Canglan Empress

Chapter 691 Rong Jin is sick 4
Black concoction was splashed on the bed, the floor and the corner of Yaohua's snow-white robe.

But Yaohua didn't seem to care, just cast down his eyes casually, and then raised his voice, "Come here."

The voice fell, and the maid outside the door came in with a tray.

On the tray were two white bowls.

The maid went straight into the inner room and put the tray on the table beside the bed.

Rong Jin turned his head to look, and instantly the corner of his mouth twitched violently. In the two white bowls on the tray, the black decoction looked like ink.

Yaohua waved his hand, and the maid stepped back respectfully.

"It's okay, drink slowly and spit slowly." Yaohua leaned back on the chair leisurely, "There are still two bowls here, if not enough, I'll ask someone to fry them again."

Rong Jin: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Rong Jin saw that Yaohua was determined to punish him, so he simply put the half bowl of medicine left in his hand aside.

He reached out and picked up another bowl.

He tested the temperature with his mouth, pinched his nose, closed his eyes, and gulped it down in a gulp, in a posture of premature death and premature death.

Putting the empty bowl aside, Rong Jin closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, using strong self-control to suppress the overwhelming nausea in his internal organs.

There was a strong bitter taste in his mouth, esophagus and stomach, which made him want to vomit and could hardly control it.

However, I can't vomit anymore.

This time I drank and vomited over and over again, the one who was to blame was myself.

Swallowing dryly, desperately suppressing the bitter taste in his stomach, Rong Jin took another deep breath before opening his eyes and looking at Yao Yaohua.

In the eyes that were usually dark, deep and peaceful, there was a faint glint of water at this time, forced out by the bitter taste.

Yaohua stared at him silently for a moment, and recently nodded slowly: "Not bad."

Rong Jin: "..."

He was thankful that he had strong self-control, otherwise this bowl of medicine would definitely be in vain again.

I really want to vomit... It's too bitter, too bitter...

"After drinking the medicine, let's sleep for a while." Yaohua stood up, "Continue at noon."

Yaohua put the empty bowl and the untouched medicine from that night on the tray, and ordered the maid to come in and take them away.

Then he too turned and left the house.

"Yaohua." Rong Jin called to stop him, his voice slightly lowered.

When the boy turned around, Rong Jin frowned slightly, "Your Highness, I want to take a bath."

"No." Yaohua's tone was light, but he could not refute, "The doctor said that you can't take a bath until the illness is clear."

Rong Jin was silent.

Did the doctor say this, or Yaohua?

"Then I want to go out for a walk." Rong Jin chose the next best thing.

"No way." Yaohua shook his head, his tone was calm but absolutely irrefutable, "When will your illness recover, and when will you be able to go out."

Rong Jin was silent again, retreating again and again: "Then... can your Highness stay here and talk to me?"

"My Highness is not free." Yaohua said, "Besides, you just took the medicine and need to sleep."

Rong Jin: "..."

So when he got sick, not only did he not receive any special treatment, but he became a prisoner without even freedom?

And just like a woman who gave birth in confinement, she can't take a bath, and she can't see the wind?

The room was eerily quiet for a moment.

Rong Jin frowned slightly, and said in a somewhat deliberative tone: "Actually, when I woke up in the morning, most of my illness was already cured, and I am very strong. It doesn't matter if it's a mere cold, so there's no need to be too delicate."

(End of this chapter)