The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1289 An An's heart disease, what to eat to make up for it

"pig heart?"

An Ran frowned and stared.

Yan Yun gently blew on the soup in the spoon, and replied, "Yes."

"An'an was born with heart disease, so she used pig heart as herbal medicine to supplement whatever she ate."

Hearing Yan Yun's explanation, An Ran's eyes focused on the floating objects in the soup bowl, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

After blowing to warm the soup in the spoon, Yan Yun fed it to An An.

Looking at the medicinal food, An Ran frowned and turned her head, with rejection written all over her face, "Master... this is too bad, I don't want to eat it."

"Eating it every few months has no effect at all."

She turned her head away, with resistance written all over her body, "It's fishy and unpalatable."

Yan Yun's eyebrows were serious and tender, "The medicinal food must not taste good."

"It will be used in a while, Master will bring you your favorite candied fruit."

He coaxed softly, and passed the spoon over, "Hey, An An's body will get better and better after the medicinal diet slowly adjusts her body."

"But...it's been a long time, and it's useless." She glanced at the soup bowl, "It's still so fishy and unpalatable."

He said it was unpalatable and disgusting, but he opened his mouth obediently.

Yan Yun fed the medicinal food, half helpless, "Squeamish."

"Where can there be delicious medicinal food, bear with it and eat candied fruit later."

"Hmm~" An An swallowed hard, as if eating the most unpalatable food in the world, her pale face twisted into a ball, "Okay."

Yan Yun took another spoonful and fed it, while An An lay on the bed and sipped it.

The master and apprentice are in harmony, and the picture is warm.

It was superfluous for An Ran to stand behind, there was no room for her here.

After taking a few sips, An An raised her eyebrows to avoid it. From the corner of her eye, she noticed An Ran who was standing behind and quickly said, "Senior sister, don't stand still, cough...quick, sit down."

She coughed while talking, her little face flushed from coughing.

Yan Yun hurriedly put down the soup bowl and helped An An to pat her back, "What's the hurry, you're not in good health and talk slowly."

An An stuck out her tongue, although her face was pale, it didn't affect her agility at all, "I just watched Senior Sister An Ran standing outside alone."

"Senior Sister, sit down quickly, I am not in good health and Master is not taking good care of me."

Her words were weak, even though she was tortured by illness, she still looked innocent and carefree.

It is completely a look that was raised by others and has never seen darkness.

But in those words, An Ran was explicitly and secretly reminded that the master was because she ignored An Ran's existence, and even used the word "not taking care of four".

Directly divide An Ran into an unfamiliar and unfamiliar camp.

The corners of An Ran's mouth froze slightly, and a smile that didn't look like a smile appeared, "It's okay."

"Junior Sister, you are in poor health and need someone to take care of you."

"Well... since I have nothing to do, I'll go out first." After speaking, An Ran turned and left, her steps chaotic and out of rhythm.

An An stared at the back until it disappeared, then looked away, glanced at the soup bowl and herbal diet and opened her mouth, "Eat the rest."

"it is good."

Yan Yun lifted it up and fed the medicine little by little.

Leaving the palace, An Ran stopped and looked back, looking at the huge mountain and the huge palace, but there was no place for her.

She is completely redundant here.

The blue-purple petals fell with a gust of wind, An Ran withdrew her gaze and turned away, her deer eyes were deep and melancholy.

Another few days passed, Lingtian Academy was still quiet, and there was no sign of outsiders breaking in.

In the palace, Feng Canglan, who was lying on the bed, moved closer to Zong Zhengyu.

The half-scattered blue hair sprinkled on the shoulders, and the whole person was lazy.

She poked Zong Zhengyu's cheek with her fingertips, and saw that he was still resting with a smirk on his mouth.

He scratched Zong Zhengyu's cheek while pinching the blue silk beside his ear, and met those long and narrow Ruifeng eyes just as he was making a fuss...

(End of this chapter)