Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Qinghe didn't see Fu Jian's running spirit, and he took the initiative to lie down on the soft bed, took medicine to prepare himself for wiping.

It was only then that Fu Jian understood what she meant, stepped forward and took a look at the medicine bottle from her hand, and said, "I thought it was just a coincidence that I met you today, but now it seems that you are well prepared, princess."

Qinghe turned his face away from the mockery in Fu Jian's eyes, and said softly: "It's really not a coincidence, and this may be the only way I can think of."

"Just use this method?" Fu Jian raised the medicine bottle high in his hand, causing Qing He to freeze when he was about to reach for it.

Qinghe paused for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, curled up his body, before the tears in his eyes fell, Fu Jian had already bullied him.

It took a lot of effort for Fu Jian to put himself into a place where she hadn't had the medicine yet.

Both of them were sweating profusely and knelt down on the floor panting heavily. Fu Jian approached Qinghe's ear from behind and said, "Since it's your choice, don't use medicine and see how painful it really is."

It was indeed painful, so painful that Qinghe couldn't utter a complete word, it was ten times more painful than the unprepared one just now, it hurt so much that she wanted to turn around and push the person behind her, and run away...

Helplessly, Fu Jian moved faster and hugged her waist tightly from behind, making her powerless to resist, and had nowhere to escape...

Fu Jian was also in pain, because there was no moisture, every movement made him frown in pain, but it stimulated every nerve in him more and more, the pain woke him up, made him more eager, made him All that annoying confusion dissipated.

Until a hot current gushed out of Qinghe's body, the two of them seemed to have exhausted all their strength and collapsed on the ground. Fu Jian pulled his body away from hers, bringing out the freshly flowed liquid and bright red blood, and the two met Flowing on Qinghe's body, the picture is mysterious and alluring.

Neither of them had anything to say, Fu Jian lay down for a while and sat up, gently pushed back Qinghe's hair hanging down her cheeks, then stroked her side face and said with a smile: "I said it before, Qinghe really deserves to be called Qinghe."

Fu Jian got up and put on his own clothes, glanced at Qinghe who was still lying on the couch, then bent down and picked up the clothes that had just been scattered on the ground and covered her, and when he turned around and walked to the door, he sighed: "You guys The members of the Murong family really impress me."

Hearing his sigh, Qinghe curled up and buried her face in her clothes. Even though every movement could arouse the pain behind her, she still bent her knees and covered her face, silently holding back the tears she had just shed. cried out.

The pain was much lighter than before, but Qinghe felt it hurt even more, sobbing and running out.

Fenghuang, sister, I'm sorry... how could I let you endure so much, and never say a word of pain...

Falling asleep drowsily, then waking up drowsily, Qinghe glanced at the familiar furnishings in the room, tightened the brocade quilt on his body, sat up, called someone in and asked, "How did I come back?" ? I don’t have any impression at all.”

The maid picked up the wet handkerchief, wiped Qinghe's face, and said as she wiped, "You didn't come back all day yesterday, Madam, we were worried, so we went to inquire, and happened to meet Mrs. Li. The father-in-law was with the emperor the night before, and happened to see the empress, when the rest of us found the empress, there were many injuries on the empress, and I couldn't bear to wake you up, so I found someone to carry you back."

Qinghe rubbed his heavy head, his thoughts slowly became clear: "So, I have been asleep for two days..."

"En." The maid nodded and asked, "Is your empress feeling better now?"

"It's much better, but I still want to lie down again, you go down first."

The palace maid saluted and retreated, Qinghe lay down on the bed, smiling self-deprecatingly.

I thought..., and sure enough, he didn't care at all...

Qinghe fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he felt much better. After drinking a bowl of white porridge, he felt something was wrong with his stomach.

Sitting on the pail, he felt that the pain under his body hadn't subsided at all. After getting up, he lay down on the bed, and tears fell down again inexplicably. It wasn't because of the pain, but Qinghe would rather explain it this way...

Because of a certain discomfort, Qinghe hadn't eaten properly for several days. Although he was very hungry, he could only try not to eat as much as possible when he thought of the pain in the future.After a few days, the already slender person seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and the maid at the side couldn't help but step forward to support her because of her flimsy steps when walking.

"When will this be better? Ma'am, how can your current body resist?" The palace maid supported her shoulder, and finally couldn't help crying softly.

"It's always going to be fine. Aren't I fine now? Why worry?"

"You are always reluctant to take medicine. It's better to wait until when..."

Qinghe frowned, and took his hand out of the arm that supported her: "You are becoming more and more unruly."

The palace maid lowered her head aggrievedly, and stood aside, not daring to speak.

Qinghe sat down, took the half-embroidered silk at the side, and said, "You go down first, I won't pass it on after lunch."

The palace lady was about to speak out to dissuade her, but when she raised her eyes and saw Qinghe's serious expression, she could only answer yes, and then retreated.

Qinghe looked down at the silk in his hand, and smiled helplessly.Medication is because someone wants you to get better soon, but now, this person doesn't care, so what difference does it make if you use medicine or not?

Sighing, Qinghe thought, she probably had a rivalry with herself.

This man is indeed Fu Jian.

But Fu Jian was looking at one boring memorial after another. After the boredom of the previous few days was gone, Fu Jian finally no longer had the urge to tear up the memorials. Political affairs are very complicated and boring. But it is an important thing that cannot be avoided.After calming down, Fu Jian realized how many things he had piled up in the past few days, thinking that Wang Meng would discuss politics with him tomorrow, let him know that he had piled up so many political affairs...

Fu Jian rubbed his brows helplessly, these memorials seemed much more cordial than listening to his lectures.

The vermilion pen stroked lightly on the paper, and Fu Jian sighed. He really didn't like these things as much as he did when he was young. Why did he think that reviewing memorials was an easy task?

Opening another memorial, "Pingyang" appeared on the paper two days later, Fu Jian somehow regarded those two words as "Murong Chong", and then, his finally calm mood became irritable again.

Thinking of his bridal chamber wedding night that I can't imagine at all; thinking of the woman who doesn't know what kind of appearance or name is under him; thinking of him doing the same thing as himself with others; thinking of how the woman would make a fuss when she saw his body The admiration, even the body that I think is perfect; thinking of him...

Fu Jian really tore up the memorial now...