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"Lord Wang, do you have a problem with your tongue? This venison is obviously very light, you have to say salty, don't you people in the Western Regions cook without salt? ”

Gu Fuwei raised his head to drink porridge, and then pressed the fine bowl on the table.

He casually rolled down his sleeves, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then looked around, but did not answer her words.

The wandering gaze must have fallen on the red bean porridge in her food box.

He reached for it.

Lizhan hit him with chopsticks.

"The prince eats the prince, I eat mine, the venison that the prince didn't allow me to touch, why are you embarrassed to come and grab my red bean porridge now?"

This chopstick is not really hitting, the speed is very slow, she thought that if this chopstick hit, most of them would be bounced away by Gu Fuwei, but it hit the back of his hand smoothly.

The sound was not loud, but it was a little embarrassing to pinch the chopsticks.

Although after this hunt, the relationship between the two is no longer as distant as before, but it is not rampant enough to hit him.

Gu Fuwei didn't mean to bother with her, he directly took the red bean porridge and drank it in a big gulp, and when he put down the bowl, there was nothing left in it except for a few red beans.

Why do you keep drinking porridge? Aren't these dishes to his liking?

"Is this thirsty, sir? Why don't you eat vegetables? ”

He didn't answer, hung his head, and shouted in a low voice, "Zhan'er." ”

"Hmm."

"Why are the dishes so salty?"

Yes?

He guessed that there was really something wrong with his tongue, how could the porridge be salty?

After hesitating a little from the lamp, he stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched the osmanthus crisp to eat, and the sweet taste was very good.

Gu Fuwei has always liked to eat sweet pastries, and this one shouldn't be able to pick out the thorns.

Lizhan brought the osmanthus cake to him, "The prince tastes this, I think it tastes good, no worse than the master who makes pastries in your house." ”

"I want to drink water."

"Now there is no water, the prince will eat two pads to pad his stomach first, and I will go to fetch water to boil."

Gu Fuwei hesitated for a moment, abandoned the chopsticks, and directly reached out to take a piece from the noodles, and spit it out impatiently as soon as he took a bite.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

"It's still salty."

Lizhan wondered in his heart, what was wrong with him, he could feel salty when he ate sweet, but he wasn't like this before......

Could it be that you're teasing her again?

Lizhan looked at his expression carefully, but he kept hanging his head, and the ponytail hung down from his ears, covering the side of his face, and he couldn't see any expression at all.

"Water."

"What?"

"This king wants to drink water!" His mouth began to slur.

"Water? Wait a minute. He got up, rummaged through the cabinet, and found a pot. Zhan'er is going to fetch water, the prince and so on. ”

Lizhan pushed open the door and was about to boast about crossing the threshold, when suddenly there was a sound of a stool falling to the ground behind her, and she was just about to turn back when her shoulder was jerked back.

The force was so great that she exclaimed, and before she could react, the door slammed shut behind her.

Gu Fuwei stood in front of her, standing majestically, but like a ghost.

He was a head taller than her, and she looked up, finally seeing his expression.

Gu Fuwei wrinkled his eyebrows, looking at her with a somewhat sloppy gaze, hazy fine sweat oozing on his forehead, and his cheeks flushed, as if he was drunk.

Far away as the independence of the mountains. Decadent as if the jade mountain is about to collapse.

This drunken jade and decadent state is similar to the serious appearance of Chen Jun on weekdays.

Lizhan realizes that something is wrong.

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable? ”

"Does Zhan'er feel hot?" He rested his right hand on her left ear.

Hot......

The sun hasn't shown his face today, the sky is overcast, he is wearing a thin layer of corset, will he still feel hot?

"I'm not hot."

"This king is so hot." He tugged at the placket with his left hand, revealing two extremely straight collarbones.

"Thirsty."

Hot, thirsty...... Lizhan turned his gaze to the food box on the table.

Could it be that there is a problem with the dish in the food box?

What can be the problem with the things sent by the Food Bureau? Even if there is a problem, who wants to harm Gu Fuwei?

When he was thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a question.

Wrong! The two of them ate the food box upside down!

Gu Fuwei's box is hers.

This was obviously aimed at her, but she didn't expect Gu Fuwei to be harmed by mistake.

A layer of cold sweat rose from behind the lamp.

