it hurts!
it hurts!
Even though her sanity was still in the dark and she was not awake at all, the pain had come first, Nan Yan couldn't help frowning, and murmured: "It hurts..."
Subconsciously reach out to grab something.
At this time, a hand stretched out, firmly but gently grabbed her wrist, and put it aside.
Nan Yan still felt uncomfortable, shaking her head and muttering.
"it hurts… "
"..."
"It hurts… "
Hearing her vague murmurs, Zhu Feng who was sitting by the bed turned ashen as if he had been punched. He gritted his teeth, looked away from his wrinkled little face, and looked towards the room. The imperial physician standing inside, and the doctor of the palace.
"You, you, can't you make her feel better?!"
"The emperor forgives me!"
Those people knelt down in fright.
The imperial physician said with a bitter face, "Weichen and the others have already given the best plaster to Miss Si."
Zhu Feng let out a deep breath, and then said: "Useless things."
"..."
"Get out!"
A group of people kowtowed their heads as if they were granted amnesty, and then retreated one after another.
Zhu Feng turned his head again, looking at Nan Yan who was shaking his head in pain and murmuring unconsciously on the bed, he felt as if a needle was pricking his heart.
He clasped her hands, trying to make his voice sound softer.
Although, I don't know if she could really hear: "Nan Yan, don't move."
"..."
"Don't hurt yourself."
As if understanding what he said, the little girl finally calmed down slowly, but her dry mouth was still muttering something.
Seeing that her lips were dry and about to split—this is the north, of course it is different from the gentle Jinling, Zhu Feng got up to get a cup of tea, thought for a while, took a sip, and then, as he did before , and slowly bent down.
to her lips—
"Um?"
There was a vague voice coming from his ear. When Zhu Feng opened his eyes, he saw that Nan Yan had already opened his eyes. Those clear eyes still had a little fog of unconsciousness, and he was staring blankly at him.
With a "gudong", he swallowed the tea.
"you're awake?"
"..."
However, Nan Yan still couldn't recover. When she opened her eyes, all she saw was a magnified face, and she couldn't react at all.
Just stared at him blankly.
Zhu Feng straightened up and looked down at her again: "Is it better?"
"... Your Majesty?"
Just after saying these two words, an uncomfortable feeling came from her throat, and Nan Yan suddenly choked and coughed.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."
Zhu Feng hurriedly hugged her, let her sit on the soft cushion at the head of the bed, and then brought the tea he had already taken to her mouth: "Drink something first."
With the fire in her throat, Nan Yan didn't have time to say anything, so she took a few sips immediately.
Finally, a little more comfortable.
She raised her head, and she finally regained consciousness: "Your Majesty, slave—"
"You passed out," Zhu Feng said while holding the teacup, "Also, you inhaled too much smoke."
"..."
"The doctor said that there is still corpse gas in the thick smoke, which is not good for you."
"..."
"You need to rest for a while."
"..."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then took a sharp breath.
She remembered!
Before I fell into a coma, I wanted to drag the corpse out of the coffin, but the fire—