When the imperial physician arrived, he fried a bowl of medicine for Yelu Nanfeng.

After the imperial doctor left, Sheng Xia picked up the medicine bowl and approached Yelu Nanfeng, she fed Yelu Nanfeng spoonful by spoonful, but found that Yelu Nanfeng couldn't swallow it, and the medicine was all spit out and spilled on the bed.

"It's a nuisance, huh."

Midsummer snapped and put down the medicine bowl impatiently, feeling more and more that Yelu Nanfeng was a disaster, and she really wanted to kill this sleeping person now.

"Gu Jing, you said that if I kill this person, can we escape back to Xichu?"

Midsummer took out the knife given by Gu Jing and played with it in his hand, glancing at the unconscious Yelu Nanfeng from time to time.

"This East Palace is full of guards, and it is really difficult to escape."

Gu Jing told the truth, his martial arts are not strong, he can only be regarded as middle-class, but even the rumored sick prince Yelu Nanfeng is a person with unfathomable martial arts, not to mention those guards who protect Yelu Nanfeng.

"Forget it, you go out first, if this person dies, the outside world will definitely feel that it has nothing to do with me, so let this Yelu Nanfeng live for a few more days."

Sheng Xia put down the knife and put it away, as if she had never taken out the knife, and waved her hand at Gu Jing, who had followed her for so many years and immediately retreated.

Now that there was no one else, she picked up the medicine bowl again and tasted it, this medicine was extremely bitter, but if she didn't feed Yelu Nanfeng, this person looked like he would definitely die.

Midsummer leaned closer, picked up the pale face of the unconscious man with his hand, and kissed him close to the bloodless lips, Yelu Nanfeng's lips were very cold and soft.

I fed the medicine one bite after another, and I don't know why, but I was able to feed it in this way, and I don't know how many times I tried to finally finish feeding the medicine.

"Hehe, the day when my brother revives Xichu will be your death, and it will also be the day when your country will be prosperous and destroyed."

Midsummer wiped his lips desperately with his hands with some disgust, wanting to quickly dissipate the fragrance left on the lips, obviously the sleeping face of the unconscious person on the bed was beautiful and innocent, as if this person would only be less annoying when he was asleep.

Midsummer looked at the clean and innocent sleeping face and couldn't help but take a few more looks, she moved a stool to sit next to her, but found that the person frowned even when he was asleep, as if there was always some sadness that could not be dissipated in his eyebrows, but it was right to think that after all, he was the prince, if he was simple-minded, he might have died a long time ago.

Outside the door, Gu Jing finally stopped looking, he squatted outside the door, took off the wine on his waist and drank a few sips, his expression couldn't cry or laugh.

"You know, she won't marry anyone she marries you......"

Gu Jing drank the wine and whispered, although it was unpleasant, he didn't dare to drink more, because he wanted to protect the princess.

Midsummer screamed glutinously, "Gu Jing, you bring some pastries, I'm hungry." ”

Gu Jing squeezed out a flattering smile, stood outside the door and said through the door, "Haole, it's still your favorite osmanthus cake, princess, right?" I'll get it for you right now. ”

The imperial dining room is full of desert pasta, and there are no pastries from the Central Plains, so Gu Jing simply tied an apron and made his princess's favorite pastries.

After the pastry was baked, he didn't even have time to take off his apron, and the flour on his face and the flour stained on his hands were not in a hurry to wipe it, so he hurriedly carried the food box for fear that the osmanthus cake would be cold.

"Princess, this is your favorite osmanthus cake, there is no one in the imperial dining room, so the small one will be made for you by yourself."

Gu Jing rushed into the room with a brisk walk, he pushed open the door with a smile on his face, and the smile froze in an instant, because he saw ......

Midsummer was held by Yelu Nanfeng who was in a coma, and Midsummer was pressed on the bed by Yelu Nanfeng and hugged him, unable to move or even struggle.

"Gu Jing go out—" Midsummer pretended to be calm and scolded.

"Okay, the princess remembers to eat osmanthus cake, it's not delicious when it's cold." Gu Jing gently put down the food box and didn't forget to remind Midsummer, he still smiled, and went out silently and closed the door by the way.

Gu Jing stood outside the door like a big mountain, he didn't want to go and didn't dare to see what was going on inside, he was always smiling in front of the princess as if it didn't matter anything, he could only take away his likes silently, without showing the slightest emotion.

"A bastard is a bastard, and even if you are unconscious, you know how thin people are."

Midsummer was held by the hand, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free, she could only lie obediently in Yelu Nanfeng's arms, her face leaned on Yelu Nanfeng's chest, feeling that Yelu Nanfeng's chest was very hot and hot, and the smell of mint filled the entire sense of smell, she seemed to be so close to Yelu Nanfeng for the first time.

The mint smell on Yelu Nanfeng's body was too good, and Midsummer always felt a little sleepy and unconsciously closed her eyes, and when she was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly opened her eyes and Yelu Nanfeng reflexively pressed over.

"If it's all a dream, then keep it going."

Yelu Nanfeng's eyes were misty, his face was crimson, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, he turned all this into a nightmare, maybe only in a dream did he dare to be so wanton and so bold.

