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"No hurry." That is to say, it has to be more profound, so that the man can keep it in mind. It's better to have a sense of shame that I couldn't live with her some days ago.

What's more, there must be some people who have bad intentions when they come back to visit the hospital this time. If the man put on airs again, she alone would be too tired. I have to ask him to soften his heart at a glance, and give her support for the scene.

On the prince's house, Zong Zhenglin, dressed in a single garment, leaned against the head of the bed. There was slight fever on the forehead, and breathing was faster than usual. Handsome face is still tight, cheekbones due to hot flashes, slightly hot feeling.

"Your Highness, you must use some medicine, and the disease will go away faster. My mother has already sent me some herbs. I'll tell you to take good care of you. " Tian Fushan is so painstaking that he never pays any attention to him.

Zong Zhenglin was dizzy and had not been ill for a long time. His highness did not like the taste. Waving and silent, he asked people to step back, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly by himself.

Yesterday, when she came here, she had been dealt with. This morning, Su's family sent soup and was stopped by Wei Zhen. The woman, by now, should have the news. Zong Zhenglin stroked his chest and coughed a few times. In this way, I'd rather she didn't come.

Always tough people, in front of their own women lie sick in bed, Zong Zhenglin's face is not bright. Uncomfortable is, even if the face can not be put down, the heart, but undeniably, is reading her.

In a trance, her eyes were full of things she had brought, including soap boots, robes, inkstones and even sachets. Everything in her room, just feel warm cover the upper layer of the small woman's body smell, look at the eye. Moved the place, but it is not easy to use. Thinking of her fierce kick in the main room, Zong Zhenglin's eyes closed slightly tight.

Even in his dream, the woman was dishonest.

The more I think about it, the more soft she feels, and the soft fragrance of her fragrance is all around her. Take a deep breath, Zong Zhenglin eyebrow heart jump, just into the breath of chest and abdomen, as he suddenly hold his breath suffocating.

The forehead was gently touched by a small hand. The host got closer, and the nose became familiar with the taste, and then he penetrated into his heart, causing his body's pores to dilate, and his internal breathing, which was originally blocked, seemed to be a little brisk.

"Is it fever?" The woman sighed with surprise.

A moment later, the little hand held a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Because of the proximity, the woman exhaled heat just hit his cochlea. Zong Zhenglin did not open his eyes, only quietly let her play.

After that, the woman twisted the towel again, cleaned her face first, then held his wrist and quietly felt the pulse.

Like a sigh of relief, he muttered to himself, "it's OK." After the sound of footsteps, it is time to go out and carry medicine with him. The long-standing depression of his highness gradually dissipated. Even with the eyes closed, the tight corners of the lips can be relaxed.

After a long time, did not hear her footsteps approaching, Zong Zhenglin frowned, slowly opened his eyes. There was no one else in the room. The candlestick shines on the screen. On the screen, the landscape is light and elegant, and there is no female silhouette against it.

"Wei Zhen." Zong Zhenglin's deep voice calls people. Just now he was confused and had a dream, or did she really come here.

Suddenly summoned by his highness, Wei Zhen is excited and rushes into the room.

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?" It's not easy to have a voice after such a quiet afternoon.

Zong Zhenglin was not sober until he asked people to stand in front of him. How to ask this question? If the question was too direct, it seemed that he was looking forward to her coming. How can a man be so

Six highness wrung eyebrow, the thought hundred turns, but tardy did not say a word.

Wei Zhen's scalp is numb. It's very strange to be watched by your highness. In the eyes of the master, there seems to be resentment, disappointment and doubt. With such a complicated mind, commander Wei can't figure it out clearly.

Have no courage to speak, can only choose the right to speak, secretly please this. "Your Highness, if you're tired of sitting down, can I help you lie down for a while? The master Yao said that he had to change his posture from time to time because he had to sit down for a long time

Wei Zhen said the second half of the paragraph, suddenly found his highness Phoenix eyes slightly closed, eyes suddenly sharp up. Such a big change is, no matter how slow you are, you should know exactly what you care about.

Lord Wei was blessed to his heart and opened his mind. The next step is to speak smoothly.

"Master Yao said that you can't do anything about yourself. At this moment, the master took people to the small kitchen and said that he wanted to order people to make you some useful food. "

Sure enough, his highness was so fierce that he relaxed immediately. He even took the initiative to raise his hand and let him lie on his back

Wei Zhen walked out of the door lightly. His highness just looked at him with cold sweat. If he had known that the master asked him to go in to confirm such a case, he should have confessed on his own initiative.

If you want to know, your highness, just ask. If you don't open your mouth, how can I feel the door. In the past, the question was so implicit and frighteningAnd the evil nature of that man was brought with him. People are still in the small kitchen far away, has almost lost the favor of his master.

