The best medical concubine

He walked to the table, drank a big mouthful of tea, and rinsed his mouth to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth.

night, quietly flowing.

The white clouds like fish scales gradually dissipated, the dark blue sky, and the bright moon like a silver plate gradually moved westward.

Worried that Feng Yunhua would have a fever again, Murong Lingxuan didn't dare to sleep anymore, and sat on the edge of the bed with his back straight.

The night passed, and the light of dawn penetrated the sky and sprinkled the sky.

The morning breeze sent lightly, and the crystal dewdrops hanging between the branches and leaves dripped with the wind, nourishing the flowers and plants.

"Water, water."

Feng Yunhua opened her misty eyes, she felt as if she had walked out of the desert, her throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.

Murong Lingxuan quickly poured a cup of tea, supported her head with one hand, and held the teapot with the other. The pointed teapot spout was facing the corner of her mouth, and the cool tea slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth and into her throat .

"It was you who saved me?" Her throat was moistened, and Feng Yunhua finally woke up.

"Yeah, how are you going to thank me?" Murong Lingxuan put down the teapot, raised his eyebrows, and drew an evil smile that turned all sentient beings on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't expect me to promise you with your body." Feng Yunhua's expression was indifferent, she didn't like the way of the ancients, and she would always say, "For the grace of saving life, you should promise it with your body." '

"With your small body, your body hasn't grown yet, so even if you wanted to make a promise with your body, I wouldn't dare to take it." Murong Lingxuan said angrily with a trace of sullen eyes.

"Don't dare to ask for it, that's the best." Feng Yunhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and scanned the room with his dark eyes. It was elegantly furnished, and it was many times better than the dilapidated room in her courtyard.

All the furniture in the wing room are made of precious and rare pineapple wood. The flowers, plants, fish and insects carved on the furniture are lifelike, especially the pot of bluegrass placed in the corner, which makes the whole wing room more lively.

This wing room can be seen at a glance that it is specially used for entertaining distinguished guests and resting.

"Where is this place?" Feng Yunhua asked.

"The mansion of Imperial Physician Hua, yesterday you were weak and unconscious, so I carried you directly to his mansion."

"Where's Jin Yue?" Thinking of that innocent little girl, Feng Yunhua's eyes revealed a hint of worry.She vaguely remembered that she was half-conscious and half-conscious after being beaten by the cane yesterday, and vaguely heard that silly girl Jin Yue crying and begging those people not to beat her again.

Murong Lingxuan couldn't adapt to the jumping questions, he was startled, and then suddenly remembered that the Jin Yue she was talking about was the loyal little girl beside her.

"If you have the heart to worry about others, it is better to worry about yourself. You were whipped yesterday, and it is a blessing to be able to save your life." Murong Lingxuan was dissatisfied with Feng Yunhua's maid who cared about her as soon as she woke up. After taking care of her all night, I feel a little bit hungry.

"Jin Yue is not someone else, she is my sister." Feng Yunhua glanced at Murong Lingxuan, disliking what he said just now.

Ever since she came to this strange world, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Jin Yue's sad and weeping face. From that moment on, she regarded Jin Yue as her only relative in this strange world, the only sister.

"I think she should still be in the Pang Mansion now." Murong Lingxuan's deep eyes were as deep as pools, he looked at Feng Yunhua complicatedly, and spoke leisurely.

Since he was born, he has the noble lineage of the royal family, so the noble Murong Lingxuan couldn't understand Feng Yunhua's thoughts.

A slave is a slave, how can we be sisters?

It's like him and Qingmeng, Qingmeng was chosen by him as his bodyguard since he was a child, they practiced martial arts together and grew up together, but Qingmeng always treated him with a trace of awe.

"I'm going to find her."

As soon as she heard that Woyue was still in the Pang Mansion, Feng Yunhua was very worried. She struggled and wanted to get up, pulling the wound on her back. The pain caused her to break out in a cold sweat, and her face turned pale in an instant.

"If you don't mind your naked body being looked at by others, just get up." Murong Lingxuan put his arms around his chest, with the corners of his mouth evilly raised, with a flat expression, waiting for Feng Yunhua's spring light Actively exposed in front of his eyes.