The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

As if hearing Su Yueming's call, the prince who had been in a coma slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids were covered with sweat, and the transparent sweat dripped on his slender and thick eyelashes. When he saw Su Yueming, his face showed A weak smile came.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and his chapped lips moved. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he called "Yue Ming".

The maid brought hot water over, Su Yueming wrung out the handkerchief, and wiped his sweat carefully with his body.

The prince looked at her with a smile, raised his hand with difficulty, and pressed his broad palm against her face, Su Yueming felt a biting cold.

His palm was actually so cold, without a trace of warmth, like a dead person.

His hands caressed her face carefully, his movements full of reluctance and attachment.

Su Yueming put his hand on the back of his hand and said, "Your Highness, don't worry, nothing will happen. I just asked the prince, but I'm just weak. It will be fine tomorrow morning."

"Pfft..." Suddenly, he sat up abruptly, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and landed on the bed sheet in front of him, on the skirt of his clothes, on his hands, there was also blood, and the blood from the corner of his lips dripped down through his chin.

"Cold, I'm so cold, so cold..." The prince suddenly shivered from the cold, he clenched his teeth, Su Yueming could hear his teeth rattling.

"Carbon! Come on, get the quilt."

When Mo Yu saw him, he hurriedly ordered the others, the one who made the charcoal to make the charcoal, and the one who took the quilt to get the quilt. Everyone was in a hurry, and Doctor Li frowned to take his pulse, the expression on his face never relaxed.

And Su Yueming held the prince's hand and never let go.

The quilt is covered, the carbon is generated, and the room is warmed up.

"Cold, cold..." But the prince still felt cold, his face became paler, and the color of his lips became darker.

"Add more carbon and bring two more quilts." Mo Yu continued to order.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. The others were so hot that they were sweating profusely, and they were a little breathless, but the prince was covered with four good silk quilts, so he still felt cold.

Su Yueming only felt that the temperature on his hands was getting colder and colder.

Doctor Li wiped the sweat off his face, looked at Su Yueming and said, "Your Highness's pulse is getting weaker and weaker! If you don't warm up..."

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Su Yueming suddenly climbed onto the prince's bed, calmly removed the outer shirt on his body, put on close-fitting clothes, hugged the prince's waist from behind, and pressed his body against his back, a little There are no gaps either.

She wanted to use her own body to raise the temperature of his body.

The prince's body was still shaking from the cold, he fainted again and lost consciousness again.

He could only feel a warm and soft mass close to his body. He didn't know what it was, but he was very attached to it. He worked hard to get closer to this warmth, and he wanted more and more.

"Leave Mo Yu and the two maids, and the others, wait outside the hall first. Doctor Li will come in every half an hour." Su Yueming ordered everyone.

"Dongmei, Laxue, the two of you stay, and the others go out." Mo Yu left the two court ladies behind, and the others all retreated, and were on standby at any time according to Su Yueming's instructions.

"What can we do? We are all so hot, and His Highness's hands are still so cold." Mo Yu was extremely worried, walking up and down in front of the bed, and said, she was almost drenched in sweat, and her hands were as big as beans. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

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Still today.