Because of Qiu Gu Han's special condition, Hua Gu Han needs to open a small stove alone, the palace will provide him with tea, rice, oil, salt, melons, fruits, vegetables and vegetables, and the required medicinal materials, but the products provided are all inferior products, with Qiu Gu Han's body and identity, how can he use such a thing?

So she was grateful to Dade on the surface to accept these materials, but secretly asked the secret agent to purchase the best ingredients and medicinal materials, and carefully cooked every meal by herself, just hoping that Qiu Guhan's body could recover completely. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

If Qiu Guhan can't recover his health, he can only live sickly, even if she and King Hunt have the ability to reach the sky, they can't let him be recognized by the royal family and courtiers, because Qiu Yexian is too outstanding, and it is too difficult for the world to accept a sick prince and give up a near-perfect emperor.

While waiting for the chicken soup to boil, Feng Jinghua washed and cut the vegetables, and after the chicken soup was boiled, she used the chicken soup to cook porridge, boiled it very thick, and then put in the chopped vegetables to cook a perfect pot of porridge.

She walked into Qiu Guhan's room with the pot of porridge at just the right temperature, and Qiu Guhan was lying on the bed, reading quietly.

"Can you eat it yourself?" Feng Jinghua filled a bowl of porridge, put a spoon, brought it to him, and asked gently.

Qiu Guhan nodded: "Yes." ”

He still couldn't get out of bed and walk, but his hands could barely move.

Feng Jinghua put the bowl into his hand: "I'll boil the medicine, you eat slowly, what's the matter with me." ”

Autumn Guhan let out a low "um".

Feng Jinghua left the room, walked into the kitchen, and boiled medicine.

Taking care of him was her daily routine, and she repeated such meticulous and tedious tasks day after day.

Half an hour later, she boiled all the medicinal juice and walked into Qiu Guhan's room, ready to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

A strange smell greeted you.

It's a familiar smell. She looked at Qiu Guhan, whose cheeks were flushed and her body was twisting hard, and said softly: "Incontinence again?" ”

Qiu Guhan stopped writhing, lowered his head, and let out a "hmm".

"It's okay." Feng Jinghua sat down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his clothes, his face and tone did not change at all, "I'll deal with it, you can lie down well." ”

Qiu Guhan closed his eyes and obediently asked her to deal with it, but his hands under the thin quilt grabbed the sheets fiercely, because he grabbed too hard, and his arms were faintly painful.

He can't walk yet, just like a paralyzed patient, he has to be waited on for eating, drinking, and Lazar, so that's it, but he also suffered from severe internal injuries, can't control excretion well, often incontinent, and needs others to clean up.

Although Manu is a man, he doesn't need to shy away from it, but he really can't do this kind of work, and maybe he will be unhelpful, so basically Feng Jinghua is dealing with it.

Feng Jinghua's movements were very careful, and no one could find fault with them.

Qiu Guhan secretly opened his eyes and observed her face, really, there was no disgust and impatience on her face, only calm and calm as always, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

She could take care of him for a month, and she could take care of him for two months?

Can you take care of it for two months, can you take care of it for three months, six months?

Under his always unwavering countenance, there was a deep doubt, but he would not show it.

After Feng Jinghua cleaned it up, he picked up the soiled sheets and clothes and went out: "Wait a minute, I'll give you medicine." ”

Qiu Guhan closed his eyes, like an ordinary small boat lying on the sea under the clear sky, with a calm face.

With her, you don't have to worry about anything.

Although he didn't know who she really was, he believed her.