"Master, just now, Lord Wei mentioned that His Highness was cold. Why didn't you say anything?" Mama Zhao was anxious, it was all like this, the two of them were angry, and it was time to let them go. "If His Highness knew that you just said a faint 'um'..." My heart was so cold that I was afraid.
Mu Xiyao glanced at more leaks, the time had just passed.
"No hurry." Just to say, it has to be deeper and let the man keep it in mind. It's best to have some shame, and feel that you couldn't live with her a few days ago.
What's more, there must be someone with bad intentions in this visit. If the man puts on airs again, she will be too tiring to be shocked. You have to tell him to soften his heart at a glance and support her in the scene.
In the Prince's Mansion, Zong Zhenglin was sitting on the head of the bed in a single coat. His forehead was slightly hot, and his breathing was quicker than usual. Jun's face was still tense, and his cheekbones were slightly burning due to the hot flashes.
"His Royal Highness, you have to use some decoction, and the sickness will go away faster. Empress has already delivered the medicinal materials, so she ordered the servants to take good care of you." Tian Fushan said bitterly, but closed his eyes and rested his mind. People, not a word.
Zong Zhenglin's head is dizzy and he hasn't been sick for a long time. His Royal Highness doesn't like this feeling. He waved his hand in silence and called people to step back, as if he was alone in a deep sleep.
Yesterday, Helian came over, and the thing that should be explained to her has been done. This morning, the Su family sent soup, but Wei Zhen stopped him outside the door and refused. That woman should have the news now. Zong Zhenglin stroked his chest and coughed a few times in an extremely suppressed way. Like this, it would be better if she didn't come.
Zong Zhenglin, who has always been tough, was sick in bed in front of his own woman, and Zong Zhenglin had no face. What's awkward is that even if I can't put it down on face, I can't deny that I miss her in my heart.
In a trance, all the things she brought in front of her eyes were soap boots, robes, inkstones, and even sachets. Every thing is even placed in her room, only the smell of the little woman on the upper floor is warm, and it is pleasing to the eye. Moved the place, but it is not easy to use in every possible way. Thinking of her aggressive kick in the main room again, the corners of Zong Zhenglin's closed eyes tightened slightly.
Even playing with him in a dream, that woman is also dishonest.
The more I thought about it, the softer my body felt, and the surroundings seemed to contain her soft fragrance. Taking a deep breath, Zong Zhenglin's brows twitched, and he breathed into his chest and abdomen. As he suddenly held his breath, he was suffocated.
A small hand gently touched his forehead. The master got closer, and the familiar smell on his nose penetrated into his lungs, causing the pores of his body to relax, and the originally blocked internal breath seemed to lighten up a bit.
"Is it actually a fever?" The woman sighed in surprise.
After a while, the small hand held the silk handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead. Because of the proximity, the woman's hot breath just hit his cochlea. Zong Zhenglin never opened his eyes, he just let her play with it quietly.
After that, the woman twisted the towel again, cleaned her face first, and then held his wrist to check the pulse.
As if he was relieved, he muttered to himself, "It's okay." Then the footsteps began to sound, and it was time to go out and serve medicine with him. His Sixth Highness's pent-up qi gradually dissipated. Even with his eyes closed, the tight corners of his lips seemed to ease.
After a long time, Zong Zhenglin frowned and slowly opened his eyes without hearing her footsteps approaching. The room was quiet, and there was no other person in sight. The candlestick illuminates the screen, and on the screen, the landscape is light and elegant, and there is no silhouette of a woman against it.
"Wei Zhen." Zong Zhenglin called out in a deep voice. It was just that he was confused and had a dream, or she really came.
Suddenly summoned by His Royal Highness, Wei Zhen hurriedly opened the curtain and entered the house.
"What's your Highness' order?" After such a quiet afternoon, he finally had a voice. It was really not easy.
It wasn't until he called someone to stand in front of him that Zong Zhenglin was a little sober. How to ask this question? If the question is too direct, it seems that he is looking forward to her coming. How can a man do this...
The Sixth Highness frowned, his thoughts turned around, but he didn't say a word.
Wei Zhen's scalp was numb. It is very strange to be stared at by His Highness like this. The meaning in the master's eyes seemed to be resentful, it seemed to be disappointed, and it seemed to have some doubts. How could Commander Wei figure out such a complicated mind.
I didn't have the guts to talk nonsense, I could only pick out what I listened to, and secretly please this person. "His Royal Highness, if you are tired from sitting, will subordinate Rong help you to lie down and rest for a while? Master Yao said that sitting for a long time hurts your body, so you have to change your posture from time to time."
When Wei Zhen spoke about the second half, he suddenly noticed that His Highness' phoenix eyes closed slightly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. With such a big change, no matter how sluggish he is, he should find out what this person is really concerned about.
Mr. Wei was so blessed that he suddenly opened his mind. The next speech was very smooth.
"Master Yao said, it is absolutely impossible for you to be so careless about your own body. At this moment, the master took someone to the small kitchen and said that he wanted to order someone to cook something useful for you."
Sure enough, after saying this, His Highness's body immediately calmed down. He even took the initiative to raise his hand and let him lie down on his back...
Wei Zhen walked out of the door lightly, only to be stared at by His Highness, and his palms were sweating. If he had known that the master called him in to confirm such an exit, he should have taken the initiative to explain it a long time ago.
Your Highness, if you want to know, just ask directly. If you don't speak, how can your subordinates touch the doorway? Which question in the past was so subtle and scary...
