"You think this will bring me to my knees?"

"Forgive me, Xuanzhi has no other way."

Zhao Changsheng had already turned around and left when Zhao Xuanzhi came out.

Now there are only two people left in the room, Chu Ziyu and Zhao Xuanzhi, Zhao Xuanzhi slowly took off his coat, and shyly tried to hook up with Chu Ziyu's inner fire.

"Shizi, don't struggle, there is no cure for this medicine, unless you want Xuanzhi."

Chu Ziyu's eyes were cold and he shot towards Zhao Xuanzhi.

"Zhao Xuanzhi, you also underestimate this son too much."

When the words fell, Chu Ziyu threw Zhao Xuanzhi out of the window with a handrail.

Ignoring Zhao Xuanzhi's screams outside the window, Chu Ziyu stumbled, and he could feel the fire in his body, burning more and more.

Not daring to delay, Chu Ziyu ran out of another window.

Along the way, I didn't dare to stop at all.

Song Wanfeng was in the kitchen, preparing for tonight's dinner, when suddenly a hot body came up, startling Song Wanfeng.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Chu Ziyu's face was hot and red, and the sweat on his forehead was constantly sliding down.

"What's wrong with you? Got a fever? ”

"Nope."

Chu Ziyu buried his head in Song Wanfeng's neck, and the cold skin made him very comfortable, but after a while, another wave of fire came.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Song Wanfeng wanted to turn around, but she was hugged tightly by Chu Ziyu, and when she moved, she immediately felt that something was pressing against her behind her, and Song Wanfeng's face instantly turned red.

"Chu Ziyu!"

Song Wanfeng shouted angrily.

This man really is.

She was willing to give herself to him that night, but she felt that she was too young to touch.

So what's it called now?

"Feng'er, Feng'er, I'm so uncomfortable."

Chu Ziyu couldn't wait to tear open Song Wanfeng's clothes and rush into her body.

But no, she's too young.

Taking a deep breath, before Chu Ziyu's self-control was about to disappear, Chu Ziyu let go of Chu Ziyu and jumped into the cold vat.

Chu Ziyu's sudden move startled Song Wanfeng.

"You're crazy, what are you doing here?"

The bone-chilling cold water made Chu Ziyu wake up, his hands clutched the edge of the cylinder tightly, and his lips trembled.

"Zhou Shi!"

Song Wanfeng shouted, but Zhou Shi did not appear in front of her like before.

"Come out!"

Song Wanfeng grabbed Chu Ziyu's hand and shouted.

"No, you can't go out."

Once out of this tank, without the icy cold water, Chu Ziyu didn't know if he could still control himself.

He didn't want to hurt Song Wanfeng.

"Chu Ziyu!"

Song Wanfeng is really going to be angry, and he doesn't look at what day it is, it's winter, is it possible that he still wants to freeze himself to death?

Chu Ziyu shook his head.

Seeing this, Song Wanfeng saw the stone on the ground, picked up a stone with both hands, and was about to learn Sima Guang to smash the cylinder, when Zhou Yan arrived in time with the old lady Wei.

As early as on the way here, the old lady Wei had already stopped talking about what had happened.

Seeing Chu Ziyu squatting in the water tank, shivering from the cold, Old Lady Wei directly laughed at Chu Ziyu and said, "How about letting your kid be sassy and letting your kid not study medicine with me?" Now that you've been recruited, you regret it, right? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, detoxify me." Chu Ziyu gritted his teeth and trembled.

When she heard that it was poisoning, Song Wanfeng panicked, who expected that when she heard the next sentence of Old Lady Wei, Song Wanfeng was stunned.

"What kind of poison is poison, can the medicine of emotion be considered poison?"

The medicine for emotion?

Song Wanfeng looked up at Zhou Shi, Zhou Shi reached out and touched his nose a little uncomfortably, and then said, "The little one goes to prepare clean clothes for the prince" and ran away.

Old Lady Wei examined Chu Ziyu, frowned slightly, and then got up and took the medicine box and was about to leave.

"Stinky old man, you're leaving like this? Leave me alone? ”

Old Lady Wei wordlessly turned her head and glared at Chu Ziyu fiercely, then reached out and patted Song Wanfeng's shoulder, and said in a long voice: "That kid has been hit by a drug called 'Spring Silkworm', take good care of him." ”

Song Wanfeng: Forehead......

Chu Ziyu naturally understood the meaning of Old Lady Wei's words, and immediately said with a serious expression: "No, she is still too young." ”

Only then did Song Wanfeng understand the meaning of Old Lady Wei's words just now, and her face instantly turned red.

Who knows, Old Lady Wei snorted coldly after hearing Chu Ziyu's words.

"There's no cure for the 'spring silkworm', either you obey yourself and ask for this girl, or you stay in that bathtub all day until the effects of the medicine are all gone."

"Stinky old man."

Old Lady Wei didn't care about Chu Ziyu so much, and saw that he seemed to be willing to ask for that girl in the water tank rather than in such a state, so he took out the silver needles on his body and inserted silver needles on Chu Ziyu's various acupuncture points.

"Tomorrow morning, the silver needle will be pulled out."

After the words fell, he turned around and left.

"What the hell is going on?" Song Wanfeng squatted next to the water tank and asked.

Chu Ziyu intermittently told Song Wanfeng what had happened.

