Reborn as a farmhouse concubine, she raises a prince and is busy farming

Chapter 314 Careful Care
However, Yuan Jing bent down and carried Lin Chujiu on his back without any hesitation. Lin Chujiu gently hugged Yuan Jing's neck, his heart filled with happiness and gratitude.

After returning home, Yuan Jing put Lin Chujiu down and asked gently: "Jiu'er, does your foot hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Lin Chujiu nodded, Yuan Jing took Lin Chujiu's foot and kneaded it carefully.

Warm palms gently massaged Lin Chujiu's feet, bringing a feeling of comfort and relaxation.

"It's so comfortable, Yuan Jing, can you still pinch your feet?"

"Of course, I learned this specifically in order to serve my wife."

Under Yuan Jing's care, Lin Chujiu felt an unprecedented love.

Yuan Jing smiled softly, his eyes full of tenderness: "If Madam feels comfortable, why would I let go."

His palms continued to massage softly, with subtle pressure, as if they were gently caressing Lin Chujiu's soul.

Lin Chujiu closed her eyes, enjoying the thoughtfulness and care from her husband.

She felt Yuan Jing's love, and the warmth was like the spring breeze, making her feel at peace.

"Yuan Jing, you are so kind."

Lin Chujiu said softly, with a hint of sweetness and gratitude in his voice.

Yuan Jing stopped what he was doing, leaned over and kissed Lin Chujiu's forehead: "Jiu'er, you're tired, go and rest quickly, I'll stay with you."

Lin Chujiu was touched by her husband's thoughtfulness. She smiled softly, nodded, then leaned into Yuan Jing's arms and closed her eyes. Yuan Jing gently picked her up, walked to the bedroom, placed her gently on the bed, and then gently covered her with a quilt.

In the cozy bedroom, Yuan Jing sat beside the bed and sang a soft song to Lin Chujiu.

Slowly, Lin Chujiu's eyes gradually closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Yuan Jing gently bent down, kissed Lin Chujiu's forehead, and then stayed by her side quietly until she fell into a sweet dream.

In this peaceful night, the love between the couple becomes deeper and deeper under the gentle protection.

Late at night, Lin Chujiu murmured softly in his sleep, unconsciously approached Yuan Jing's body and got into his arms.

"Yuan Jing, I'm cold and I want to hug you."

Yuan Jing subconsciously protected Lin Chujiu's hot body, but suddenly realized something was wrong, "No, you have a fever. I'll make you some soup to drink."

Yuan Jing immediately felt the heat from Lin Chujiu's body, and worry suddenly surged into his heart.

He gently picked up Lin Chujiu, placed her gently on the bed, and then quickly stood up, preparing to go to the kitchen to make soup.

Yuan Jing quickly came to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and took out some heat-clearing and detoxifying Chinese medicinal materials and an appropriate amount of water.

He first boiled the water, then put the Chinese medicinal materials into the boiling water and prepared a bowl of warm soup.

During the process of decoction of medicinal materials, Yuan Jing kept stirring to ensure the full release of medicinal properties.

He carefully observed the color and aroma of the decoction to ensure it was brewed just right.

As time passed, the aroma of the decoction gradually spread and filled the entire kitchen.

Yuan Jing continued to stay by the stove until the decoction produced a strong medicinal smell, indicating that the medicinal power had been fully dissolved.

Finally, Yuan Jing carefully poured the prepared soup into a bowl and gently cooled it with a spoon to ensure that the temperature of the soup was appropriate. Then, he walked back to the bedroom with the bowl in hand and carefully placed the decoction on the bedside table. Returning to the bed, Yuan Jing gently touched Lin Chujiu's forehead to confirm her fever.

Then, he called her softly: "Jiu'er, the soup is ready. Come and take a sip."

"No, it's bitter." Lin Chujiu murmured in his sleep, feeling dizzy with fever, "she pushed Yuan Jing and sprinkled the medicine all over him."

Yuan Jing was startled by Lin Chujiu's sleep talking, but immediately understood her state, and his heart was filled with love and responsibility.

He gently wiped off the concoction that had been spilled on his body, then picked up the concoction in the bowl again, ready to try again.

"Jiu'er, don't be afraid, this is for your own good."

Yuan Jing comforted her softly. Although he knew that Lin Chujiu was not completely conscious at the moment, he still tried hard to get her to take the medicine.

Yuan Jing carefully brought the spoon to Lin Chujiu's mouth, gently blew some of the concoction to cool down, and then said softly: "Jiu'er, close your eyes and drink slowly, I'm here to accompany you. "

Lin Chujiu vaguely followed Yuan Jing's instructions, closed his eyes and opened his lips slightly.

Yuan Jing gently put the spoon into her mouth, letting her taste the concoction slowly.

The bitter taste of the soup spread in Lin Chujiu's mouth, and she frowned, but Yuan Jing held her hand tightly and comforted her softly: "Jiu'er, just bear with it a little longer, and you'll be fine soon." ”

Yuan Jing fed Lin Chujiu to drink the concoction bit by bit. Although it was difficult, he was more worried about Lin Chujiu's health.

"You are a doctor yourself, and you don't even know you are sick." Yuan Jing's eyebrows were filled with doting worry, not to mention how distressed he was, "You are so sick, you don't need to go to the hospital these days. Recuperate at home, I'll let Aunt Zhao take care of you."

Lin Chujiu lowered his eyes slightly, feeling Yuan Jing's full care and love, and a warm current surged in his heart.

She gently held Yuan Jing's hand and smiled tenderly: "Husband, I will take good care of myself."

Yuan Jing looked at Lin Chujiu's smile, and the worries in his heart eased a little, but he was still determined to take good care of his wife.

He patted Lin Chujiu's back gently, and then continued to give her medicine, hoping to relieve her discomfort as soon as possible.

Early the next morning, when the early morning sunlight poured into the room through the curtains, Yuan Jing had already woken up.

He looked around the room and found that Lin Chujiu was still sleeping, with beads of sweat faintly visible on his forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried again.

Yuan Jing walked quietly to the bedside, sat next to Lin Chujiu, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He called her up softly: "Jiu'er, wake up. Let me help you change your clothes."

Lin Chujiu slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of exhaustion in them, but when he saw Yuan Jing's smile, he suddenly felt warm in his heart.

She smiled slightly, nodded, and then asked Yuan Jing to help her change out of her soaked clothes and put on clean and comfortable cotton and linen clothes.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Grandma Zhao walked in quietly, holding a bowl of hot porridge and some side dishes in her hand.

She smiled softly and said: "Madam, the master asked me to bring some light food in the morning. You can drink some porridge first. It is good for your health."

Yuan Jing took the food handed over by Nanny Zhao, feeling grateful in his heart.

He placed the bowl beside the bed, then gently helped Lin Chujiu sit up, and helped her slowly take a sip of the warm porridge.

Lin Chujiu felt Yuan Jing's care and Aunt Zhao's thoughtfulness. Although she was a little tired, she still felt pretty good.

Lin Chujiu gradually felt her body getting better. She gently tasted the porridge and soup brought by Aunt Zhao, feeling the warmth and comfort.