There is also the destructive temperament of the person, and he brought it with him. The man was still far away in the small kitchen, and he almost lost his master's favor with him.
After such a complaint, Mr. Wei suddenly found in shock that it seemed that whether the two masters were reconciled or not, he was the one who was dragged down by Master Yao? Having come to such a conclusion, Wei Zhen had a straight back, pretending to be calm and standing under the corridor.
Don't be afraid, His Highness is in front of him, and Master Yao is the first to harm him, and he shouldn't be coming at him.
Mu Xiyao entered the room again, asked Mo Lan to put the food box, and walked to the bed and stood still. Leaning over and getting closer, without the slightest bit of strangeness, it was so soft and greasy to call people.
"His Royal Highness?" After not seeing him for a few days, Zong Zhenglin, a hard-hitting man, was able to lose some weight. The cyan beard stubble on her chin popped out, and Mu Xiyao reached out and stroked it gently. "If Your Highness wakes up, eat some food first, and then serve the concubine and scrape the noodles?"
Boss, how long are you going to be hypocritical? Don't think that if you close your eyes, the concubine will not know that you are awake at the moment. If not, the concubine only touches it so lightly, why are you so embarrassed!
Seeing that Zong Zhenglin still didn't respond, Mu Xiyao leaned in with her arms to take a look.
Yes, there are also people who are sick. But, we're still making a fuss, you won't forget it, right
Turning her eyes, Mu Xiyao suddenly sighed softly. "It turned out that His Highness was impatient with the concubine." His tone was a little aggrieved, and he was about to stand up and retire.
Zong Zhenglin's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at her deeply, and there seemed to be a small flame rising in the bottom of his eyes.
Mu Xiyao secretly laughed and laughed. Pretending to be sick and acting cute, this set of concubines has long been played. Although, Your Highness, you are really cold, but your arrogant temperament has not changed a bit.
Looking at him from a distance, Mu Xiyao blinked her eyes with a look of surprise, only to realize that he was awake.
"Your Highness wakes up now, how about the concubine feeding the waiter?" Pretend, our acting skills are not bad.
Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman who was posing in front of him with a gentle smile, gritted his teeth and couldn't get angry. If he didn't open his eyes just now, did this woman really abandon him and leave
"If this hall is not awake, where would Jiaojiao want to go?" The Sixth Highness thought.
Mu Xiyao was so happy that she couldn't hold back her laughter, she pinched her palm so hard to keep her face serious.
"If this hall is not awake", Your Highness, do you also know that it is "if"? The three hundred taels of silver buried in your house were dug by the concubine...
"It's natural to go back and explain that people put the food on the head and keep it warm."
Zong Zhenglin's eyes froze, and there was a kind of annoyance at being calculated. This bastard, at this time, there is no virtuous and well-behaved... Instead of being angry with her, it is better to save some energy. Sitting up slowly with a cold face, Mu Xiyao looked at him and quickly supported his arm, adding a soft pillow behind him. Seeing that he was sitting comfortably, he turned around and opened the food box, filled with vegetable porridge, and took two dishes of light side dishes.
Sitting sideways on the bed, blowing on the spoon and touching it with his lips, the heat and cold were just right, so he brought it to Zong Zhenglin's mouth so intimately.
"Your Highness, you can try it. The concubine guards the small kitchen to make it. With the addition of bamboo shoots and mushrooms, the heat is just right."
Zong Zhenglin lowered his eyes, his gaze stopped for a moment where her lips touched. When he raised his head again, he was very cooperative with opening his mouth and swallowing, but he always contained half a spoon, telling Mu Xiyao to think that this dish suited his taste.
Seeing her not paying attention, Zong Zhenglin's eyes became deeper. After that morning, he had never met anyone again... Now, he saw Mu Xiyao in a small jacket, leaning close to her, not knowing whether she was plump again, or the size of the small shirt was not enough. The breasts were full and straight, and they were reflected under his eyelids. When he was serving, he inadvertently bumped into each other, making his face flush even hotter.
In the past, Zong Zhenghui loved to say that when a man saw Meiji, the first thing he thought was that he would always strip it off and press it on to have a good time. At that time, he watched from the sidelines, and was extremely disgusted by the anxious look of the prince, and felt that it was really unbearable. Now that Mu Xiyao was in front of him, he was also having nasty thoughts. His face was a little unbearable, and his swallowing movements naturally slowed down.
"Your Highness, do you want it?" Mu Xiyao raised her neck with a puzzled look, waiting for him to show her.
Zong Zhenglin's breathing was confused for a moment. With the white neck exposed like this... I wanted to answer the most in my heart, but it was "Yes."
She waved her hand with a sullen face to signal her to withdraw, and Mu Xiyao had to make obediently obey. He waited on him to rinse his mouth and clean his hands again, and looked at the time, it was the end of Shen Shi. The sky was also darkening, as if it was about to rain.
Mu Xiyao got up and called Mo Lan, and simply packed up Zong Zhenglin and changed his clothes. When he turned back, he met his heavy eyes.
"Your Highness?"
"What did you do with the clothes?"
"Take it back to the house to wash and dry."
"Go back at this time?" Zong Zhenglin looked bad.
Mu Xiyao didn't seem to notice, and continued to organize the clothes on her hands with her head down. "The concubine's Danruo Garden can't live in the house. There are two children at home that need to be taken care of by the concubine. Your Highness is sick, and the concubine will come to accompany you tomorrow morning. By the way, I will shave your face and clean up."