Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 378

Shocked and blown, Jiang Yuwan had a low-grade fever and cough.

Originally, it would not be a serious problem in normal times, the imperial physician prescribed a prescription for people to grab the medicine.

But now that Jiang Yuwan is pregnant, she can't take medicine indiscriminately, so the imperial doctor asked Jiang Yuwan to take it easy on her own and use food tonic.

Jingyue took care of Jiang Yuwan, and Qi Chuan followed the small table to the dining room to watch.

She was lying on the bed, a little sleepy, her small face was a little pink due to a low-grade fever, her eyelashes were drooping, and she looked a little cute.

The window was closed, and she was covered in a quilt, with only one face exposed.

In fact, it was still a little hot, and even my head was groggy.

The thin quilt was draped over the body, like a spider web, trapping people under it.

"Your Majesty, you sleep for a while, cover it, and wait for it to sweat, it will be fine."

Jingyue tucked in the quilt and stood by the side.

Jiang Yuwan, who was not sleepy at first, was so affected by the low-grade fever that she couldn't lift her spirits up, and fell asleep in a daze for an unknown amount of time.

But things didn't turn out as they thought. Jiang Yuwan woke up this time and slept for five or six hours, but she didn't see any improvement.

Touching the temperature on the forehead, the fever was still low, and it didn't rise.

But the low-grade fever continued, the cough was intermittent, the throat was very dry, and water was required from time to time.

No appetite when eating.

"I can't eat, so I have to have porridge." Qi Chuan set up a table of food, but Jiang Yuwan didn't even look at it.

He brought a bowl of shredded chicken porridge to Jiang Yuwan's. The shredded chicken was shredded by hand, finely shredded, floating in the stewed soft porridge.

The white porridge is also dotted with green dots, which looks very appetizing.

The porridge exudes heat.

Jiang Yuwan raised her eyelids to take a look, curled her lips sleepily, leaned against the bed, and wanted to slide down again.

"I do not want to eat……"

Her voice was low, coughing for a long time made her voice a little hoarse, with a different kind of temptation.

He spoke softly, as if he was acting like a spoiled child to Qi Chuan.

Qi Chuan quickly pinned her down, not allowing her to continue sleeping.

"If you sleep too much, your energy will be exhausted. You have to eat something to have the strength to get sick." Qi Chuan tried his best to comfort Jiang Yuwan.

And try to convince her to eat.

Unfortunately, the effect is not very good.

Jiang Yuwan was restrained and was not allowed to continue lying down, so she looked at him with a pair of lifeless peach blossom eyes.

"Eat more and continue to be sick?"

Qi Chuan was taken aback, and explained clumsily, "I didn't mean that, I meant that people usually have to eat, but when they are sick, they are more vulnerable and need to eat."

"Otherwise, how would you have the strength to recover?"

"Eat some, I squatted in the dining room and stewed it myself."

Jiang Yuwan finally spared her peripheral vision to look at the bowl of porridge that Qi Chuan had been holding in her hand.

Her lips were a little dry, and there seemed to be a string in her mind that was constantly pulling, which made her a little irritable.

It still hurts.

"...I really don't want to eat it."

With a movement of her body, her cheeks, which were steamed with low fever, slid down and landed on Qi Chuan's elastic and flexible thighs.

The long hair fell down smoothly and fell on Qi Chuan's clothes.

Qi Chuan sighed, put the porridge in his hand aside, and reached out to brush the hair off Jiang Yuwan's cheeks.

She has always been very mature and cautious, and she doesn't like to be clingy.

Only when I'm sick, I cling to others, and I don't bother others, I just want someone to accompany me.

The big hand that brushed the cheek inadvertently was a little hot. It was just holding the bowl of hot porridge, and even his hand was also hot.

Jiang Yuwan tilted her head to avoid it, feeling a little disgusted.

Moaning, he didn't want Qi Chuan to touch him.

Qi Chuan laughed in his heart, "Come over here by yourself, and don't touch me."

(End of this chapter)