Chapter 170: Forgot You

Hearing Si Jichen's voice, Jun Mowen's hand paused and slowly pushed the door open. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Si Jichen, who had already gotten up, his delicate and elegant face was still pale at this time.

Jun Mo didn't think about it, and hurriedly stepped forward to help her back to the bed: "You are still sick now, you should cultivate well, how can you get up." ”

Such a reproach.

Jun Mowen still carefully placed her, and then turned around and picked up the medicine that he had just put on the table again, and tested the temperature before bringing it to Si Jichen's hand.

Looking at Jun Mowen like this, Si Jichen didn't say much, and took the medicine bowl from his hand.

Identifying the medicinal materials by the smell of the medicine, this boiled medicine is the recipe she prescribed last night.

I didn't expect that the prescription that was prescribed last night would have been able to drink it this morning.

The medicine in it was prescribed by her, and Si Jichen naturally knew how rare those medicinal materials were, and she didn't usually need such a complicated prescription, but now it's time to close the net, if she falls ill, it will be a failure in case of a business trip.

So no matter what, the old diseases still have to be hung with these medicines.

Without thinking about it anymore, Si Jichen raised his head and drank the medicine.

This medicine does not taste good, it is extremely bitter and astringent, and it has some unique flavors of medicinal herbs.

Si Jichen had no waves on her face, as if she was just drinking a bowl of water, and there was no trace of anything unusual in her expression.

Jun Mowen watched from the sidelines, but his heart was slightly astringent, he could see that Si Jichen was not forced to drink it, yes, he did drink the bowl of medicine plainly, it was really a habit.

The bitter taste of the medicine that we are accustomed to, the painful weakness that we are accustomed to.

is obviously a twenty-eight beautiful girl, but she is sick, so pale that she can only recuperate in the house.

He looked at her with a serious expression: "Dust, I will find a way to cure you." ”

Si Jichen only smiled faintly.

You can't even do anything about your own amnesia, how can you heal me?

She said lightly: "Your Majesty, this illness ...... I'm used to it, and my brother and I will find a way to do it, so I don't bother you. ”

Her words fell, and there was a moment of silence in the room.

Jun Mo looked at her calmly, and still spoke gently: "Don't call me Your Majesty." ”

So what should it be called?

Calling the emperor by his name is the crime of punishing the nine clans, do you really want to call him Jun Mowen like before?

Thinking so, she hadn't spoken yet.

The cold hands have been held in the palms of a pair of warm big hands.

Si Jichen was stunned for a moment and looked at Jun Mowen.

Feeling the cold temperature of the hands in his palms, Jun Mowen unconsciously clenched those hands tighter, as if he wanted to give her some more warmth.

Looking at the person in front of him, the cold eyes coincided with the woman in the dream.

I always thought that the person in the dream was Yifeng, but now I know it...... It's her.

When he saw her, he was even more eager to recover the memories he had lost, how they met, how she stayed by his side, how she was so smart and so talented, she must have helped him a lot.

Now that she has taken half of the talisman from him, he has never asked, he believes in her, it is an inexplicable letter, and he believes that she will never harm him.

So when she walked into the Heart Nourishing Hall that day, he recognized those eyes at first sight.

She pretended to be Yifeng, and he didn't debunk it.

She gave him the soup cup, and he drank it.

……

Now that he learned that she was a dust, he was not surprised, and all that was left in his heart was a faint joy and guilt.

Now...... She was right in front of her eyes.

The smile on Jun Mowen's face faded, and his warm eyes looked at Si Jichen gently: "I'm sorry, I forgot you." ”