Crown Jewels

Chapter 157 Still missing a face?
Gu Baozhu smiled and pulled the corners of her lips, responding very face-saving and Qian Yan boasting.

But she worked hard, she had already taken the medicine box in Qian Yan's hand, and took out all the medicines needed according to the prescription.

On the small stove in the hall, the medicine cup was gurgling, and the brown juice began to boil.

Qian Yan watched as Gu Baozhu boiled the medicine and poured it into the porcelain cup. There was still soup left on the stove, Gu Baozhu began to hesitate.

"Hey! Let's do it, don't make it an eyesore——"

"Hurry up and feed that kid to drink the antidote while it's hot, and I'll deal with the rest of the medicine."

Saying that, Qian Yan pretended to be impatient and waved at Gu Baozhu.

Qian Yan used to be so hard-spoken and soft-hearted, Gu Baozhu was not polite, he lifted the corner of his skirt and carried a small bowl across the hall, and came to Song Yan's bedside.

She struggled for a long time, and finally helped Song Yan to pour down the soup in the bowl.

However, even though Song Yan, who was in a coma, was at his mercy, Gu Baozhu had no strength after all.

A lot of soup was spilled on the young man's skirt, and the brown juice smeared out, which looked a little funny.

Gu Baozhu thought for a while, took out a brand new jacket from the bedside cabinet, and put a pillow on Song Yan's back.

She stretched out her hand and looked towards the button of the boy's skirt.

There was a huge team sending off the relatives, and everyone's faces used to be a bit dazzling in Song Yan's eyes.

Song Yan, who fell into a dream, only felt that his mouth and heart were full of bitterness, and he couldn't get rid of the strong bitterness.

After exiting the south city gate, the suona sound gradually subsided, and the team walked on the long official road, which was far less lively than the people lining the road in Lin'an City to welcome them.

Just at this time, the maid's exclamation came from the wedding sedan chair, with a bit of crying eagerness.

"Imperial physician, imperial physician, come to imperial physician—"

"Princess, princess, she passed out with a high fever—"

The crying voice from the wedding sedan chair instantly made the welcoming team feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

They were ordered to escort the princess, and if they wanted to complete this marriage mission, the princess of Nanping naturally couldn't make any mistakes.

The imperial doctor came quickly from the rear of the car with the medicine box on his back, panting, and he didn't even have time to straighten the crooked official hat on his head.

The driver who carried the sedan chair stopped immediately, the wedding sedan stopped on the official road, and the driver looked forward to the inside of the sedan chair.

The sudden abnormality made Song Yan lower his eyebrows. Thinking of Gu Baozhu's abnormality before, he seemed to finally realize something.

Song Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly lifted the side curtain of the carriage. His eyes fell on Gu Baozhu, who was leaning on the back of the carriage, her face pale and bloodless.

The woman's hair was loose in a bun, and she couldn't see the previous brightness, her lips were also dull, and her eyelashes drooped slightly.

Gu Baozhu allowed the imperial physician to feel her pulse, but there was no sign of waking up.

Song extended his hand, trying to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

But just as the boy's hand reached into the carriage, a suction force came from his whole body, trying to pull him out of the dream.

……

Day and night cycle, three days have passed.

The rain outside gradually eased, and it cleared up for two days in the middle.

However, after the wind entered the night, there was another thin drizzle like a curtain like a curtain, like a rainy day in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

The candles in the hall are still lit, and Qian Wuzuo has not yet come out.

Holding a copper basin, Gu Baozhu used to feed Song Yan detox soup.

She unbuttoned Song Yan's upper body clothes, and briefly wiped the wrung white handkerchief for Song Yan.

When the busy work is over, he has to pick up the brand new shirt prepared by his side and fasten the buttons for the boy.

Just at this time, the drowsy boy suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him.

Covering the handicap nimbly with her fingers, Gu Baozhu did it seriously, never noticing Song Yan's abnormality.

Under the candlelight, the woman's red lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were full of soft seriousness.

