Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 28 Chapter 37
But Mu Tuo was still very entangled in his heart, "But master..." If he gets injured under our protection, tomorrow's sun seems to be saying goodbye...

Tu also simply closed his eyes and rested his mind, no longer paying attention to the entangled Mu Tuo.

In order for the poor master to recover his true body as soon as possible, he must close his acupoints every day and exercise his kung fu to force the medicinal properties of the rejuvenating pill out of his body little by little.

Unexpectedly, when the princess bumped into her, she thought it was a high fever, and what kind of snow lotus was brought in to cool down the temperature. Once the temperature dropped, it would definitely cause the master's qi and blood to flow backwards, and all achievements would be lost.

Sure enough, Yan Qingcheng stuffed the petals into Chu Yuanheng's mouth. After half a stick of incense, the mist around Chu Yuanheng's body gradually condensed into frost beads. As the temperature of his body dropped rapidly, Chu Yuanheng woke up, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Qingcheng was startled, and hurriedly called Yunxi to ask for a doctor.

Chu Yuanheng waved his hand weakly, "No need..."

"Why not! You vomited blood..." Yan Qingcheng's voice trembled slightly.

"I'm not sick..."

Illness is also forced out by you. If you work hard to force poison, you almost lose your life.

However, although he couldn't move at the time, his consciousness was clear. He clearly knew what had happened in the past few hours, and he clearly felt the care and concern of this woman for him. He suddenly felt that this mouthful of blood was worth vomiting. .

Yan Qingcheng thought for a while, when the doctor came earlier, he also said that the little evildoer was not sick. Could it be that the little evildoer has a special constitution?
She felt the pulse of the little evildoer, the pulse was so messed up that she couldn't diagnose the cause, so she had to give up her half-baked medical skills.

Yan Qingcheng looked at Chu Yuanheng's pale face, thinking of how a one-year-old child had suffered so much, she stroked Chu Yuanheng's cheek in distress, her eyes were soft.

"Son, what do you need, tell mother."

Chu Yuanheng's heart trembled like an electric shock, and his lips moved.

"I need you to hug me."

He was startled when he said that, he would actually beg this woman to hug her? ...

Yan Qingcheng pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Okay."

As she spoke, she leaned over and hugged Chu Yuanheng in her arms, and gently patted Chu Yuanheng's back with her palm.

Chu Yuanheng originally thought that he would resist, feel ashamed and angry, and feel uncomfortable, but when his weak body was pressed into Yan Qingcheng's arms, he only felt infinitely warm and nostalgic.

I have never discovered that a woman's embrace can be so comfortable.

Perhaps it was the collapse caused by the reflux of qi and blood, the cold air in Xuelian's body gradually expanded, Chu Yuanheng felt cold all over his body, and subconsciously clung to Yan Qingcheng.

Yan Qingcheng lowered Chu Yuanheng's head with his chin, and gently rocked Chu Yuanheng into dreamland like a mother coaxing a baby.

On the osmanthus tree outside the window, there was another trembling...

Just like that, Yan Qingcheng slept peacefully all night with Chu Yuanheng in his arms.

When he woke up the next morning, Chu Yuanheng looked sleepy and listless.

Yan Qingcheng knew that people who had just recovered from a serious illness seemed to have no energy, so she specially ordered Yunxi to make an appetizing porridge for enriching blood.

"Son, you didn't eat much yesterday, so eat more for breakfast. This is the porridge I ordered Yunxi to cook for you."

Yan Qingcheng took Yun Xisheng's bowl of porridge and handed it to Chu Yuanheng.

Chu Yuanheng shook his head feebly, "I have no strength, I can't hold it."

After finishing speaking, she blinked her eyes and looked at Yan Qingcheng.

The unspoken meaning is that you feed me.

Yan Qingcheng treated Chu Yuanheng very patiently today.

She smiled softly, took a bowl, scooped up a spoonful of porridge to test the temperature, and fed it to Chu Yuanheng after it cooled down. The moment Chu Yuanheng lowered his head, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Touch!" Suddenly, the crisp sound of the porcelain spoon falling to the ground broke into several pieces in an instant.

(End of this chapter)