Steward Yang personally brought Ye Qingwan's medicine to the inner hall, and also took the ointment, wanting to give Jiang Wumian medicine.

Feng Lin suddenly said lightly: "Steward Yang, I'll come." Steward Yang glanced at Feng Lin with some concern,

"This ......"

"It's just feeding medicine, Steward Yang is worried about my rudeness?" Feng Lin took the medicine from Steward Yang's hand as he spoke.

Steward Yang said worriedly, "You be careful...... Don't hurt the prince. After Steward Yang walked out, only the two of them were left in the room, Jiang Wumian took a sip of medicine, and frowned tightly for a moment.

"Bitter?" Feng Lin knows the taste of King Wei, he has always been sweet and sensitive to bitter things.

Jiang Wumian vomited the medicine, stretched out his hand and knocked over the medicine bowl, and the jade-like bowl collided on the ground, shattering, and making a crisp sound.

He asked indifferently: "Who boiled the medicine!" Feng Lin hurriedly took the candied fruit and rinsed Jiang Wumian's mouth. said, "It's Miss Ye." ”

"Let her get back up." Ye Qingwan had just sorted out the medicinal materials and was about to fall asleep, when he was called up by Feng Lin.

"What's wrong?"

"The prince asked you to boil the medicine again."

"Why?! Do you know what time it is? The tone was indifferent. Feng Lin: "The prince doesn't like bitter medicine. ”

"Okay, I'll boil it again." This time, it was Ye Qingwan who brought the medicine to Jiang Wumian by himself. She knocked on the door, and only after answering from inside did she enter the inner sanctum.

The man was wearing a light shirt, half-lying on a soft couch, holding a book in his slender hand, and the candlelight beside him lined his face, only a little red on his eyebrows, so not showy.

"Your Highness, the medicine is bitter." Ye Qingwan approached him expressionlessly. After the shadow fell, Jiang Wumian raised his eyes slightly and asked her, "Is the medicine sweet this time?" ”

"It's not sweet." After Ye Qingwan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand very forcefully and clasped Jiang Wumian's jaw, opened his mouth and poured the medicine directly into his mouth, and was stunned that not a drop fell.

Feng Lin was terrified watching from the sidelines! What a guts!

"Ahem——!" Jiang Wumian's face was choked red, and the tails of his eyes were dyed with a touch of red, and he was unmatched.

Ye Qingwan has an advantage, for patients, she will never get used to it. Fifteen years of closed life, she has not seen the outside world, and she is accompanied only by mute people with their tongues cut, and her father forces her to use those people's bodies for surgery and medical skills.

Her heart has always been cold. That's the temperature that only people who have been immersed in the dark have. Ye Qingwan put down the bowl, let go of Jiang Wumian's jaw, and said indifferently: "Since you are a patient, then drink medicine to treat it, don't do so much, I won't get used to you." ”

"Ye Qingwan, you are looking for death!" The mouth was bitter to death, Jiang Wumian gasped, and when he got up, he pulled the wound on his back, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, but his eyes were extremely cold and hard.

"You're the one who's looking for death right now." Ye Qingwan ignored his threat and stretched out his hand to take his pulse,

"You haven't been medicated yet?" She reached out and pulled at his clothes,

"Pills." Feng Lin stood aside, dumbfounded, and his soul didn't know where it went. When has the prince of his family been treated like this.

They were forcibly fed with medicine again, and they were forcibly stripped of their clothes. Don't you dare to be stronger! However, Miss Ye, it seems that she is a little unhappy?

Why? Could it be that he disturbed her rest?