Transmigrate to be Queen

"Your Highness, it's me, Qingkou."

Although Qingkou followed Xiaoman into the palace as a slave, she still maintained the habits of the Jianghu in terms of address, but she still paid attention to outsiders.

Therefore, Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, can't help her. After all, she is invited from outside. Now she has become Man'er's master. She always wants to give her some respect. Zheng Fusheng won't care more about one title instead of others' face.

Open the door. Zheng Fusheng reached out to take the medicine bowl and was about to close the door. However, Qingkou stretched out a foot and leaned against the door,

"Wait a minute, your highness, I'll go in and help Xiaoman apply the medicine. You can't do it alone."

No one knows more about the medicine than Qingkou. No one can stand such a heavy dosage. Xiaoman has made his tongue and hands like that in order to bear it. Xiaoman must be in a better situation now. His highness wants to manipulate Xiaoman alone. It's impossible.

After all, the one who is not sober now and all reactions are instinctive, is the worst to control. Moreover, because she is Xiaoman and can't lay a heavy hand on her, she is the worst to fiddle with. Qingkou doesn't want Xiaoman's wound to drag on. Moreover, it's difficult to fill medicine alone.

"Oh, come in."

Zheng Fusheng really doesn't want others to see Man'er now, but fortunately, Qingkou is not an outsider. Listening to the movement on the bed, he also thought he might not be able to deal with Man'er.

When they came to the bed, Man'er had kicked away the quilt. Zheng Fusheng hurriedly jumped up and wrapped the man in the quilt again,

"Come on, she won't last long."

Qingkou couldn't understand this better. Although she was a lot better than the two people's congresses, she couldn't help but blush. She could only lower her head and try not to let her Highness the third prince see her expression. She didn't have to look in the mirror. Her expression must be very embarrassing now.

"Man'er, bear it and drink the medicine first."

Zheng Fusheng held Man'er tightly in his arms. His pink body and high body temperature made Zheng Fusheng extremely distressed.

Even if Ning Xiaoman gave himself a different feeling, it was ultimately caused by the medicine. Zheng Fusheng hated the medicine that could hurt Man'er. If it could be replaced, he would rather suffer such a crime than let Man'er suffer such harm.

"Hold her chin and I'll pour it in. Anyway, it's also suffering. It's not sharp. The more you drag her, the more you suffer."

Although Qingkou also loves Xiaoman, he knows that it's the most important to let Xiaoman free early.

Knowing that what Qingkou said was reasonable, Zheng Fusheng was cruel. He reached out and pinched maner's chin and asked her to open her mouth. Qingkou cloth towel padded Xiaoman, and then filled Xiaoman with a bowl. He was afraid that she would choke and didn't dare to pour too hard, but it made Xiaoman more sad.

The reason is naturally because of the wound on Xiaoman's tongue. The boiled medicine stimulates the wound on her tongue. Xiaoman cries with pain. Tears roll down from the end of his eyes one by one. Qingkou's hands tremble. Zheng Fusheng bites his lips and stares round his eyes. No one can imagine his anger at this time.

It was not easy to pour all the medicine down. Ning Xiaoman felt so painful that he put his tongue out of his mouth and kept breathing. He even stretched out his hand to grab it. He was so frightened that Qingkou hurried to hold her hands tightly, but the injury on his hand made Ning Xiaoman moan again. Qingkou found that he had caught the wrong place and hurried to move his hand to Xiaoman's wrist.

They were busy feeding medicine to Ning Xiaoman. They were busy sweating all over. Now they had to wrap up the wound on their hand, but Ning Xiaoman struggled too violently, and there was no way to wrap her hand, let alone apply medicine. Zheng Fusheng and Qingkou didn't want to be cruel, and they couldn't get over their heartache.