The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

To tell the truth, Jiang qianxia's life in the luxury prison car is quite good except when it's convenient, which is in line with her ultimate pursuit of eating and waiting for death. Of course, it would be better if she could have some more entertainment activities to kill time.

After completely losing contact with the outside world, Jiang qianxia is at ease when she comes. She can't tell the difference between eating day and night, sleeping and eating. If she can't sleep, she will sing some messy tunes. As long as the decibel is not high, let the wooden guard misunderstand what signal she is transmitting to the outside world.

She didn't know how many days had passed, but the chaotic biological clock gradually caused by irregular diet made her wary.

"Is it day or night? I feel I have a problem. If you don't want your God to receive a body, you'd better start telling me the time."

The voice was cold and weak, and the stomach swelled badly, but the body couldn't make it out at all.

The older generation often said that people should often go down to the ground to get well. Although they don't know any scientific basis, the current situation of Jiang qianxia is obviously related to the lack of grounding.

Perhaps her voice was too half dead. The wooden guard slowly stopped the carriage and opened the door. He was a little stunned - Jiang qianxia, who was half paralyzed in the middle of the carriage, looked terrible. His cheeks flushed as if he had smeared inferior rouge, but his face was pale with a light black blue, and his lips were dark purple. His eyes, which were almost out of focus, made the wooden guard nervous, I'm afraid she'll die the next minute.

Having never experienced such a delicate "guest", the wooden guard subconsciously thought of the words that the God had told Wan Haosheng to take care of her. A cold air rushed from the bottom of his feet to the back of his head. The cold wind with snow foam in the North was as pleasant as the spring wind compared with the cold from his heart.

Don't let the guest valued by God have problems, otherwise death may be his best end!

Under the ghost wood mask, a thin layer of virtual sweat suddenly appeared on her thin face. The wooden guard opened her mouth and made a hollow and nervous "ah ah" sound. The voice she hadn't heard for a long time made Jiang qianxia's eyes somewhat lax. However, because she couldn't understand the meaning, she had some condensed vision and dispersed at a faster speed. A dead ash gradually covered her cat's eyes.

"Ah ah!"

Carefully staring at her, the wooden guard's heart almost jumped out of her throat. He danced for a long time, hesitated, gritted his teeth, climbed into the carriage, quickly untied the iron chain tied to her limbs with the key, and then took her out of the car.

No, it's not difficult at all. The wooden guard vaguely remembers that when she first held this fragrant and soft woman into the carriage, she was still a little pressed in her thick cloak, but now

Where did the woman eat five or six meals a day!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

He didn't dare to think deeply. After the wooden guard took her to the frame, he carefully patted her face. After patting for a while, he still didn't respond. He couldn't help taking down the kettle at his waist, poured some water into his palm, and tried to splash it on her face.

"No, no, no, wake up. In the cold winter, I have to see the king of hell."

The gray covering on the eyes gradually faded. Although a pair of half narrowed cat eyes were not as smart as in the past, they could finally turn the focal length.

Into the eyes is a snow-white, distant mountains in the snow like a fairyland hazy, in addition to the gray sky and white snow, there is no third color in the world.

Looking at the snow for a while, Jiang qianxia rubbed his frozen face and body, turned his eyes and said, "I appreciate you for letting me out of the car, but can't you help me take out my cloak? Do you always expect me to die or what's going on?"

The exposed ears of the wooden guard were stained with unnatural red. After carefully looking at her eyes and making sure she wouldn't take the opportunity to escape, she leaned into the carriage to help her take out her thick cloak and wrap it clumsily.

"Alas, it's late. I didn't expect that my body would be so poor after only a few days of kung fu..."

I don't know when her pale face turned into a lovely light red. The misty water mist made Jiang qianxia look as soft and waxy as a small animal, but her body shivered for a while, telling Jiang qianxia that she had a fever after blowing the wind weakly for such a while

The continuous high fever made Jiang qianxia's already weak body weaker. Even if she took antipyretic drugs, she only cooled down slightly, repeatedly making her whole person more drowsy and confused.

Fortunately, the time passed quickly when she was hot and confused. As long as she was a little sober, the wooden guard always timidly asked her to get out of the carriage for a walk. Then when she returned to the carriage, he hurried back and wanted to fly back to life.

Once again, Jiang qianxia woke up from his sleep. This time, he felt a long lost comfort in his body - not a soft, hard and shaking carriage, but a comfortable, solid and spacious big bed. The cashmere blanket was wrapped in the best silk, close to and warm.

His eyes narrowed weakly into a seam, his head was too lazy to move, so he turned his eyes lazily and looked around.

The luxury camp I have never seen is somewhat like the yurts of later generations. A dim oil lamp is lit on the table at the head of the bed, and there is an ancient incense burner next to it. The incense with calming ingredients almost makes Jiang qianxia sigh comfortably.

"... how could her body be so weak! She didn't even respond to being held down from the carriage. She fell asleep at noon and couldn't feed the medicine for so long. How did you treat it?"

There seemed to be several people standing outside the tent. The man with his back to the tent door was angry. His hoarse voice was deliberately disguised.

"God is angry, but Princess Chang Rui is just wind and evil in the body, plus an estimate of staying in the carriage for a long time, so the limbs are weak and weak. This is the only way to get sick." the servant has caught the medicine and is going to cook it again. It will soon boil down, and drink to the Royal Highness for a while, and it will not be long before it wakes up! "

The frightened answer was a bit more nervous than the reply of the imperial doctor she accidentally heard in the palace. It seems that Li Guangxiao is really a good emperor who is not easy to anger.

When Jiang qianxia was going to sleep, he suddenly felt a slight shock in the bed and squinted. The man with a gorgeous and majestic ferocious mask was sitting by her bed with medicine. Some clumsily tried to cool the hot medicine.

He is definitely a person who has never served anyone. Blowing a medicine can splash the medicine juice. Jiang qianxia endured for a long time. He felt that a bowl of medicine was almost spilled by him. He couldn't help making a sound.

"Come on, help me up. I'll drink it myself. If I don't drink it again, it'll be gone."

Her sudden noise startled the man who was concentrating on blowing medicine. He tried his best to suppress his action of not jumping up, which made Jiang qianxia feel much better.

Unconsciously, he smiled with a soft voice that was a little delicate. The man stiffened again. A pair of dark eyes looked at her through the hole of the mask for a while, put the medicine aside, and put the warm palm on her forehead with no rejection.

"I told the wooden guard to take good care of you. How can you get so sick?"

"Obviously, your guard doesn't know what to take good care of. Besides eating, drinking and Lazar, people still have many other needs, okay? Otherwise, what's the difference between them and wild animals?"

"... you're right, but that's not the reason why you're seriously ill. If so, drink the medicine first and I'll teach you a lesson when you get better."

"The world is getting worse and the heart of the people is not ancient. You can be regarded as one of the best in the world when you overturn right and wrong."

She sat up with her mouth held by him, took the medicine bowl and took a sip of it. She was in tears. "I said, Lord God, this bitter and deadly medicine juice will not be the first punishment you God taught to deal with the enemy?"