The tyrant man with 108 treasures mainly pledges himself to him

Don't tell me, this time the ointment prepared by Chi Baobao worked.

Although it was not as severe as it was this morning, Fengyuetian found red spots on his wrists after he washed up and prepared to rest.

Then he laughed.

This is what she has to do, and she won't give up until she succeeds.

Well, this time it worked.

The simple room had been tidied up, and the bed was not too big. He turned around and sat down and studied his arms.

The erythema grew very quickly, reaching the crook of my elbow in just a few breaths.

Fengyuetian laughed silently, listening to the sound of Chi Baobao washing in the backyard.

She also loves to be clean. She poured three or four basins of water into her clothes and she still hasn't finished washing them.

Finally, she came back, still sizzling because of the cold.

He coughed softly and said, "Chiyuan Order, I have red spots on my arms."

People passing by his door were startled and rushed in the next moment.

"Let me see it quickly."

I grabbed his hand and looked at it through the dim candlelight, and it turned out that he had red spots.

Check his pulse again and observe his face. The erythema has not yet appeared on his face.

The body temperature hasn’t come up yet, early symptoms of allergy.

"Now I finally know what you are allergic to. I can prepare medicine to relieve your allergic symptoms, but there seems to be not enough medicine here."

"..."

The emperor was very speechless, "You tried to make me have an attack all afternoon, and I thought you had already prepared the response. What should I do now? According to what you said at the time, if I become unconscious for a while, you have to guard it."

He suddenly seemed to want accountability, and Chi Baobao was stunned for a moment.

"I definitely won't leave it alone! How do you feel now?"

"My head is a little heavy and slightly hot."

"Then lie down?"

He thought for a moment, then took off his robe and lay down.

He is tall and has long legs, and he somehow has a good posture even when he is lying there...

Looking at him through the dim light, Chi Baobao pursed his lips.

He did this on purpose, using his allergies to do this. Not everyone can handle beauty.

She sniffed and took a step back. "Your Majesty, you must tell me if you feel very hot. Physical cooling should also be useful."

He just responded. As for whether he would be obedient...he didn't agree.

The medicine she prepared was not as effective as the sesame oil. At that time, in the underground treasure room of the Han family, he suddenly felt like he was going to die.

It was very hot, and there was an itch emanating from the inside of my body, so that even though I had no energy, I still felt restless.

But now the heat came up very slowly, and finally a quarter of an hour had passed when he felt his neck was itchy.

As soon as he moved, Chi Baobao stood up and came over, leaning over to look at him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Take a deep breath, "Itchy, hot."

There’s that line again!

However, Chi Baobao felt that he was still conscious, so he grabbed his hand and tested his pulse first, then gently rubbed his wrist.

"Come again."

He still wants it.

It stands to reason that it is better to do it yourself because you can pinpoint the itchy area.

But he lay there motionless and continued to order her, so she put her hands into his sleeves and scratched.

It was indeed hot, and she could feel it as her body temperature continued to rise.

And his breathing gradually changed. He was lying there and then slowly sat up with his body propped up.

His head was slightly hung, and his whole body was exuding heat. The room was a little cold. He was so warm that Chi Baobao couldn't help but want to inhale some hot air.

"The ointment I prepared is actually not that strong. Feeling the emperor's pulse is much lighter than that in the morning, but your attack is no different."

So she suspected he might be faking it.

But he really didn't reply to her words. Instead, he grabbed her hand and stuffed it into his shirt again.

He lowered his head again and leaned on her shoulder, his breath hot.

This……

Chi Baobao still suspected that he was faking it, but he sent it to her door automatically. Wouldn't it be treasonous if she didn't want it?

Following his will, the hand went unbridled inside his shirt while tilting her head to look at his face.

Fengyuetian hummed softly, which seemed very comfortable to hear. As she looked at his face, she became more and more aggressive. He showed no intention of stopping her at all, and even rubbed his head against her neck.

"..."

Look, this dog is definitely faking it.

Then don't blame her for going down the slope, that's what he meant anyway.

"Your Majesty, please lie down and let me take a good look at you?"

The next moment he was lying down.

"..."

Now his mind was clear, and he did as she asked.

She pulled open her middle coat to relieve the itch in all directions, and looked at him from time to time. She always felt that the dog had opened its eyes when she lowered her head.

But as soon as she raised her head, he closed it again, his reaction was so quick!

"Your Majesty, if you are delirious, I will commit the following crime."

He didn't object, so she just jumped on him.

The emperor closed his eyes and was still delirious, but he hugged her, waiting for her to do the next thing...

Jin Mingzhu entered the palace in the middle of the night.

There was such chaos, who would care about the old guy lingering in the palace.

The emperor of a subjugated country is worse than a dog.

There were only two or three old men guarding him, the others ran away, and those who were bribed were bribed.

His head was wrapped in gauze, his blood was clotted and black, and he looked really... like a dog lying on the bed.

Although I really want to send him to the West, I can't do it myself, it's too dirty.

"Who caused the wound on Father's head?"

The trembling old eunuch who was kneeling on the ground replied tremblingly, "The eldest prince smashed it with a porcelain bottle, and the old slave saw it with his own eyes."

"Where is Father's hand?" The hand was swollen.

"It's the eldest princess, she can step on it."

Jin Mingzhu couldn't help laughing.

Those two people had bullied me a lot since I was a child. Relying on the favor of my father who was born in the main palace, my humble status was even lower than that of a slave.

This kind of thing must be spread to everyone in the world.

Turning around to leave, he saw a dark figure standing two meters away.

Meng Xin screamed in fright, and several old slaves kneeling on the ground were trembling and did not dare to raise their heads.

Man in black robe.

The light was unclear, but the distance was enough for Jin Mingzhu to see that there was a mass of blackness under his wide hood.

He has no face.

"Go do something for me."

He spoke, his voice was very low but lacked the tone, emotion, etc. that humans should have.

Jin Mingzhu narrowed his eyes and secretly clenched the dagger hidden on his body.

"Why should I help you?"

"I can do anything."

"Go ahead."

It was almost early in the morning when Jin Mingzhu arrived at the medicine shop in the city and called Chi Baobao in a low voice.

'He' came out after a while, but his behavior... looked like a thief.

"Shhh."

'He' first signaled to be quiet.

Jin Mingzhu looked at 'him' up and down. He was dressed neatly but felt that something was messy.

"Why are you here so early in the morning?"

She was escaping from Fengyuetian's room. She and he were entangled like two fried dough sticks just out of the pan. She seemed too insignificant when she entered the sage phase.

It would be strange not to be startled when someone called her just now.

The first time I thought I was here to catch someone raping...