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Chapter 171 The Demon Realm's Elegance (14)

Jiang Zhen was choked and coughed violently.

The whole person looks weak.

His face was as pale as powder.

The black soup ran down the corner of his mouth, and all fell on the quilt and clothes.

Not a few drops were drunk.

There was no strength in the fingers.

Can't even resist.

"What are you doing."

Fuhua looked at the two women standing by the bed, frowning as if forced to feed them.

The woman turned her head.

Looking at Fuhua, the whole decoction fell to the ground.

The two knelt down together.

There was a look of fear on his face.

"Wang... His Highness Jiang Zhen has been unable to drink the medicine, so..."

"Go down."

The woman was a little surprised, and looked up at her in disbelief.

Wang, don't kill her?
There is something in my heart that should not only be happy or sad.

Stand up and salute.

"My lord, we are retreating."

Fu Hua sat aside and looked at the man's pale face.

She looked at him lightly, without any emotion in her eyes.

"Why is it still not cured? Is it because their medicine doesn't work?"

Jiang Zhen smiled palely.

"No, it's because I'm weak. As Fuhua knows, scholars are not as healthy as those who practice dancing."

Fuhua's round hair curled up the potion at the corner of his mouth between his fingers.

"Starting tomorrow, it's better not to go out, otherwise, your health will be even worse."

"And the people around you, I'll ask them to select a new group of people to come in, so they can take a good rest."

Jiang Zhen smiled and replied quietly: "Okay."

After Fuhua finished speaking, she walked out the door.

He stood at the door and looked back.

His eyes were indifferent and sharp.

This ginger pillow.

Gee.

With a sneer, he left.

I didn't take the medicated diet at noon, and I felt better.

Mo Yu has a quiet temperament, and he reads quietly like a primary school student.

After a while, I felt a loud movement from him.

E Fuhua, who was reviewing the memorial, spilled all his pen and ink on the paper next to him in shock.

I can't read the words...

It's a foreign envelope
Frowning, she walked over to look at him.

The man is still serious.

But the exaggerated sleeves hold a book.

Fuhua pouted her lips.

slowly approach
Fingers passed over his sleeve, and a book was brought out from underneath.

Yellowed paper.

It is a book about planting flowers.

His eyes fell on his calm side face.

Delicate lines cast by the rays of the sun
The ears are indeed slightly red.

"what is this?"

Mo Yu tilted his head to look at her with a confused face.

She was silent and dumbfounded, not speaking.

Fu Hua looked suspicious.

Just as Mo Yu was about to flip the pages of the book with his fair fingers, Mo Yu dodged them all at once.

book slips out of fingers

Fu Hua was even more puzzled.

"Bring it?!"

Mo Yu got up and stood aside.

Eyes lowered, holding a book.

"my book."

Fu Hua glanced at him.

"You want to grow flowers?"

Mo Yu stammered a little: "Kind...no...um."

Why does it feel like this man is not very smart.

Fuhua laughed.

ignore
Shaking his head, he went to look at the envelope.

It's a pity that it has been stained with ink.

I can't see what's written in the light...

Mo Yu looked at Fu Hua's leaving forehead and back, and let out a shallow breath.

Holding the book with my fingers, it feels a little hot.

After sitting down on the bottom, I started to read the book again.

After Fuhua read the memorial
what did you remember

I got used to the temperature of my body, so I didn't notice it.

She seemed to heat up a bit.

(End of this chapter)