Song Wanfeng was very angry that Zhao Xuanzhi used such a lowly method, but when she thought that if Chu Ziyu didn't go to the appointment, she wouldn't become like this.

"You wait for me, and I'll settle accounts with you later."

Immediately, worried that such a cold day would freeze Chu Ziyu, Song Wanfeng ran into the kitchen to cook ginger soup for Chu Ziyu and asked him to go to the cold.

Originally, Song Wanfeng was still angry and could watch Chu Ziyu endure hardships ruthlessly, but when she saw Chu Ziyu's face was pale, her lips were purple, and her forehead was still sweating profusely, Song Wanfeng was a little unbearable.

Anyway, she was already ready to entrust her whole life to him.

Song Wanfeng grabbed Chu Ziyu's hand, slowly activated her red lips and said, "Otherwise, don't soak in this vat, I-"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ziyu knew what Song Wanfeng was going to say.

"No way!"

Chu Ziyu refused without the slightest hesitation: "You are still young, you have no way to bear me." ”

"Who said that?"

Chu Ziyu couldn't wait to grab Song Wanfeng's hand and let her experience it well, whether she could bear it.

"I don't want to hurt you, not to mention that I can't control myself at this moment, once I get out of this water tank, then everything I have endured before will not be in vain?"

"But I can't bear to see you so uncomfortable." Song Wanfeng held Chu Ziyu's face with both hands and said.

"It's okay, this is what I deserve, if it weren't for my carelessness, knowing that Zhao Xuanzhi had bad intentions towards me, and knowing that Zhao Changsheng was not a good person, I would still go."

Hearing Chu Ziyu's words, Song Wanfeng wanted to scold Chu Ziyu, but seeing that he was already so uncomfortable and had been punished, he finally endured those words.

"Zhao Xuanzhi dares to use such a subordinate method against you, I can't spare her."

Morning.

Song Wanfeng, who was already used to going to bed early on weekdays, was already sitting by the water tank and was drowsy.

"Feng'er, go back to sleep, it's useless for you to stay here."

"It's okay, I can do it."

"Otherwise, I'll tell you a story?"

said to be telling stories, but in fact, Chu Ziyu is telling interesting stories about his childhood.

Originally, Wei Shurou was still a little worried, and took Chu Qian over to take a look, but when she walked to the door, she heard the laughter of the two, so she took Chu Qian back again.

Song Wanfeng leaned on the water tank and fell asleep after listening to it, Chu Ziyu called Zhou Shi and asked Zhou Shi to take Song Wanfeng back to the room and settle it.

When Song Wanfeng woke up, it was already dawn at this time.

Finding that she was lying on the bed, Song Wanfeng was slightly stunned, put on her shoes, and hurriedly felt that Chu Ziyu was no longer in the courtyard of the kitchen.

"Baicao, where is the son?"

"Concubine Shizi, please rest assured, the prince is fine, and the old lady Wei is treating the prince at this time." Baicao Road.

When Song Wanfeng heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After confirming that Chu Ziyu was just suffering from a little wind chill and there was nothing serious, Song Wanfeng went out with Liuli, and Liuli directly took Song Wanfeng over the high wall of Shilang's Mansion and came to Zhao Xuanzhi's courtyard.

At this time, Zhao Xuanzhi was hiding in the room because he was completely embarrassed, and he didn't dare to see anyone.

Song Wanfeng kicked open Zhao Xuanzhi's door.

Zhao Xuanzhi got up, and when he saw that it was Song Wanfeng, Zhao Xuanzhi was slightly stunned.

"Song Wanfeng, what do you mean? dared to trespass into the Shilang Mansion. ”

Song Wanfeng sneered.

"It doesn't mean much, it's just an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If you use such a means to drug Chu Ziyu, then you must like that medicine very much, so how can you not experience the feeling of being burned in the fire. ”

Song Wanfeng's words made Zhao Xuanzhi tremble.

"You dare?"

"Glass."

Liuli stepped forward directly and took out a packet of medicinal powder from her waist.

Zhao Xuanzhi saw that Song Wanfeng was really here, and her figure was stunned, and then she didn't even wear shoes, so she wanted to escape. It's just that he just ran out a few steps, and he was hit by Liuli's acupoint, and he couldn't move.

When Zhao Xuanzhi saw Liuli holding the medicinal powder in one hand and pinching her chin in the other, Zhao Xuanzhi was completely flustered.

She didn't want to take the medicine, but she couldn't move.

In order to let Zhao Xuanzhi swallow those medicinal powders, Liuli poured a cup of tea and poured it into Zhao Xuanzhi's mouth, and with a grunt, Zhao Xuanzhi swallowed it.

"Have a good experience."

Song Wanfeng turned around and left with Liuli, and at the moment when the door closed, Zhao Xuanzhi found that he could move. Ignoring decency or indecency, Zhao Xuanzhi reached out and dug his throat, wanting to spit out all the powder, but to no avail.

She could clearly feel an urge from her abdomen slowly rushing to her limbs, making her want to vent, to want something.

Zhao Xuanzhi naturally knew what she wanted, as early as when she was in time, Zhao's mother had already shown her the book "The Art of Fang Yu" that she only read on the night of the cave room in order to let Zhao Xuanzhi understand what men liked.

"Song Wanfeng, I am inseparable from you." Zhao Xuanzhi clasped the table tightly with both hands, and said angrily through gritted teeth.

Song Wanfeng, who was standing on the wall, heard these words floating in the air, and directly sneered.