If the two of them had eaten their own food today, she would have eaten the poison now.

But when you think about it, the current situation is not much better.

She didn't know what kind of medicine Gu Fuwei was taking and what kind of poison was in it.

In case this poison is fatal, and Gu Fuwei dies in this side hall after a toxic attack, then she, as a doctor who is quite good at using poison, is afraid that she will not be able to tell if she has a hundred mouths.

"Lord Wang, apart from heat and thirst, what else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Gu Fuwei's eyes fixed on her, and he didn't say anything, just like an arrow aimed at his prey, staring at her with a little worry.

"Lord Wang? You're afraid you're sick. You explain the symptoms clearly, so I can help you see them. ”

desperately maintained his apparent calmness, but he didn't know that his body and consciousness were on the verge of losing control.

At first, he just felt a little hot, and his mouth was dry and salty from everything he ate.

I thought there was a problem with the food, and it was normal to have a fever when eating.

Later, the situation became more and more wrong, as if there was a fire burning in the chest, and every inch of the skin was like a hundred feathers scratching.

Between the tendons and muscles, there seem to be swarms of ants shuttling and crawling inside.

His mouth was dry, and his mouth felt like he had a pound of salt in his mouth.

He wanted to drink water, but the porridge he drank was salty, and the saliva he swallowed was also salty!

His body rushed to and fro, a most primitive desire.

Woman!

Woman!

"Lord Wang?"

Lizhan's voice was like a yellow oriole's soft cry, crisp and good, but when it came to Gu Fuwei's ears, it continued to echo, like a small poisonous snake, stretching out the letter and licking back and forth in his ears.

He swallowed, his fingers curled.

He's restrained, desperately restrained!

"I'll help the prince take a pulse."

The more he looked at him, the more wrong he became, and he cautiously reached out and scooped up his sleeve, only to find that his five fingers had been clenched into a fist.

She was a little scared, but she was even more afraid that Gu Fuwei would die here.

Thinking of the consequences, she had the courage to put her fingers together and lean gently tentatively.

"Hmm......" Gu Fuwei let out a short low groan in his throat.

Annoying......

The woman's fingertips were cold, and they were pressed against his wrist as if they had touched a fine silkworm satin.

As her fingertips rubbed down, the strong desire in his heart was slightly satisfied.

It's like a glacier in the far north, scorched by the fire in his chest, finally melting a clear and transparent snow water, and falling on the tip of the heart of the dry wood fire with a "snap".

"Hiss"

There was even a clear sound of dissolution in his mind.

All his hunger and thirst were wrapped in this drop of snow water, and he looked at the woman in front of him blankly, and the pair of extremely beautiful fox eyes suddenly turned, and suddenly stared, and finally frightened.

She suddenly withdrew her hand and looked at her warily.

The brief pleasure was suddenly cut off, and the flames suddenly burst out, burning him so much that he couldn't breathe.

"...... Jar"

The woman in front of her put her hands behind her back and quietly opened a crack in the door.

The white light exploded and suddenly burst into his pupils, stabbing his eyes with pain.

It's hot, it's hot.

He slammed the door with one hand, don't open the door.

The little woman stepped aside, like a frightened deer.

"Lord, don't you want to drink water, Zhan'er is going to fetch water for you......"

"Women are made of water."

"What do you say......"

Gu Fuwei didn't know how hideous he was at this time, so that he could scare her into this appearance.

He had never seen her so frightened.

In the dark shadow beneath him, her hands and feet trembled, and she tried to stand up several times, and finally crouched on the ground and reached for the deadbolt.

The sleeves of her thin shirt were torn by Liu Fengxian, and she didn't put them on her body anymore.

The two forearms are exposed, the hands are like soft wattles, and the skin is like clotted fat.

She kept tugging at the deadbolt, trying to escape.

And yet he didn't want to.

Barely thinking about it, he grabbed her by the wrists, and she lifted her up, and she exclaimed in fright, he had scooped up her legs and picked her up.

Gu Fuwei felt a splitting headache, and the world was spinning, as if he was in the oil pot of purgatory.

And when he was in his arms, he was as light as a feather.

He lost his strength and threw her on the bed, "bang" Fortunately, there were a few soft cushions on it, otherwise he would have to knock the back of his head this time.