With such a complaint, Lord Wei was shocked to find out whether the two masters were reconciled or not. He was the one dragged down by the master Yao? The conclusion is that Wei Zhen's back is straight and he stands under the porch with an assumed composure.

I'm not afraid of it. Your highness is in front of you. The master of Yao is the first to do harm to him.

Mu Xiyao enters the room again, asks Mulan to put the food box, and walks to the bed by himself. Lean closer, no stranger, so soft and greasy call people.

"Your Highness?" After a few days' absence, Zong Zhenglin, a man who has been beaten by iron, has been able to lose some weight. On chin Blue Beard dregs to take a head, Mu Xiyao probes a hand to caress gently. "If your highness wakes up, you should eat some food first, and then I will serve you to shave?"

Boss, when are you going to be coquettish? Don't think that if you close your eyes, I don't know you are awake at the moment. If not, my concubine only so lightly touch, you stretch what face!

Seeing Zong Zhenglin still doesn't respond, Mu Xiyao holds her arm and looks closer.

Well, people who are sick have their manners. However, we are still making a fuss, don't you forget?

When her eyes turned, Mu Xiyao sighed softly. "Your Highness was impatient to be served by my wife." The tone is a little aggrieved. I'm about to stand up and leave.

Zong Zhenglin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her with a small flame rising.

Mu Xiyao secretly makes fun of herself, which is very funny. Pretend to be ill and act like a coquette. I've played this set for a long time. Although your highness is really cold, but haughty temperament, also did not change half.

Close and he looked at each other, Mu Xiyao blinked her eyes, a face of surprise, as if to find him awake.

"Now your highness wakes up, how about my wife feeding the waiter?" We are also good at acting.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman with a gentle smile and a smile in front of him. He hated to gnash his teeth and couldn't make a fire. If he didn't open his eyes just now, would this woman really give him up and leave?

"If this hall does not wake up, where does Jiaojiao want to go?" My highness.

Mu Xiyao was so happy that she couldn't help laughing. She pinched her own palm and managed to keep her face serious.

"If this hall is not awake", your highness, you also know that it is "if"? I dug up the three hundred taels of silver buried in your house

"Since I went back and told the person to put the food on his head and it was hot."

Zong Zhenglin's eye color is stagnant, there is a kind of chagrin by calculation. This son of a bitch, I don't see virtuous and clever at this time It's better to save your energy than to be angry with her. Cold face slowly sit up, Mu Xiyao a look, quickly support his arm, add a soft pillow cushion behind him. Seeing that he was sitting comfortably, he turned back and opened the food box, filled with porridge, and took two dishes of light dishes.

Sitting on the side of the bed, blowing the spoon and touching it with the lips, the cold and hot were just right, so they were so affectionate that they were sent to Zong Zhenglin's mouth.

"Try it, your highness. I made it by guarding the kitchen. With bamboo shoots and mushrooms, the heat is just right

Zong Zhenglin drooped his eyes and stayed for a moment at the place where her lips touched. When he looked up again, he was very cooperative with opening his mouth and swallowing. Every time, he only contained half a spoon. Mu Xiyao thought that the dish was suitable for his taste.

Seeing her, Zong Zhenglin's eyes are more profound. After that morning, he never touched anyone again Now I saw Mu Xiyao in a small jacket. I don't know if it's plump again or the size of her blouse is not enough. The chest was full and straight, and it was reflected under his eyes. When serving, he ran into each other inadvertently, and told him that the flush on his face was even hotter.

Once upon a time, Zong Zhenghui's favorite saying was that when a man met Mei Ji, he first thought that he would always pick up all the money and press it up to have a good time. At that time, he looked on coldly, and was extremely disgusted with the prince's anxious appearance. He only felt that the immorality was unbearable. Now that Mu Xiyao is in front of her, she also has a dirty thought. Some of the face is not hanging, swallowing action naturally also slow down.

"No, your highness?" Mu Xiyao raised his neck, a face of doubt, waiting for him to show.

Zong Zhenglin breathed disorderly for a moment. It's like this with snow cutting neck I want to answer, but "yes."

Taut face waved her hand to remove, Mu Xiyao had to obediently follow. He also served him to gargle his mouth and clean his hands. It was the end of Shenshi. The sky was dark, as if it were going to rain.

Mu Xiyao gets up and calls for Mulan. She simply cleans up Zong Zhenglin's clothes. When she looks back, she bumps into his heavy eyes.

"Your Highness?"

"What did you do with the clothes?"

"Take it back to the house to wash and dry."

"Go back now?" Zong Zhenglin looks bad.

Mu Xiyao does not seem to notice, hanging his head to continue to tidy up the clothes on his hands. "I can't live in danruo garden. There are two little ones in the family who need to be looked after by my concubine. Your highness is ill. I'll be with you tomorrow morning. By the way, I'll give you a shave and tidy up. "

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