Chapter 11

Although Wu Meier opened her eyes, she didn't have any strength in her body, but she could hear and see it, and when she heard Huang Li's evaluation of He Jinghui, she felt both funny and moved in her heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As far as the eye can see, looking at He Jinghui who is sleeping at the desk, Wu Meier's heart can't help but feel sweet, after taking the antidote, although she fell asleep again, but she can always hear the sound in her ears, and before, Yang Jun Yang Dart Tou was outside the house and told the thrilling process of this medicine collection in a colorful voice, which really moved Wu Meier beyond measure.

For himself, He Jinghui has done so much, and even put life and death out of the way, fortunately, he finally returned safely, at this moment, he was lying in a peaceful sleep a few steps away, Wu Meier looked at the sleeping He Jinghui so stupidly, and a sweet and intoxicating smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After facing He Jingxuan's whispered self-talk for a long time, Huang Li remembered to look back and observe the situation of his young lady, and saw Wu Mei'er, who had already opened her wonderful eyes, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. "Miss, are you awake......"

Wu Mei'er reluctantly showed a faint smile and lightly opened her dry cherry lips. “…… Water. ”

Huang Li hurriedly responded, picked up the kettle next to him, poured it into the cup, and after testing the water temperature, he carefully fed Wu Meier a little bit into her throat.

And He Jinghui, who was too tired, did not wake up, but still lay there and fell asleep with a thin sound.

A small half cup of warm water was fed into Wu Meier's throat, and Wu Meier finally felt that her throat was finally much more comfortable. "Okay, Oriole, I'm not thirsty." Wu Meier, who was sitting on the couch with the futon on her pillow, shook her head and said.

Huang Li nodded, full of vitality. "Then miss, wait, I'll bring you porridge, the old fairy said, after you wake up, you have to eat, otherwise, your body will not recover."

"Okay, by the way, why doesn't Gongzi He go back to the house to rest, will he be here?" Wu Mei'er smiled and asked Huang Li in a low voice.

Huang Li blinked her round apricot eyes and said with a clever smile. "It was He Gongzi who asked to stay here, saying that he was worried about your body, Miss, so he wanted to watch here, in case there was anything he needed to help, let me call him."

"But Miss, look at him, he sleeps like a piglet, do you want me to wake him up?" Huang Li was about to call He Jinghui, but when he saw the disgusted gaze cast by his own young lady, he couldn't help but spit out his lilac tongue. "Okay, Miss, the slave is just talking, I know you are distressed......"

"Nonsense, be careful that I tear your mouth, don't hurry up and bring me porridge......" Wu Mei'er glanced at this mouthy girl with a hot face.

When Huang Li left with a smile, Wu Meier breathed a sigh of relief, and her pretty face finally didn't feel so hot. However, it seems that it is really like what Huang Li said, He Gongzi in the past was indeed white and pure, and he looked very generous.

But now He Jingxuan, although he is dark and thin, for some reason, he looks more energetic and magnificent.

"It's really getting a lot better......" Wu Mei'er couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and muttered in a low voice.

The stuffy fragrant minced porridge was sprinkled with some green shallots, placed on the plate, and was brought into the room.

That's the smell of food, that's the smell of meat, that's the fragrance of green onions...... In the dream, He Jinghui dreamed that he was still staying on the island in the middle of the lake with Yang Jun, staying on the top of the high slope, and was holding a broken iron pot to boil porridge on the fire, and the surroundings of the high slope were densely packed with the kind of hideous-looking, ferocious and vicious fish-headed lizards.

Suddenly, on the shore of the island, on the raft, there was a woman, waving a handkerchief, waving and swaying at herself.

That sweet smiling face looks like Nian'er, but it seems to be a little like Wu Mei'er......

Mei'er ?!! At this moment, He Jinghui, who suddenly thought of Mei'er's poisoning, suddenly woke up from his sleep. "Mei'er?!"

"Oops! What is your name, Gongzi He, I was so scared that I almost spilled all the porridge......" Huang Li just put the food plate on the table and didn't have time to let go, when he was frightened by He Jingxuan's shout, and almost threw the food plate out.

