Murong Sichen, who was ineffective, had to find the Hidden Guard and explain the things that needed to be explained to the Hidden Guard Captain one by one.

After standing by the window for a long time, Murong Sichen blew a cool breeze for a while, and felt that his hands and feet were cold, he had to turn back and want to lie back back.

Realizing that he was too cold now, Murong Sichen warmed his body on the side of the quilt, and slowly moved to Chai Qingyue, carefully hugged Chai Qingyue in his arms, and then fell asleep with satisfaction.

Because Murong Sichen had blew the cool breeze for too long yesterday and fell asleep late, he got up the next morning without any surprise.

Murong Sichen lay on the bed carelessly, watching Chai Qingyue busy serving him, and instructed people to go to the palace to ask for leave and the imperial physician, and instructed people to make porridge in the kitchen. Murong Sichen looked at it and felt particularly happy. It turned out that this was Chai Qingyue's nervous appearance.

The news of Murong Sichen's serious illness spread to the palace and received a batch of rewards, mostly from precious medicinal materials, and some silks and satin. The prince's mansion has only Chai Qingyue, a rank female family member, so these things naturally belong to Chai Qingyue.

The imperial doctor in the palace arrived in a short while, and Chai Qingyue hurriedly invited someone in to take Chai Qingyue's pulse.

The imperial physician should be a very experienced imperial physician. His white hair and beard are the best evidence, and his words were also very literary. After hearing this, Chai Qingyue felt that the result of taking the pulse was similar to that of her own prescription. The prescription was also Chaihu Jiagui Decoction.

He respectfully sent away the elderly but strong Imperial Hospital magistrate. Chai Qingyue shook her head and walked back with the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician, without knowing what she was muttering.

Murong Sichen felt his head drowsy, so he simply stopped thinking about what Chai Qingyue said, closed his eyes and rested.

Chai Qingyue walked closer and could hear the words in her mouth clearly. It turned out that she was in a position to be upset about her medical skills.

Murong Sichen smiled bitterly in his heart. Chai Qingyue is still so cute.

Chai Qingyue casually threw the prescription left by the Imperial Hospital on the table, sat on the bed and wiped the sweat that came out of Murong Sichen, waiting for Lan Jin to bring the medicine.

Lan Jin lived up to expectations. The Chaihu and Gui Soup that had been stolen long ago was cooked and served in a short while. She silently placed the tray on the small coffee table beside the bed. Lan Jin immediately lowered her head and stepped back.

"Quick, drink the medicine while it's hot." Chai Qingyue picked up the medicine bowl, scooped a spoonful of black soup with a jade spoon to hand it over, and then suddenly found that Murong Sichen was still lying flat on the bed, and it was inconvenient to drink the medicine.

Helplessly, Chai Qingyue had to put down the medicine bowl, took a big welcome pillow for Murong Sichen to lean on, and then picked up the medicine bowl again and fed the medicine bowl to others.

Murong Sichen smiled, took the medicine bowl and frowned directly without frowning. He originally wanted to enjoy Chai Qingyue's service, but after thinking about it, it would be better not to divide such a bitter potion several times, once would be enough.

Since Murong Sichen didn't need to feed him, he finished his own mouthfuls, and Chai Qingyue was not pretentious. She took the medicine bowl and put it on the tray, and brought it out to Lan Jin.

When I came back, I happened to see Murong Sichen sticking out his tongue. I couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked Murong Sichen with a funny look: "I know the soup is so bitter, why did you finish it all in one go?"

After drinking it, I stick out my tongue to relieve the pain, which can be said to be very cute.

"Don't you think it will be more bitter if you drink it many times?" Chai Qingyue was stunned by Chai Qingyue's question. Is there anything wrong with this? Shouldn't this be the case?

Chai Qingyue was also stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, covering her stomach and laughing non-stop until her stomach hurts so hard that she began to speak intermittently: "Si Chen, you...hahahahahaha, why are you... so... stupid, hahahahahahaha."

He deliberately pretended not to see Murong Sichen's black face, but still asked about his true thoughts in his heart, and asked while smiling.

Murong Sichen's face, which was not very good-looking, turned two more black again. He stared at Chai Qingyue silently with a faint look, until Chai Qingyue felt a sense of frigidity.

"Why...why...?" Chai Qingyue asked stutteringly, obviously lacking confidence.

Murong Sichen's tone was particularly unhappy, and there was also a sense of oppression: "What do you think? It's embarrassing to think the medicine is bitter?"

"It's not embarrassing, it's not embarrassing." Chai Qingyue hurriedly agreed, not daring to say anything wrong. Her look of a trait made her scared, "Well, Si Chen, do you want to eat honey again?"

Murong Sichen hadn't said anything yet, but thought it would be fine. As a result, Chai Qingyue's next sentence came so much that Murong Sichen rolled his eyes invisibly.

I wonder why Murong Sichen rolled his eyes and poked Chai Qingyue's laughing hole again, and another person covered his stomach and laughed non-stop.

Murong Sichen's face, which had just calmed down, inevitably darkened again, his eyes stared at Chai Qingyue, and his dark eyes were motionless.

Chai Qingyue was so angry that she was staring at Murong Sichen. She felt goosebumps all over her body, and rubbed her stomach to stop her smile bit by bit.

"Okay, OK, I really won't laugh at you." Chai Qingyue said to Murong Sichen until she was completely exhausted, but her sincere appearance was not forgiven by someone.

Murong Sichen had a dark face and pulled out the big Ying Pillow from behind his body with an expressionless face, put it on his arm, and still looked at Chai Qingyue with an expressionless face, without changing any expression from beginning to end.

Chai Qingyue's heart was bleak, and her hands tucking the quilt for Murong Sichen were trembling slightly. Murong Sichen was calm as a person who had been in the upper class for a long time. When he got angry, the aura around him would always oppress Chai Qingyue. This fear was born from the heart.

He grabbed Chai Qingyue's hand and held it tightly in his hand. Murong Sichen asked Chai Qingyue calmly: "Are you afraid of me?"

"No...no." Chai Qingyue wanted to pull her hand back from Murong Sichen's hand, but she didn't expect that Murong Sichen was too strong and she couldn't pull it back for a while.

Murong Sichen asked in an oppressive tone without any rush but with an oppressive tone: "Not yet? Your hands are shaking like this, are you still stubborn?"

"I..." Chai Qingyue was speechless for a moment, as if she was really afraid of Murong Sichen, especially when he got angry.

Chai Qingyue's timid look and unnatural intentions revealed from her eyes, Murong Sichen thought to herself, I will be stupid if I really believe in you.
Chapter completed!