vomit, so he stuffed the flower pots under the bed and nestled himself on the bed that had no heat.

His emaciated body shook violently, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell on the bed, not knowing who he was.

In the early morning of the next day, Ah Cha and Ah Jian came to see such a scene.

The young man in a white robe leaned half of his body out of the bed, and the quilt was covered with bloodstains, and the young man was already breathing weakly, his face was as white as paper, and his tentacles were cold, as if he was about to leave in a second.

Ah Cha was shaking with anger, almost yelling at the maid to call the imperial doctor, Ah Jian's eyes turned red for the first time, and he wanted to kill Sheng Chang Yuan while holding the empty scabbard in his arms!

To humiliate their little prince so much!

Ah Cha hated herself even more for why she didn't work hard and didn't leave yesterday, and believed Sheng Changyuan's nonsense that he wanted to treat his little prince a thousand times better!

As soon as such a big event happened, all the imperial doctors came and crowded half of the hall with noise and noise. It was like this when King Nan Chen was seriously ill.

Ah Cha stood by the bed, shook her head and sighed after seeing the imperial doctors' diagnosis and treatment, her heart sank heavily.

The imperial doctors are also worried.

It was only diagnosed yesterday that he could recover after a few years of warming up with medicine, but today this person is almost on the verge of dying.

Ah Cha heard the imperial doctor say: "The cold air has entered the body, the body is weak and empty, the foundation is completely damaged, and a high fever has developed again, this is difficult."

They gave Luo He pills and injections, and Luo He's face had a trace of blood, but the words of these imperial doctors still couldn't hide their regret and fear.

Ah Cha felt a pain in her heart.

He looked back at Luo He as stiffly as a puppet.

Luo He lay quietly on the bed, surrounded by bright brocade curtains, like a phantom that could be broken with a single poke.

Sheng Changyuan rushed over.

He was wearing court clothes and a golden dragon on a white background. He was different from the previous shadow earlier in the morning. He was majestic and majestic. As soon as he entered the palace, Ah Cha saw the imperial doctors sweating.

Sheng Changyuan didn't notice Acha and Ajian, or he didn't care about these two people.

He went straight to the bed, his heart was pierced by the blood, and he was almost out of breath.

how so.

Before he left yesterday, he was still in good condition. After taking the medicinal diet, he looked good and seemed to be getting better soon.

It's all his fault that because of the sleep aid drugs put in the medicinal diet, he was sure that Luo He was weak enough to sleep until dawn, so he didn't let anyone guard him in the hall.

Because of his hateful disgusting jealousy and possessiveness.

This suppressed panic suddenly relaxed after he sniffed Luo He, and burst out again.

Hearing the imperial doctor's diagnosis, he angrily drew out his sword and slashed the table. The teacup fell to the ground with a ping-pong. The sword energy made a deep trace on the ground, which made people panic.

This deadly calm sword was placed on the imperial doctor's neck, and the muscles on Sheng Changyuan's cheeks were tense, and he gritted his teeth every word.

"Even if he arrives in the Palace of the King of Hades, he will be brought back to me. He will be raised and beautiful. I want him to live a long life! Otherwise, you all will come to see him!"

"Your Majesty, please spare me! Lord Qian...Young Master Luo has not yet reached that point, but no matter how difficult it is to maintain his body, it will be a big deal when he catches the wind and cold and feels like he has stepped into the gate of hell!"

The imperial physician knelt down on the ground, and the leading imperial physician Wang snotted and burst into tears.

"Then find a way to cure it!" Sheng Changyuan said angrily, "Your brains were born to eat?!"

An imperial doctor kneeled to the front from behind, and saluted Sheng Changyuan under the strange gazes of his colleagues.

"Mr. Luo's condition has stabilized now. As long as the fever is gone, there will be no serious problems. As for the method of recuperating the body, I have a prescription."

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