Crown Jewels

Chapter 109 Finally found the antidote

Not daring to delay, Song Yan clasped Gu Baozhu's shoulders to keep her still.

The itching on the ninja's neck, he stretched out his other hand and touched her waist.

The delicate skin diffuses body temperature through the thin gauze.

All the slender waist fell between Song Yan's palms, but he didn't find half a sachet at all.

On the other side, Gu Baozhu who was buried in the boy's arms moved.

As if it was attached to the waist, the hot temperature came from the palm of the hand.

Gu Baozhu only felt a fire in her heart, which made her twist subconsciously, and just now the temperature of her palm and the tactile sensation made her feel a stream of heat.

Lifting the forehead that was buried in front of the boy's neck, the woman pouted her red lips and complained to the person in front of her because of her grievances.

The woman's right hand directly grabbed the boy's hand that was placed on her waist.

That posture will be brought to the front of his chest,

The young man withdrew his hands quickly, looking at the flushed Gu Baozhu, the sound of grinding his teeth resounded in the hall.

"So sad--"

"Clothes, hot—"

A low groan sounded, and Song Yan felt that he had nowhere to use his strength.

He really didn't expect that she would be so clingy.

In the end, the frowning young man only vaguely heard Gu Baozhu say something about clothes.

When these two words came out, Song Yan's eyelids twitched.

His thoughts were still on the track of looking for the antidote just now, so naturally he didn't understand Gu Baozhu's real meaning.

In the dim candlelight, the young man's brows and eyes suddenly lit up, and the words of that little brat Song Leyi came to mind again.

Pay more attention to noble daughters from aristocratic families, and even noble sons to visit friends.

If it is a very important occasion, the elders in the family will tell them to prepare a piece of clothing with similar texture and color.

If so, then the antidote that Gu Baozhu was carrying, since he didn't carry it with him, it might be in his backup clothes.

Finally got some clues, Song Yan glanced at Gu Baozhu, took out a square handkerchief from his bosom and carefully wiped the thin sweat on her forehead.

After carefully placing the person on the bed, Song Yan got up.

When Gu Baozhu left his arms, Song Yan had a rare breath.

He followed the veil just now, casually touched his forehead, and naturally put it back into his sleeve.

Song Yan glanced across the hall, and stopped at the nanmu cabinet closest to the door.

He seemed to remember that when he just stepped into the Hall of Liangyi, Gu Baozhu was lying on the ground with his head facing that way.

Could it be that he originally wanted to go there to find an antidote?

The boy walked quickly, and under the dim moonlight, the wooden door opened and closed with a creaking sound, revealing the neatly stacked packages inside.

Song Yan glanced casually, and saw the yellow cloth protruding from the corner of the package, which was somewhat similar to the one Gu Baozhu was wearing.

Exhaling the turbid air, Song Yanxuan's whole heart was finally able to relax.

On the bed, the woman's low meowing sound came from the bed, as if urging her.

With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned the bundle, and Song Yan's hand went in.

The moonlight hangs high into the sky, and the blissful scene in the Tai Chi Palace in the distance seems to be slowly fading away.

The room was dimly lit, and Song Yan searched for a long while with his head depressed.

Finally, he grabbed a slender belt on the inside of the yellow shirt.

Without hesitation, Song Yan hooked his little finger lightly, and pulled it out forcefully.

But what happened next, Song Yan was completely dumbfounded.

What the slender belt raised was a piece of cloth as thin as a cicada's wing.

Under the breeze, it slowly unfolded, revealing the spring river tide embroidered on it.

On the water of the lake, there are three naive and lifelike little yellow ducks with very fresh colors.

Song Yan closed his eyes, and the back of his neck was stained red again by the light.

Holding the round piece of cloth, Song Yan stuffed it back like hot hands.

Eyebrows immersed in the darkness, suddenly a little impetuous.

Song Yan's hot fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Inexplicably, the image just now reappeared in his mind, the little coat fluttering in the wind was not much bigger than his palm.

The dim lights were faint, and in the silence, there was a sudden crackling sound from the lights reported by the candlesticks.

The hall was dark, and when Song Yan raised his eyelids, the lights returned to their original appearance.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, the boy put his hand into the burden again.

This time, as if he had eyes on the back of his hand, Song Yan deftly avoided the thin belt that he forcibly stuffed back just now.

Fortunately, there was no disclosure this time.

In Song Yan's hand, a short and thick rope soon appeared. Pull it out and take a quick look. It is a purse with a somewhat familiar style.

Inexplicably, the young man who was hidden in the lights suddenly felt relieved.

In the purse, there are various pills wrapped in lambskin, which is quite complete.

Song Yan leaned on the light source and searched carefully for a long time, but he couldn't find the antidote that seemed to relieve Gu Baozhu's situation.

But there are many anti-alcoholic medicines, antipyretics, and swelling medicines.

In the end, Song Yan found a turquoise pill in a thumb-sized porcelain bottle.

There is no logo on the bottle, and if you smell it close to your nose, you can feel the cool mint flavor.

Looking at the whole purse, excluding the obviously marked medicines, the one in front of me looks the most like that.

The stuffy hot day is like a steamer.

Song Yan wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead.

After hesitating for a while, she gently squeezed the pill in her hand, then took out a small half and put it into her mouth.

Then, carefully close the cabinet of the wooden cabinet.

The small pill in the mouth, after swallowing into the stomach, the mint fragrance filled the whole mouth.

The taste between the lips and teeth is quite pleasant.

Song Yan lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the pill in his hand for a while.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the pills he ate, he came to the bed.

Song Yan held Gu Baozhu's shoulder with his left hand, and gently clasped her chin with his right hand.

Then, the moist lips parted slightly, and the neat white teeth opened naturally.

Song Yan took advantage of the situation and put the whole pill into her mouth.

The mint fragrance from the pill was refreshing, but Gu Baozhu in his arms did not reject it, obediently swallowed the remaining half of the pill.

The process of waiting for the pill to take effect is extra long.

At this time, even though Gu Baozhu was wearing a light gauze skirt on the bed, she still had a thin layer of sweat unavoidably.

An abnormal flush appeared on the woman's face.

The effect of the medicine didn't come on so quickly, Gu Baozhu pestered Song Yan for a while.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Gu Baozhu lay peacefully on the bed and fell asleep for a while.

The flame of the candlestick went out, Song Yan stared at Gu Baozhu for a while.

He took out the veil again, wiped off the thin sweat on her forehead again, and pushed the wet hair on her forehead to the side.

It was rare that the Hall of Liangyi was silent at this time, only the sound of each other's fiery breathing could be heard.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and Song Yanshou stayed in front of the bed until midnight.

The boy pressed his sore eyes and looked up.

The folds of the bed on the couch were messy, but the sleeping woman above was breathing evenly at this moment.

Her complexion finally returned to normal ruddy, and there should be no serious problems.

Song Yan thought for a while, picked up the brocade quilt on the couch, covered Gu Baozhu's stomach that was prone to cold, and carefully exposed his limbs and head.

The woman on the couch seemed to be disturbed, moved her body, and rubbed her face against the brocade quilt again.

The corners of Song Yan's lips curled up, and he opened the palace door lightly.

After the creaking sound, the Hall of Liangyi fell into a dark silence again.

Song Yan walked out of the palace gate and went directly to Fu Sinian.

When the gate of the palace opens on the second day, he will go out with him.

Today's encounter, Song Yan really did not expect.

(End of this chapter)