"It's Huang Li, I'm sorry, that ...... Hey, Mei'er, are you awake? He Jinghui smiled dryly and rubbed his astringent eyes, and then he was pleasantly surprised to see Wu Meier leaning on the edge of the couch, looking at herself with a pair of bright and moving eyes with a smile.

"Thank you, He Gongzi......" resisting the urge to throw herself into her arms, Wu Meier looked at He Jinghui, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, and whispered.

"Thank you, thank you, it's good that you wake up." He Jinghui raised his hand and scratched his head and smiled, smiling, still so sunny.

The short answer made Wu Meier no longer able to bear the wetness hidden in her heart and eyes. Tears flowed down and could not be stopped.

Seeing Wu Meier in front of her with a sweet smile on her face, she cried like pear blossoms and rain, which startled He Jinghui, and quickly reached out to support Wu Meier's shoulder. "Mei'er, what's wrong with you, it can't be that you're uncomfortable, Huang Li, why are you stunned, why don't you call someone quickly!"

"No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine." Wu Mei'er reluctantly raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, revealing a bright and moving smile, and said to He Jingxi.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry ......, cry and have red eyes, then it's not beautiful. Huang Li, give me the porridge, and I'll feed your young lady. He Jinghui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the tears on Wu Meier's face.

took the porridge bowl handed by Huang Li, stirred it lightly with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew it for a while, touched it with his mouth, and after feeling that it was not hot, it was delivered to Wu Meier's lips.

Wu Meier's pretty face became more and more red, and she was a little twisted, but she still opened her cherry lips obediently and swallowed the fragrant minced porridge in small bites.

"How's it going, is it hot?" He Jinghui looked at Wu Mei'er and asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's delicious......" Wu Mei'er smiled, although Wu Mei'er, who had just recovered from her illness, was a little less graceful and atmospheric than before, but she was a little more cute and touching.

After feeding about half a bowl of porridge, Wu Meier fell asleep again, He Jinghui put the bowl down, rubbed his stomach, and went to drink with Jia Ding Zhenren in the morning, but he couldn't eat anything.

After talking to the yellow bird, He Jinghui decided to go for a big meal and treat his stomach, which had not been stained with oil, water and food for several days.

Eating the delicacies on the table, He Jinghui finally felt worthy of his hard work these days, but the roast chicken on the table was really not as delicious as the roast chicken of Boss Long's family.

When it was time to return, I must go to Boss Long's house to taste the delicious roast chicken, as a professional gourmet, He Jinghui secretly made up his mind.

After a full meal, He Jinghui suddenly felt that the world had become better again, and even the noisy voice not far away seemed to have become moving.

After using the meal, He Jinghui, who had regained his energy and vitality, suddenly thought of Miss Jingjing, and couldn't help patting his head, how could he forget Miss Jingjing.

He Jinghui couldn't care about the sleepiness of wanting to sleep well again, and quickly got up to ask Yang Darttou's disciples, only to know that Jingjing had not appeared, and now, He Jinghui's face was much uglier.

"Childe, what are you looking for me?" Yang Dangtou, who was resting in the house, heard that his disciple had come to report that He Jinghui was in a hurry to find him, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly dressed and went out to ask He Jinghui, who was standing outside the door with an anxious face.

"Miss Jingjing has not heard from her, I want to go back to Windy City, so, I bother Brother Yang to take care of Miss Wu and them." He Jinghui said to Yang Dart.

"You're going alone? This can't be done, there are dangers in the Windy City, and the third prince of the wind hates you to the core, if you enter the city, won't you fall into the net? Yang Jun was taken aback, and shook his head quickly.

After thinking about it, He Jinghui still said firmly. "It's okay, it's a big deal that I kept a low profile when I entered the city, this Windy City is a key place in the Western Regions, and there are countless traders and travelers...... What's more, Miss Jingjing is the Western Regions I brought her to, if something happens, how can I feel at ease? ”

"Since Gongzi He insists on going, Yang has nothing to say, but it is still too dangerous for you to go alone, otherwise, you should first go to the master of Gongzi Feng to discuss and discuss, now Miss Wu's body is still weak, if you have any more accidents......"