Song Yan's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, his eyes fell on the woman's face, the Gu Baozhu in front of him was not the pale and lifeless person leaning against the wall of the car in the dream just now.

Such a contrast made Song Yan's chaotic consciousness gradually come back to his senses.

He somewhat understood that he was in reality now, not those bewildering dreams.

The scene in the dream, flashed like a fleeting shadow.

Song Yan looked at Gu Baozhu, with a bit of tension and self-blame in his eyes that hadn't escaped from the dream.

Various emotions flashed across the young man's eyes, making his eyes as black as ink, flickering and flickering under the candlelight.

Song Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he just stared at the woman in front of him.

He had dreamed of the marriage letter behind Zangshu Pavilion and the wedding ceremony in Yonglefang.

However, the scene seen in the dream at that time was completely different from today's dream.

He seemed to see things from another angle that he couldn't see from his perspective.

But the more he recognized these things, Song Yan felt more self-blame and remorse in his mind, and many emotions were overwhelmed.

After a few days of lethargy, a swollen head remained.

He used to... Song Yan closed his eyes in pain, he suddenly felt that his former self was a bit selfish.

In the past, he seemed to only care about his own emotions.

He clearly remembered the irritability, worry and bleakness he felt after being troubled by that dream.

But he never seemed to have thought about whether she, the other person outside his perspective in the dream, was also licking her wound alone in an unknown corner.

At least... he could tell her about the pain, anger, and even questioning, and she.

Even in the face of Song Yan's accusations, incomprehension and disappointment in the dream, he only swallowed the bitter fruit alone, and never told any outsiders.

Under this comparison, the boy clenched his fists with anxiety.

After Gu Baozhu finished buttoning the button, he moved his fingers down to pinch the other button.

The abnormal emotion on the top of her head made Gu Baozhu's back slightly stiff, she looked up subconsciously, and met Song Yan's cold eyes.

There was emotion in the boy's eyes, showing a bit of heat.

But at this moment, Gu Baozhu didn't notice Song Yan's abnormality at all, she just looked down at the scene between the two of them.

Song Yan's hair was in a disheveled bun and his clothes were disheveled.

And she sat in front of him, pinching the button of his lapel with both hands.

Song Yan's left shoulder was injured, so Gu Baozhu buckled from bottom to top this time.

Therefore, the disheveled clothes and scattered candlelight revealed the boy's broad chest, and his behavior was dissolute and frivolous.

And she herself, without blinking her eyes at the moment, just stared at the boy's exposed skin like that, and the position of her fingers was quite embarrassing.

When Song Yan didn't wake up, Gu Baozhu was able to do things like taking care of others with ease, so he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

However, being caught by him on the spot this time, she felt a little guilty for no reason.

Through the thin clothes, Gu Baozhu rubbed the back of his hand against the boy's chest, and could still feel the warmth from his body.

His fingertips seemed to be soaked in a layer of ice, and he looked as if he had entered boiling water. There were inexplicably hot gaps, accompanied by the sound of melting ice.

Song Yan's hot gaze made Gu Baozhu's heart skip a beat, and he was about to withdraw his hand subconsciously.

"Song Yan—"

Realizing that her hand was being held by someone, Gu Baozhu's pupils slightly opened, staring blankly at the boy in front of him.

Ignoring Gu Baozhu's pale face, Song Yanwei never let her go easily as usual.

The young man held the woman's slender hand by his wrist, and he looked at her seriously, obviously wanting to say something.

"Orb—"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the hoarseness gave his tone a little more texture.

Song Yan's tone was very light, but the emotions mixed in the voice seemed to have a magical power, which made Gu Baozhu forget to react.

"Gu Baozhu, you, didn't you say—"

"Didn't you say that you still lack face?"

Song Yan's words were astonishing, and Gu Baozhu immediately froze in place.

She didn't understand, at this time Song Yan finally woke up, what did he say to her face to face, and what was it for?
　Monthly ticket to [-],
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　　I really have to work hard,
　　After saving the manuscript and squandering it, it’s time to code
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