"Bastard, you want to fuck ......"

Midsummer felt bad but couldn't break free at all, and even the words were blocked by Yelu Nanfeng's lips that had just come down, cold and soft and sweet, even like the taste of sugar gourd.

She wanted to push away Yelu Nanfeng, but she had no strength to make it soft, and it wasn't until she felt that her whole person was about to lose her breath that Yelu Nanfeng let go.

"Summer ...... I...... I am pleased with you......"

Yelu Nanfeng's hand lifted Midsummer's chin, and he raised his eyes to look at Midsummer, his eyes were misty like a deer in a trap in the forest, dangerous and clean, and people couldn't help but be bewitched.

Sheng Xia Leng was there, her pupils suddenly contracted, she couldn't believe that the person in front of her, Yelu Nanfeng, the prince of Sheng Kingdom, actually liked her......

But if Yelu Nanfeng really likes it, why is he so cold to her?

But even if she likes that, she will never like the prince of the enemy country in front of her.

When the mint smell on Yelu Nanfeng's body faded, Midsummer only felt that she smelled an extremely sweet smell, which was unfamiliar, and her consciousness gradually blurred......

She suddenly remembered the rumors about Yelu Nanfeng, the first beautiful man in Mobei, the prince of Shengguo, has a strange fragrance since he was born, and women within a radius of ten miles will fall in love with that beautiful man as long as they smell the smell, so Yelu Nanfeng often carries mint sachets on his body to cover the smell on his body.

The eyes of midsummer have also become blurred......

Yelu Nanfeng picked off the gauze tent with the short sword hidden under his pillow, and picked out the thin clothes of midsummer, and for a moment the spring was full of joy and feasted his eyes, and he threw away the sword in pain, and held her hand with ten fingers interlocked.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and the house was being clouded and raining, and there was a black-clothed guard standing outside the door, blowing the cold wind like a monument.

His lips watered over her forehead, her nose, and her shoulders, as if to engrave his mark on every skin of her body, and his hands played with her inky hair, slowly priing open her teeth, an intrusive kiss.

In the middle of summer, she felt as if she couldn't breathe, as if she was awake and confused, she probably didn't hate her husband so much.

Wind and snow, water and milk blending, upside down phoenix, fish and water joy, like glue like paint.

After a good night.

Yelu Nanfeng covered his face and suddenly felt a splitting headache, he realized that the thing he dreamed last night was true, and he had expected that Midsummer's disgust for him was deep.

"Hehe, the legendary sick and weak son is really not sick and weak at all, and sure enough, the prince is also romantic."

Midsummer woke up and immediately put on her clothes, her eyes had long been completely loveless, still cold, she sneered at Yelu Nanfeng, but there was no trace of strength in her body, the whole person was sour and weak, with a little backache and even a little difficult to get out of bed.

"I'm sorry ......"

Yelu Nanfeng suddenly hugged Midsummer, bit the root of her ear, and whispered in her ear.

The words were light and fluttering, and the voice was very small.

This is the first time he has apologized to someone in his nineteen years of life, he wants to kill himself last night, how can he be so unfocused......

The woman in front of him was like a poppy that could bewitch people's hearts, and she was addicted to Yelu Nanfeng, but he knew that Midsummer didn't like him, and he only hoped that she would dislike him less.

"Gu Jing, bring me a bowl of avoidance soup."

Midsummer shouted out the door.

She knew that Gu Jing would stay outside the door no matter when, Gu Jing was undoubtedly a qualified guard and a qualified friend, and after so many years of getting along day and night, Gu Jing could always protect her.

After a while, Gu Jing walked in but met Yelu Nanfeng eating the osmanthus cake he made specially for Midsummer, he put down the shunzi soup and stared at Yelu Nanfeng, this is what he made for the princess, not everything can be eaten.

Yelu Nanfeng had long noticed that the guard had affection for Midsummer, and he took Midsummer into his arms as if he was demonstrating.

"Retreat first, don't hinder the princess and the concubine."

Gu Jing bowed and hurriedly retired, that voice was particularly intriguing, he was secretly belittling Yelu Nanfeng's identity.

Yelu Nanfeng was finally willing to let go of Midsummer, and he was in a good mood and ignored the little guard's insulting words, but he grabbed Midsummer's hand to get the dodge soup.

"You hate Prince Ben so much that you even drink this kind of thing in front of Prince Ben?" Nanfeng knocked over the dodge soup, and his hand grabbed Midsummer's wrist harder and harder, and he questioned, although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to ask.

"You and I are mortal enemies, and if you are a princess at night, you should just have fun, and please don't be sentimental, but the prince, you are skilled, if you are not the prince, you are probably the top brand in the Lingren Pavilion."

Midsummer used all her strength to finally shake off Yelu Nanfeng's hand, she raised Yelu Nanfeng's chin, and looked at that beautiful face with that particularly frivolous gaze, if this person was not the prince of the enemy country, maybe Midsummer would fall in love at first sight, but unfortunately there was no if.

"These should be settled by this princess."

Midsummer got up slowly, ate the osmanthus cake that had been cold, and shook his hand to smash two copper plates on Yelu Nanfeng's face and left a red mark.