Yan Qingrui washed the rice first, two-thirds of it was used for cooking, and one-third was used for porridge. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rice was for Mingyu Xingyun and them to eat, and Shangguan Qianyu was like that, so he could probably only eat some porridge that was easy to digest, so the porridge was cooked specifically for Shangguan Qianyu.

When the medicine is fried, the porridge is also boiled, the porridge is soft and glutinous, and there are chicken, abalone, shiitake mushrooms and other things in it, the aroma is tangy, even if you smell it, it makes people have a great appetite.

This abalone porridge is not difficult to make, the difficult thing is to master the heat, which is not too difficult for Yan Qingrui.

She filled the tray with medicine and porridge and took it to her room, where Shangguan Qianyu was still lying on the bed.

Yan Qingrui went over, put the tray on the table at the head of the bed, and reached out to probe his forehead, in fact, for people with internal injuries, probing his forehead is a useless action.

Yan Qingrui naturally understood, but she subconsciously wanted to have peace of mind.

She took a pillow, raised it a little higher for Shangguan Qianyu, took the medicine bowl, scooped a spoonful of medicine, blew it gently, and sent it to Shangguan Qianyu's lips.

Shangguan Qianyu tried hard to open his eyes, his gaze was very deep and quiet, looking at Yan Qingrui, there was no discomfort and pain in his eyes, on the contrary, he was full of joy, it seemed that Yan Qingrui was willing to feed him medicine, and he was in a very good mood.

Yan Qingrui brought the medicine to his lips, and he opened his mouth very obediently and drank it.

took a sip of medicine, but couldn't help frowning, it was so bitter.

However, when Yan Qingrui's second spoonful of medicine was delivered to his lips, he was reluctant to drink it.

In this way, he kept looking at Yan Qingrui with his eyes, frowning, and drank the bowl of bitter medicine without a drop.

is obviously a living person, and suddenly he was so weak that he couldn't move on the bed, which made Yan Qingrui puzzled, but Shangguan Qianyu didn't look like he was pretending, he shouldn't be so bored to lie to himself.

After Shangguan Qianyu drank the medicine, Yan Qingrui took out a silk handkerchief and dipped the medicinal juice on his lips.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, held Yan Qingrui's hand, and said very abruptly: "Qingrui...... I didn't expect ...... You're going to be so nice to me...... I thought it was ...... You ...... in your heart Never ...... You won't forgive me anymore......"

Yan Qingrui let him hold it, looking at his weak appearance, her mood was also very low, her eyes were astringent, and her voice was hoarse: "Fool!"

Shangguan Qianyu put her hand on his face, because of the weakness in his hand, he had some difficulty, but he smiled and said, "Qingrui...... You...... Forgive me...... Isn't it?"

Yan Qingrui said: "How can there be any forgiveness or forgiveness, I don't blame you." ”

Shangguan Qianyu was very happy to get the answer, he grinned and coughed lightly: "I'm sure I'll be fine...... You don't have to worry about ......."

Yan Qingrui turned her head, brought the abalone porridge over, and said, "Don't say so much, come, eat something first." ”

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Qingrui, it's so fragrant......"

Yan Qingrui fed him the porridge spoonful by spoonful, and he also drank it honestly one bite at a time.

He always looked at Yan Qingrui with a deep gaze, a smile on the corner of his lips, and looked at Yan Qingrui with a satisfied face, Yan Qingrui sighed softly in her heart, she felt that something she had been insisting on seemed to be quietly disintegrating.

However, Shangguan Qianyu is like this now, although it is not necessarily because of her kick, but after all, it is also caused by that kick, besides, since her heart is not so indifferent to him, is there any point in persisting?

Perhaps, she could try to accept it.