Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Ji Rao leaned on the bed. He was wearing thick clothes. With several charcoal pots missing in the room, he was wearing more clothes than the palace people outside.

He had a quilt under his waist and a hand warmer in his hand. His hair was loose and hanging down, like a sea of ink. His upper half was only held loosely by a wooden hairpin. His face was pale, accompanied by two dull coughs from time to time.

"Ji Rao."

A voice came in as they were pushed away.

Ji Xiao turned around and quickly closed the door to avoid the wind coming in a little bit. Even if Ji Rao was wrapped so thick, he was still afraid of the cold. He felt a little cold and his bones hurt badly.

Ji Rao looked up at Ji Xiao and said, "the prince is back."

"Yes." Ji Xiao came back with a suit of cold air. He sat by Ji Rao's couch and looked at him all over again. Then he said, "what's wrong today?"

Rao Ji shook her head.

"That's good. I've asked people to carry the food. Let's eat it now?"

Ji Rao nodded, he turned out of bed, still some standing instability, Ji Xiao just want to help him, see Ji Rao put his hand on the next maid's hand.

The smile on Ji Xiao's face pauses, and the cold vision looks at the maid of honor through Ji Rao.

The maid in waiting collapsed.

It's really not her intention to help. Ji Rao has reached out to her. Ji Rao is the master. She's just a maid in waiting. Dare she not answer?

But now I feel Ji Xiao's sight and regret.

She shouldn't have just answered.

Ji Xiao asked people to move the screen to keep out the wind, and then opened the door to let the palace people bring in the plates one by one.

The food is rich, but most of it is light. One by one, there are only two people on the table, but it is enough for twenty people.

Ji Xiao sat down. In the past, people gave him cloth dishes, but now he is holding chopsticks to Ji Rao.

Ji Rao didn't refuse either. He ate whatever he put in.

A dull meal.

Ji Xiao doesn't speak, and Ji Rao will never speak.

Although Ji Xiao once thought it was very good, there was not a talkative person nearby who was very peaceful.

But now he wants Ji Rao to say more.

He gave jirao a tip of everything. Jirao only tasted a little of every dish.

"Ji Rao, why don't you talk?"

"No

There was silence again.

Ji Xiao sighed deeply, "since you wake up, you don't talk much, and you don't laugh at me."

Ji Rao looks up at Ji Xiao, and then slowly smiles at him.

He is an actor, a professional actor. It's not difficult to smile in front of a 15-year-old.

As long as he wants, he can control his facial expression at will and make Ji Xiao feel that this is the warmest and most sincere smile.

"Is that so?"

Ji Xiao was stunned to see it for a while, and then he also laughed, "Ji Rao, you look good when you laugh, and smile more in the future."

"Good."

Ji Rao lowered his head and continued to eat his own food. The smile on his face faded, as if nothing had just happened.

Ji Rao has a small stomach and is full without a few bites.

Ji Xiao takes Ji Rao's last few bites, and then asks people to take everything down.

After dinner, someone from the palace brought the soup.

This is for Ji Rao to take care of her body.

Ji Rao took a look and didn't move.

He can still remember that Princess Jia poisoned his medicine.