Murong Qi and Leng Qinghuan returned to the Qiwang Mansion, and after dinner, Leng Qinghuan sat aside, thinking about things absentmindedly.

Under the gentle candlelight, she held her cheeks, frowning slightly, peaceful and peaceful, quiet and picturesque.

Murong Qi came back from washing, and walked back and forth beside her three times with a damp body.

Leng Qinghuan didn't look at him, only blinked his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes were as light as butterfly wings. Murong Qi's heart also flickered.

After several failed temptations, he was left out in the cold, and he lay on the bed: "Qinghuan, I suddenly felt tightness in my chest and couldn't breathe. ”

"What's wrong?" Leng Qinghuan twisted his face, a little careless: "Is it steaming in the bathroom, a little lack of oxygen?" ”

Murong Qi covered his heart and gasped twice: "I don't know, it's very uncomfortable anyway." ”

Leng Qinghuan got up, took out the stethoscope from the medicine box, walked to his side and sat down: "It's so dignified, how can you be depressed?" ”

Murong Qi was loosely tied with a strap, and his neckline was slightly open, revealing a piece of honey-colored skin. Leng Qinghuan held the stethoscope, rested on his heart, and frowned slightly: "Except for the fast heartbeat, there are no other problems, and there is no noise." ”

Murong Qi opened his mouth, as if he was panting for a fish stranded on the beach: "Anyway, it's about to suffocate." ”

Leng Qinghuan opened his mouth, glanced at his throat and tongue, and there was nothing abnormal, looking at him suspiciously: "The piece of pig's foot bone stuck in his throat last time hasn't been spit out yet?" ”

Murong Qi glared at her: "No! ”

"Overindulged and weak?"

"Who couldn't stand it last night and cried out for mercy?"

Leng Qinghuan's face burned red, and he was not angry: "That is, taking a bath and being poured into the brain by water!" ”

Murong Qi shook off her hand with a sad expression: "I'm a patient, shouldn't you rescue first?" What does it matter why I'm choking? ”

"If I don't ask the cause, how can I save it? Do I need to be intubated or induced? ”

"Of course, I have to get me back to breathing normally!"

"But what if the cause of your choking is laryngeal edema or a foreign body blockage? Are you sure you want to debate with me about how to heal and save people? ”

Murong Qi glared angrily at Leng Qinghuan, who was puzzled or deliberately pretending to be stupid, and grabbed it with a big hand: "Naturally, this is how to do it!" ”

pressed the back of her head and gagged her lips.

Leng Qinghuan's eyes widened, and he twisted his heart hard.

The overlord made a bow and didn't greet a single one, so I could catch my breath first.

Murong Qi refused to let go, and the punishment generally increased the force, and he tossed and turned greedily, forgetting and devoted.

Until, Leng Qinghuan felt that he was starting to suffocate, and his heart was beating so hard that he almost jumped out of the tip of his throat. Murong Qi just spared her.

"You are a doctor, and you have to treat patients equally. Why is someone else suffocating, you take the initiative to give him a breath. If you were me, why would it be so troublesome? ”

Leng Qinghuan was a little stupid because of the lack of oxygen in his brain, and for a while, his brain couldn't turn around, his eyes were foggy, and his stupid and cute appearance melted Murong Qi directly.

His eyes were like fire, staring at the cold and red lips, sliding the Adam's apple with difficulty, sat up suddenly, picked her up horizontally, spun her around, rested on the bed, and then took the initiative to cover it again.

Leng Qinghuan's brain had just been put on the strings, and he realized in hindsight what Murong Qi was for this coquettish and cute pretending to be sick.

In front of people, he pretended to be calm and generous, but in fact, he had already knocked over the vinegar jar in his heart, and he was afraid that he was holding back his anger all afternoon.

That's just a little guy whose fetal hair has not faded and the milk smell has not dried, are you Murong Qi so careful?

Before she could condemn herself, Murong Qi directly attacked first, blocking her lips, causing the string she had just caught with great difficulty to break again.

"You're serious." Leng Qinghuan finally escaped from his confinement, pushed him away vigorously, and protested: "I'm saving people!" Which kind of vinegar do you eat? ”

Murong Qi patted her bulging lower abdomen gently and dotingly: "This king is also saving people, and he will also make people." ”

The child in the womb kicked his legs in protest, startling him so much that his hands froze.

Leng Qinghuan touched the stethoscope from the side, put the earpiece on Murong Qi's ear, and put the auscultation probe on his abdomen: "You listen to yourself." ”

Murong Qi tilted his ears sideways, the expression on his face gradually became novel, and his eyes widened: "What sound?" What's the matter, is he beating the drum in it? ”

Leng Qinghuan pursed her lips: "Naturally, I am protesting." ”

Murong Qi listened carefully, with a serious face: "He suggested that I peel the skin first, then pluck the feathers, simmer slowly over low heat, and then stir-fry on a high heat, and it is best to cover the pot tightly, so as not to fly the cooked duck." ”

"Phew!" Leng Qinghuan blushed and said, "I don't have a serious person, and I teach the child badly." ”

"He's teaching me."

Murong Qi skillfully began to peel the skin, peeling Leng Qinghuan into a watery and tender water chestnut.

Leng Qinghuan's voice was intermittent, and the defense line had gradually collapsed: "Don't mess around, I still have serious business, I was interrupted by you just halfway through my thoughts." ”

"You're a pregnant woman, and it's not good to think about it." Murong Qi's lips were not honest at all: "These things are handed over to this king to deal with, and marrying this king is to spoil you, otherwise won't this king become an ornament?" ”

"But ...... of this"

"Concentrate on it."

"Listen first...... I said, I guessed who. She is the only one in the Prime Minister's Mansion, who can make Leng Qinglang let down her guard and cover for her. ”

"Warning a second time!" Murong Qi is serious.

"But I haven't found out yet, her motive for killing Zhiqiu, unless someone instructed it. So I thought ......"

Murong Qi complained on his face: "It seems that our family is really sluggish, what I said to Xianggong, you completely took it as a deaf ear."

Leng Qinghuan sensed the dangerous aura bursting out of someone's body, and shut up in recognition.

Although, there are some things that you don't want to be clear, and it's like going to the toilet halfway through and then going back to it. However, Murong Qi looked uncomfortable with constipation on his face now, and he should not be comfortable.

annoyed this irascible man, and it should be quite difficult to deal with it.

She winked playfully: "Angry? ”

Murong Qi nodded: "Not only are you angry but also sick, if you don't save me, I will die." ”

Mother, such a meaty, sweet and greasy coquette, are you sure that it is the high-minded and invincible Qi Wangye?

Leng Qinghuan couldn't help laughing: "Then I'll give you a prescription, dear?" Hug? Or is it lifted high? ”

"Eat you."

Then I'll give you an autopsy report.

Leng Qinghuan dared to think about it, but he didn't dare to say it. In fact, now she can only lie down obediently, let someone eat and wipe it clean, and revive her husband.

The lake-blue bed tent was lowered and gently rippling, covering the beautiful spring light in the room.

The small warbler cry is especially pitiful in the wind and rain.

Chanjuan under the moon, the good night is short.