In the dark, An Ning bit her cup desperately and sobbed lowly. He hated that guy so much, he obviously let himself deliver his sincerity first, but he ......

"Don't cry, big one." Xiao Qi saw that An Ning was crying so pitifully, so he flew out of the space station and kept comforting him in An Ning's ear. But with little success.

This night, An Ning felt groggy and groggy, and when she woke up again, her headache seemed to be about to crack, and her voice was hoarse and speechless. An Ning smiled bitterly at the fact that her small body was really a disaster, and struggled to get up to pour water for herself.

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" Xue Qing looked at An Ning's red face and touched An Ning's forehead, the temperature was amazing, which made her jump. first fed An Ning some water, and then hurriedly sent a little eunuch to the Tai Hospital to ask for a doctor.

"Master, don't sleep yet, the imperial doctor will be here soon." Seeing An Ning gradually lose consciousness, Xue Qing was so anxious that her voice changed.

An Ning wanted to tell her that he was okay, but he felt that he was too tired and slowly closed his eyes.

"What did you say?"

"Sister, the doctors of the Tai Hospital were all transferred away by Concubine Rong. I've really figured it out, but ......," the little eunuch who ran the errand said with a sad face.

"Sister, think of a way. There's no way for Childe to burn like this. The little eunuch looked at the tranquility on the hospital bed and said anxiously.

Hearing their worried words, An Ning wanted to tell them that she was okay and thank them for their concern. However, the eyelids looked like a heavy object that had been dropped by someone, and I couldn't open them.

When she woke up again, An Ning felt that every joint in her body was sore, and she didn't know how long she had been asleep. The room was filled with a bitter smell of medicine, and under the stimulation of this smell, his stomach subconsciously reverted to a stream of sour water, and he opened his mouth to vomit. An Ning was afraid of soiling the bed and wanted to get up. A dark shadow was moving faster than him. seemed to sense An Ning's discomfort, hurriedly helped him up, hugged him into his arms, picked up the spittoon next to the bed and let An Ning spit out the filth inside, picked up a cup of tea, let An Ning rinse his mouth, and then helped him get a pillow before An Ning lay down.

"How did you prescribe this medicine, he vomited two pairs of three doses of medicine, and now he can't even eat, are you saving or harming people." An Jingning looked at An Ning who had woken up, but she looked even weaker, and angrily scolded the head of the hospital.

An Ning looked at the man's anxious appearance for himself, and tears couldn't stop flowing, obviously he didn't want him, obviously he only thought he was a little pet, why should he be so good to himself.

"Your Majesty, this is a heart disease, and heart disease still needs heart medicine. Weichen could only save Childe's life, but he couldn't cure Childe's illness. The head of the Tai Hospital knelt on the ground and replied tremblingly.

"That's it, you go back and think about the prescription again, change some mild and nourishing herbs, and don't use those with domineering effects." An Jingning looked at the man on the bed who had become thin into a handful of bones, and whispered to the imperial doctor.

Although An Ning was moved by An Jingning's words, he still had a grudge in his heart, so he simply turned his back, looked at the azure tent, and came out of sight.

An Jingning looked at An Ning's movements, and knew that he was complaining about himself, so he waved away a group of people who were waiting, took off his boots and went to bed, lay on his side in his arms, and held the sulking little guy in his arms.

"Anning, I was wrong." An Jingning had a cyan stubble growing on his chin, rubbed An Ning's neck lightly, lowered his head and said to himself, "I have been cultivated as a prince since I was a child, so I am used to seeing all kinds of calculations and darkness in the world, and I am never willing to emotionally give my sincerity to others. Your presence was an accident for me, I never knew that my heart could beat so fast for a person, and this feeling scared me. I admit that I am a coward, I obviously like you, but I dare not admit it, and I want to reject you thousands of miles away. My cowardice almost hurt you," An Jingning thought that if he hadn't been able to stand Concubine Rong's obsession that night, and suddenly wanted to come back to see this little guy, I'm afraid he would never see him again, thinking of this, he hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, "An Ning, if I say that I want to give my sincerity to you, are you willing?" ”

An Ning listened to her lover's confession, although her heart was sour, but when she thought of this person's thin and fat harem beauty, a sense of jealousy surged in her heart, and said, "Then what about your harem." ”

An Jingning thought that he would be coaxing for a while, and An Ning would be good, but when he heard An Ning's words, he reacted that this little vinegar jar was jealous. Not only was he not angry in his heart, but he explained to An Ning very happily: "I have never touched them. Although the specific process is inconvenient and An Ning Ming said, his words are indeed true.

An Ning couldn't cry or laugh when she heard her lover's words, she felt that she had blamed the other party before, and she felt panicked when she thought that she was crying like her little daughter's family before.

"Your Majesty, Childe's meal is ready." Xue Qing, who was holding a lunch box outside the door, said.

"Send it in." An Jingning sat up from the bed.

After Qingxue laid out the meal, she looked at the two of them who were tired of it, and then retreated with great eyes.

"Your spleen and stomach are weak now, and you can't digest greasy things, so I ordered them to make some porridge with bone broth, and you can use some." An Jingning picked up the bowl and wanted to feed it to An Ning. Because it was the first time he fed people, the effect was not ideal, just a few times of feeding, he was pasted with An Ning's face of porridge, if it wasn't for his self-esteem as an emperor, An Ning would have wanted to grab the bowl in his hand and drink it himself.

An Jingning also seemed to notice this problem, looking at the porridge on An Ning's face and the bowl in his hand. didn't insist on continuing to feed himself, and called a group of people to come in and wait.

After drinking some porridge and sweating lightly, An Ning recovered some of his vitality, leaned on the bed, and looked at the man at the table who was intently reviewing the recital, and his heart was very satisfied.

An Jingning didn't know who had submitted it, his brows furrowed more and more, and finally he couldn't help it, and smashed the tea bowl in his hand to the ground. After smashing it, he realized that this was not his imperial study, and he looked at An Ning busily, "I didn't mean to." ”

"The slave knows." An Ning looked at her lover's panicked appearance, and hurriedly comforted him and said.

"I don't allow you to say the word slave again, you and I are equal." An Jingning rubbed An Ning's forehead, feeling that his fever seemed to subside a little, and fed An Ning some water and said, "I am really so popular with these people that I am like this, they have calculated me again and again, do I really think I am a dead person?" An Jingning's chest rose and fell sharply, and he looked very angry.