Evil Sovereign, please be reserved: National teacher, can't afford to offend!

Chapter 213 How Can It Not Pain, Yet Precisely Pretending to Be Nonchalant

There are so many things that happened during this time, everything seems so unreal
These things weighed on Tang Jiu's heart, making her feel tight in her chest and difficult to breathe.

The body is uncomfortable, but the heart is more uncomfortable than the body.

Not knowing how he got out of the carriage, he was helped to the room by Qing Ying in a daze.

The exercises she practiced were of the fire type, and she would feel very uncomfortable when she was hot on weekdays, even more so now.

It was as if someone had tied a huge stove to his body, and Tang Jiu felt pain all over his body as it was being roasted.

It may be that sick people are more vulnerable than usual, and the past seems to appear in front of Tang Jiu like a movie without sound.

The only protagonist in it is that person.

Her head hurts, her whole body hurts, her heart hurts too, it hurts so much that she can't seem to breathe...

After Qingying helped Tang Jiu onto the bed, she hurried out to dispense the medicine.

Tang Jiu didn't like having too many people around to serve him. Therefore, although the National Teacher's Mansion was large, there were very few servants.

On weekdays, there are no girls who serve close by.

Now I can only point to Qingying to deal with everything.

Qingying knew that Tang Jiu must be protected by people from the Demon Palace or Tianshan, so she didn't worry about Tang Jiu's safety.

Although Qingying is good at medical skills, knowing that Tang Jiu is just an ordinary cold, coupled with extreme anger, it's no big deal.

After a few doses of medicine, it will be completely cured.

But the person who is sick now is none other than Tang Jiu.

It was about this person, and all his usual calmness was fed to the dogs.

After Qingying left, the bedroom was quiet, only the occasional sound from the bed proved that there was no one here.

"she left?"

"gone."

Jun Yanzhi rubbed his temples and asked in a hoarse voice.

Fuxi brought the teacup to the imperial case, and carefully put aside the finished book for Jun Yanzhi.

I endured it, but I still couldn't hold it back.

"how is he."

Fuxi remembered Tang Jiu's appearance just now, and spoke after deliberating.

"Looking at the old slave, it seems that it is not very good."

"Go find some imperial doctors and send them..."

"Forget it, there's no need to go."

Jun Yanzhi seemed to have remembered something again.

"You go back first."

"Yes."

After Fuxi stepped back, the entire imperial study room could hear the sound of needles falling quietly.

The man sitting on the dragon chair covered his eyes with his hands and frowned tightly, as if he was enduring something.

Lying dizzily on the bed, Tang Jiu felt extremely uncomfortable.

I don't know when, there seems to be one more person beside me.

Although he couldn't open his eyes yet, he could smell the familiar cold fragrance from that person.

It squirmed like an instinct, and hugged the man's waist tightly.

The body of the hugged person froze, his back tensed, and in the end he could only hug the person in his arms tightly.

Tang Jiu's body was very hot, and she would feel better only by leaning against this cold object.

Looking at this man's face almost devoutly, every frown and smile are his favorite appearances.

But he wanted to push him away with his own hands.

How can it not be painful, but it is necessary to pretend that nothing happened.

With a little cold lips slowly printed on the sick man's forehead.

A gust of wind blew past, leaving only the cold fragrance that filled the room.

The sleeping man opened his eyes as if he had noticed something, but what he saw was only the empty bedroom.

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(End of this chapter)