The chicken soup simmered for two hours, and the guy slept for two hours.

Before going to bed, I also ate two bowls of bird's nest, three plates of small snacks, and two sour fruits.

No way, she was hungry in the dungeon.

At that time, she was thinking that if she could come out of the dungeon alive, she would no longer be taboo, and she would have to taste everything from the delicacies of the mountains and seas to the folk snacks.

In addition to three staple meals a day, there are also small desserts after meals, which are eaten all day and night except for sleeping. Qiu Qin was afraid that she would burst her belly......

Fortunately, people have thin waists and bee buttocks, and they can't get fat no matter how they eat, so they simply go with her greedy mouth.

In the evening, the chicken soup was finally stewed, and the soup was rich and tangy. Nan Xiang couldn't help but smack her lips when she smelled the smell. Big-eyed and dark-eyed looking at the chicken soup,---- she wanted to taste it.

Qiuqin: "......" said that it was stewed for the prince?

Nan Xiang swallowed her saliva, tasted the taste, and felt that the beauty (self) taste (recognition) was extremely (for).

In the end, he filled a big bowl for Zhou Jingchu, and served it to him personally with a spoon.

In the study, Zhou Jingchu raised his eyebrows, and looked at the chicken soup in front of him with a cold expression, and resisted.

Nan Xiang seemed to push the bowl in front of him, "Lord Wang, this is the chicken soup that the slave family made for you with your own hands, you can taste it." ”

The big round eyes were bright and expecting him to drink, "Drink it while it's hot, it's delicious." ”

Zhou Jingchu stared at the bowl of weird chicken soup with a strange expression, and the ghost made a god to serve it. Then ---- pushed it to the owner of the stew...

Nan Xiang looked surprised, "Give, for me?" ”

It turns out that the regent is not very bad, and he will share it as soon as he has delicious food.

Qiuqin: ...... You're thinking too much...

The regent, who had always been unsmiling, raised his thin lips invisibly at this time, and his voice was a little weird and a little wilting: "Drink." ”

The undetermined one was seduced by beauty, holding the chicken soup, just wearing a man's color, and he drank it stupidly.

At the end, he smacked his lips at that handsome face, a little greedy.

Qiuqin simply didn't see it, this thing is not a normal person.

Zhou Jingchu looked at the bottom of the bowl and saw that it was empty, and his cold eyebrows couldn't say that he breathed a sigh of relief. Then reward her with a piece of dessert, golden silk and red date paste.

Nan Xiang felt that he not only had a good face, but even his ten fingers were very slender and powerful. I can't wait to take those big hands and shake them, and break them.

When it was time to officially eat dinner, Nan Xiang couldn't eat anything, and she began to have stomach troubles,---- it was all caused by the bowl of chicken soup.

The doctor came to see it, prescribed her a few patches of medicine, and said that the problem was not big, so he asked people to decoction the medicine.

When Nan Xiang heard that she wanted to drink medicine, she buried her head in the quilt and filled it with salted fish! ---- pretend they can't hear.

Chunqin won't let her go, as soon as she pulls the quilt open, she has to feed her medicine.

This thing knows that Chunqin is a ruthless maid, and she is not as considerate as Qiuqin. But Qiuqin would send the doctor out, so she could only hand her gaze for help to Zhou Jingchu, who had a cold face. "Lord Wang~"

The tail turned several notes, a bit of a request for help from parents.

Zhou Jingchu stood in front of the edge of the bed with a blank face, his back was solemn, and he looked at her quietly, not answering.

Chunqin saw that the prince didn't care, and immediately grabbed her hand fiercely, wanting to pour her.

Nan Xiang screamed and cried, "Lord Wang~" These are four sounds, miserable and pitiful.

I don't know why, Zhou Jingchu, who has always been old-fashioned and stern, made an exception and said, "That's it." The teary-eyed look really swayed people's heartstrings, "Go get her a pill to eat, that thing is easy to swallow." ”

Chunqin couldn't believe it, and wanted to look at his facial expression at this time, but she didn't dare because of her identity, so she could only grit her teeth and glared at Nan Xiang with jealousy, and then resigned herself to her fate.

Nan Xiang was stared at by her, it was inexplicable. This maid is also too fierce, comparable to the ancestors. The big eyes were full of water and begged for comfort, "Lord Wang~"

Zhou Jingchu was lost temper by her screams from the prince one after another, and sighed coldly with black eyes, "That's it." Stretching out a strong hand, he touched the top of her hair with no light or heavy force, which was considered comfort, "Sleep." ”

Nan Xiang felt that this was a good start, and lay down contentedly. But I don't want to let go of the opportunity easily, "Lord Wang, you sleep with me~" I thought in my heart that hugging and sleeping can also enhance the relationship. ---- said in Miss Fugui and the scholar.

Zhou Jingchu stood cold and did not move, obviously not tempted, "Sleep by yourself, and take you to the lake when you are sick." ”

Nanxiang deeply feels that the road to chasing her husband is a long way to go, this Laoshizi prince is not too good at all, and he doesn't give him a hug to sleep when he is sick, but fortunately, he wants to take himself to the lake, and it is not bad to sleep in the lake without hugging, "Then your hand lends me to sleep in a hug." ”

In the end, he still doesn't give up, this prince is so passive, she is active left and right, it is better to be pestered in the dead period and not let go of any opportunity to penetrate into his heart.

Zhou Jingchu didn't move, and stood alone for a long time, silent. The two secretly competed, one didn't give hands and didn't sleep, and the other saw how long you could last.

Nan Xiang was obviously very sleepy, but she was holding on, and her eyelids drooped several times, but she still woke up to see him in shock.

Zhou Jingchu could have left by himself, but not only did he not leave, he stared at her coldly for a long time, and finally sighed, "That's it," he opened his clothes and sat on the chair, handing her hand, "Sleep." Still in a cold tone.

But Nan Xiang's warm big hand fell asleep in an instant.

Zhou Jingchu felt the warmth of his delicate face next to his palm, and there was no wave in his heart, even calm.

His dark eyes were deep and thoughtful at that delicate face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.