The best medical concubine

In March of Yangchun, the spring is bright and beautiful, and hundreds of flowers in Washington are blooming one after another, making it brilliant and fragrant.

I don't know if it was Murong Lingxuan's special order, but the clothes Qingmeng bought were exactly Feng Yunhua's favorite red.

The fiery red clothes are like the bright and blooming mandala flowers in the autumn courtyard. They are worn on Feng Yunhua's body. The bright sunlight shines on the excellent texture of the bright and eye-catching red dress, making her pale There was a little more blood on his face, not as pale and scary as it looked last night.

After a hearty breakfast in Washington, Imperial Physician Hua personally ordered the concierge to prepare a soft sedan chair, and personally led all the people in the house to kneel on the ground, and respectfully sent Murong Lingxuan to help Feng Yunhua sit on the eighth floor. A soft sedan chair carried by people.

With a loud shout of "get up the sedan chair", the bearers carried the sedan chair and walked quickly and steadily to the Chu Palace.

Qingmeng drove the carriage, and took the prescription and some medicinal materials prescribed by Imperial Physician Hua to the Chu Palace in advance.

Inside the sedan chair, Feng Yunhua and Murong Lingyun sat side by side in a narrow space.

Murong Lingxuan half-closed his eyes, lazily leaning on the cushion behind him, and sometimes opened his eyes to look sideways at the person beside him.

Because of the wound on Feng Yunhua's back, she sat up straight.It didn't take long for the sedan chair to go, and her eyelids started to fight because she was weak, and she was a little sleepy, but she still insisted on sitting upright with her eyelids supported.

"Looking at your back straight, sitting like a door panel, you are so tired, please sit on my lap."

Murong Lingxuan suddenly spoke out, with a magnetic and charming voice with a hint of laziness, which startled Feng Yunhua.She turned her head to look at the past with misty eyes, and politely declined.

"Thank you for your kindness. It's fine for me to sit like this."

"Do you want me to do it myself?" Murong Lingxuan glanced sharply, releasing a trace of sharpness that could not be rejected.

A gust of low air pressure flew away in the narrow sedan in an instant.

"I hurt my back. Even if I sit on your lap, I still have to straighten my back."

Inside the dull sedan chair, Feng Yunhua's faint voice sounded.She raised her hand to open the blue car curtain, looked sideways at the bustling street, passers-by hurrying to and fro, and avoided meeting Murong Lingxuan's dark eyes that were as deep as a pool, like a powerful magnet.

On the street, the noisy and lively yelling came to her ears, which distracted part of Feng Yunhua's attention and made her no longer sleepy.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, with a light body, Feng Yunhua's whole body was lifted up, and then she sat on Murong Lingxuan's lap facing each other.

Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, and the scorching breath spraying on her face, she couldn't help but let out a cry.

"Of course it's to make you sit more comfortably."

Murong Lingxuan raised his eyebrows charmingly, and when he said this, his long eyes were smiling, and his dark eyes were like stars in the middle of the night, shining brightly.He sat up straight, vacated his seat, supported Feng Yunhua's buttocks with one hand, and wrapped her legs around his waist with the other.

"Relax and sleep on my body for a while."

The extremely gentle voice carried a trace of bewitchment, Feng Yunhua relaxed his body, put his hands on Murong Lingxuan's neck, leaned his whole body against his body, smelled the faint ambergris on his body, and soon fell into the fragrance of dreams.

The sky is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining golden.

The bearers carried the soft sedan chair steadily, walked through several bustling streets, and finally arrived at the Chu Palace.

The majestic, solemn and solemn Chu Palace is located on the side of the bustling street.

The gate tower is towering, with red walls and green tiles.

On both sides of the gate are two mighty stone lions, and directly above the gate, there are three gilt characters written "Chu Wangfu".

All the guards, with knives across their waists, stood upright and solemn under the gate.After Qing Meng, who returned home early, arranged everything, she straightened her back and greeted him at the gate.

"Prince Chu, the residence is here." The soft sedan chair was put down, and a bearer said respectfully.

The moment he saw the soft sedan, Qing Meng walked over quickly, and stretched out his hand to lift the blue curtain of the sedan door.

In the sedan chair, Murong Lingxuan was still sitting holding Feng Yunhua. He lowered his head, his dark eyes were full of pampering that he had never seen before, and he gently looked at the sleeping woman lying on top of him with his lips hooked. Sweet people.