The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 8 Comfort
  She spoke to him softly and soothed him gently.

Nanchang Yue's mood finally stabilized. Feng Ling gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully treated the wounds on his palms.

Seeing the scars on his palms, her eyes showed deep distress.

"Your hand is injured. Let me get some medicine to help you clean it up." She said softly.

However, Nanchang Yue suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes full of vigilance, "Don't leave, you are mine."

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then showed a sincere smile, "Husband, don't be afraid, I will be here with you."

She gently held his hand and comforted him, "I will always be with you."

Nanchang Yue's tense expression gradually relaxed, "You like Mo Feiming, why do you do this to me?"

Feng Ling shook her head gently, "I don't like Mo Feiming, I only like my husband."

Her voice was like the spring breeze blowing on the face, making Nanchang feel more at ease than ever before.

Feng Ling talked endlessly. Then, she hummed the song that her mother used to put her to sleep when she was a child. The melody was soft and melodious, making people feel relaxed and happy.

At first, Nanchang Yue did feel a splitting headache, but listening to her gentle words and soothing tunes, he gradually forgot about the pain.

He remembered that when he was unconscious, someone kept calling his name in his ears.

Sometimes he calls him husband, and sometimes he calls him Ayue. Although it is a bit noisy, it makes people feel extremely kind and familiar.

When the morning light of the next day fell, Nanchang felt more and more like a splitting headache.

His chest seemed to be oppressed by a heavy stone, making it difficult to breathe. He caressed his chest unconsciously, but touched a furry little head.

The owner of the little head was lying quietly on his chest, sleeping so deeply.

Nanchang Yue frowned, looking at this defenseless, peaceful and gentle woman, her sleeping face was deeply imprinted in his eyes.

The elegant lip color is slightly moist, which makes people feel instantly relaxed.

Nanchang Yue immediately realized that this was not the person he thought about day and night, and his eyes became cold and dangerous. Why is this woman here?

He suddenly pushed the woman on him away, and Feng Ling lay on his chest,
  Obviously he didn't expect this sudden movement, and he was pushed to the ground unexpectedly.

With this push, he gradually broke free from the chaotic memories of last night, and some scattered pictures flashed in his mind.

He seemed to have mistaken Feng Ling for Feng Qianqian in the confusion.

Only then did he realize that she had been taking care of him last night.

Nanchang Yue had a strange expression on his face, and then heard a "hissing" sound.

The woman seemed to have woken up, and her arms seemed to touch debris on the ground.

Feng Ling rubbed her sore eyes, obviously not fully awake yet, but when she looked up and saw that Nanchang Yue had sat up, a joyful smile immediately broke out on her face.

"Husband, you finally wake up."

Feng Ling's words made Nanchang Yue frown.

She didn't seem to notice Nanchang Yue's dissatisfaction or notice her own wounds. She stood up from the ground and walked to the bed.

She quickly and naturally touched Nanchang Yue's forehead and carefully checked his body temperature.

"Husband, how do you feel? Does your head still hurt? Are there any other discomforts in your body?"

When she was sure that Nanchang Yue's body temperature had returned to normal, she smiled with relief, "Great, your fever is gone."

Then she carefully helped Na Changyue up and supported his back with a pillow, "Don't get up in a hurry, just lean on the pillow and rest for a while.

You had a headache for a long time last night, and even if you are awake now, you may still have some residual pain. "

Nanchang Yue's eyes became dangerous, "What did you call me just now?" "Uh, I mean, Lord Demon Lord"

Only then did Feng Ling realize her slip of the tongue and quickly changed her words: "Is your body okay?"

Nanchang Yue snorted disdainfully, not paying much attention to such trivial matters as addressing her, he was just dissatisfied with her unauthorized actions.

However, looking at her worried face, he couldn't help but feel a strange emotion in his heart.

What the hell is this woman doing?

Did she think doing this would make him soft-hearted?
  Nanchang frowned more and rubbed the center of his brow, trying to relieve the pain.

This strange feeling made him feel uncomfortable, and he hated this feeling of losing control.

When Feng Ling saw him starting to rub his eyebrows again, she thought he had a headache again, so she gently sat by the bed, as if she wanted to relieve his pain.

"Does your headache come back again? Let me rub it for you."

Feng Ling's voice was full of concern, and every move she made showed her careful care for him.

However, as soon as her hand touched his wrist, he pushed her away roughly.

Nanchang Yue's tone was filled with irritation and disgust, "Who told you to touch me!"

Feng Ling's hand stopped in the air, and she was a little stunned for a moment. She didn't understand why he became so cold overnight.

The disappointment in her eyes was obvious, but she quickly returned to normal and smiled softly.

"If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

Although her smile hid her loss, the concern was genuine.

The more Nanchang looked at her, the irritability in his heart calmed down somewhat.

He realized that although this woman had cheated on him, she had at least taken care of him all night last night. Maybe he was too harsh on her.

But he quickly came to his senses, with a sneer in his eyes.

If this woman and his family hadn't teamed up to deceive him, the person who is with him now should be his sweetheart.

He understood that everything she did was just to compensate, and what he owed should have been returned to him.

Feng Ling also regained her composure. Looking at Nanchang Yue's painful expression, she showed concern again.

Suddenly, she remembered something again. Nanchang had an unbearable headache last night, and he had not yet drank the decoction that the magic doctor had ordered.

"By the way," Feng Ling tapped her head, "I almost forgot, I haven't drunk the Demon Lord's medicine yet."

Feng Ling left in a hurry to get the medicine.

She turned and walked to the kitchen to get the medicine, completely unaware that Nan Changyue's eyes stayed on her back for an unusually long time.

When Feng Ling came back with the prepared medicine, Nanchang Yue was leaning on the bedside, deep in thought.

Feng Ling came to him gently holding a porcelain bowl. Nanchang looked at the medicine in the bowl with obvious doubts in his tone, "What kind of medicine is this?"

Feng Ling explained to him with a smile,

"The magic doctor said that your headache is caused by the disorder of demonic energy in your body. Ordinary medicines in the world of cultivation have limited effect on this. This is made from spiritual plants in Youdu, which can calm the demonic energy in your body and relieve the headache. ."

However, Nan Changyue didn't seem to be completely relieved. He stared at the medicine bowl in her hand, doubts flashing in his eyes. When Fengling saw this, she couldn't help but smile.
  "Demon Lord, are you afraid that this medicine will be too bitter?"

"Most of the concoctions made from herbal medicines are like this, which is different from the elixirs refined by Xianmen. If you feel bitter, can I get some candied fruits to neutralize the taste?"

(End of this chapter)