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Chapter 84 I Married the Prince Regent After Dressing Up as a Man (13)
The poor Huo Jue was lying on the bed, his whole face was flushed abnormally.

The manic little lion before has turned into a weak little sheep.

It looks oddly distressing.

Sitting on the chair by the bed, Huai Li brushed his forehead hair with cool hands, and touched his forehead.

It took a while to move away.

"It's almost cooked." Huai Li's clear voice rang in his ears.

Will burning like this burn my brain?
Burning out her brain, she shouldn't have to take care of him for the rest of her life!
Huo Jue opened his eyes in a daze, and was startled when he saw the person coming.

Who let her in, let her see this king's sick and crooked appearance.

Is this king not wanting to lose face?

Huo Jue was probably sick, and his temper was particularly weird, so he covered his head under the quilt and said sullenly, "Who is this king to blame?"

Huai Li: "???" Blame me?what did I do?
But right now Huo Jue is very weak, and his strong words have no deterrent effect.

Huai Li just thought it was funny, and called him: "My lord."

I don't want to talk to her!

He stuck out his head from under the quilt angrily: "What's the matter?"

If you keep arguing with me, be careful that you won't be able to get out of bed when my king recovers.

That beautiful face looked at Huai Li with a sleepy expression, her lips were clearly lined and slightly pursed, perhaps because of a fever, her cheeks were slightly red.

Simply stunning.

Stunning...

Although she is a determined woman, she can't escape the temptation of beauty.

Huai Li's voice softened a bit: "Why don't you want to take medicine?"

Huo Jue is a person who doesn't like taking medicine very much. Of course, few people in the world like taking medicine, but he doesn't like it very much, so he generally tries to avoid getting sick.

"Bitter." The voice sounded pitiful.

"Good medicine tastes bitter."

"Drink medicine when you are sick."

Huo Jue's face was slightly red, his eyes were wet, and his petulance came up: "This king doesn't drink."

Whoever likes to drink will drink, anyway, this king doesn't drink.

Inexplicably, Huai Li heard a childish air.

An Yi brought in the boiled medicine, Huo Jue frowned tightly when he smelled the medicine, and hid under the quilt again.

"Take it away, my king won't drink it."

An Yi ran halfway yesterday and was caught by other dark guards, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and come over to deliver the medicine.

Huai Li: "Give it to me."

Taking a dark look at the lump in the quilt, he handed the medicine to Huai Li.

The prince is sick, naive and difficult to deal with, so he can only rely on the princess.

Leave this place of right and wrong by yourself.

Huai Li took the medicine bowl, and didn't know what to say, so she pushed the lump on the bed, "My lord is suffering from the cold, how can I get better if I don't take medicine?"

The lump under the quilt was stiff.

Huai Li said patiently and softly as if coaxing a child: "My lord, take the medicine first, and after taking the medicine, eat some sweet candied fruit and it won't be bitter."

It's really ugly for such a big person to make a fuss about not taking medicine, and Huo Jue is not a real child, he got up and raised his hand to take the medicine bowl, when he suddenly took a look at Huai Li: "You serve me to drink."

"Feed it spoon by spoon."

Huai Li: "..."

"Isn't the prince too bitter? Is it uncomfortable to drink one spoon at a time, or one sip?"

Huo Jue thought for a while: "Then I should drink it myself."

Huai Li blew on the medicine bowl, and handed it to him when it was no longer steaming: "Drink it, I'll watch the prince drink it."

Huo Jue reluctantly brought the medicine bowl over, took a deep breath, held his breath as if death was at home, and sipped the bowl of medicine in one gulp, which was a pain to the core.

The bitterness of the medicine in his mouth became more intense, and he couldn't help frowning.

Huai Li understood, and brought over a plate of candied fruit.

Huo Jue: "This can be fed."

Huai Li: "..." Childish is not childish.

(End of this chapter)