The carriage soon stopped at the gate of the palace, and the guards who drove the carriage jumped out of the carriage and waited with their heads bowed, but they did not dare to make a sound, what to listen to and what not to hear, they still understood.

The sound insulation in the car is not very good, at least you can hear a low moan that makes people blush, but these people who follow Shangguan Ye have long been trained to become nervously numb, and it is not strange.

After a while, only a muffled snort sounded, and then no sound could be heard in the carriage, and then after a while, Shangguan Ye held a person in his arms, threw down a sentence for the housekeeper to prepare, and held the person's toes a little, and flew directly into the palace.

And the carriage with the open door was messy, and it exuded some ambiguous smell.

Shangguan Ye directly took Murong Qiufeng to the hot spring, tore off the robe that wrapped Murong Qiufeng, carefully put him into the hot water, and quickly ripped off his clothes.

Both of them were a little embarrassed, Murong Qiufeng was fine, there were no clothes on his body, and he was wiped by Shangguan Ye again, and Shangguan Ye looked very embarrassed, and his clothes were stained with white turbidity.

The heat of the hot spring made Murong Qiufeng, who had already fallen asleep, snort comfortably, if Shangguan Ye hadn't held his shoulders in time, I was afraid that he would have been as slippery as water.

Seeing that he was satisfied and tired, his eyes couldn't be opened, and Shangguan Ye didn't plan to trouble him, so he carefully cleaned him up first, and then cleaned himself casually, then carried him into the secret room, returned to his room, dried himself, put him on the bed, and didn't even wear clothes.

Shangguan Ye didn't ask for him, although he himself was uncomfortable, but it should be regarded as a punishment for himself.

casually put on a robe, and gently stroked the face that was a little red because of the heat of the hot spring, and there was some obsession in his eyes, and he couldn't put it down.

The door was knocked a few times, and then Youngber pushed the door in with a plate, glanced at the two people beside the bed ambiguously, smiled very kindly, put the decanting soup on the table, and withdrew in a friendly manner.

Shangguan Ye took the decanting soup, tested the temperature, and carefully fed Murong Qiufeng to drink it, trying not to wake him up.

Murong Qiufeng may have been really tired, half-asleep in a daze, and finally didn't wake up and fell into a deep sleep.

After drinking the sobering soup, Shangguan Ye carefully applied medicine to his body again, after all, he was a little rough in the car just now, and some traces were too deep, so it was better to be careful.

While rubbing the medicine again, he gently massaged his body and soothed his nerves, and then turned off the lights and hugged him to sleep contentedly.

He found that he gradually liked this comfortable life, no wind and no waves, hugged him to sleep every day, and woke up to see the unsuspecting sleeping face, it would be better if he could attach a smile and a kiss, but this estimate is not possible for the time being.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, he began to grow a little tired of those troublesome centers of power.

However, although he took care of it very carefully, Murong Qiufeng was still sick, infected with wind chills, and had a fever, which was probably caused by the backlog that had been accumulated a few days ago.

At this time, Shangguan Ye was busy, and even with the palace, there was some chaos, and Youxiang was also tortured, and she was tired enough, mainly because of the pressure in her heart, and she was oppressed by Shangguan Ye's cold air.

Obviously he was just infected with the wind and cold, but he made a fuss as if his life was on the verge of death, as long as Murong Qiufeng didn't wake up, everyone in the palace was trembling, and the atmosphere didn't dare to gasp, Youxiang only hoped that Murong Qiufeng would wake up soon, this pavilion master was like going crazy.

This really made her wonder what kind of poison Murong Qiufeng had given to the pavilion master, allowing him to reach such a point.

Fortunately, in the freezing cold, Murong Qiufeng finally had a fever after being in a coma for a day, and the person also improved, and most importantly, he woke up.

Youxiang breathed a sigh of relief, threw a bowl of medicine to Shangguan Ye, and slipped away, giving the two of them a quiet space, and the palace temporarily lifted the crisis.

It was also through this time that the people in the palace deeply understood the importance of Murong Qiufeng to the prince, even if he offended the prince in the future, he could not offend this master, but some people were happy, because this master seemed to be very easy to get along with, maybe if he had him, the prince would not often want to kill people.

Of course, these Murong Qiufeng didn't know, after waking up, he only knew that his whole body was weak, his head was still dizzy, his brain was a little cloudy, and he couldn't think of anything for the time being.

Shangguan Ye smiled at the corner of his eyes, cautiously walked over with the medicine, and said softly, "Wake up, just right, drink this medicine first." Maybe he didn't rest well for a day and a night, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Murong Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, and when he turned his head sideways, he saw Shangguan Ye standing on the side of the bed with a bowl, he was shocked, and he hurriedly wanted to sit up, but his body was weak, and he lay down again before he could sit up.

"Be careful." Shangguan Ye hurriedly reached out and grabbed his shoulders, quickly dragged the pillow over the cushion, and then helped him to sit up slowly.

Although Murong Qiufeng was a little embarrassed, he still obediently let him sit on the head of the bed with his support, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "I ......"

"You're sick, don't talk yet, drink the medicine first, and I'll tell you later." As he spoke, he took the spoon and put the medicine to Murong Qiufeng's mouth, making a gesture to feed him.

Murong Qiufeng was stunned, looked at the medicine that came to his mouth in a daze, felt a slight heat on his lips, immediately came back to his senses, and hurriedly raised his hand to take the medicine bowl, "Lord Wang, I'll come by myself." ”

"What strength do you have now, what are you restrained, drink it quickly, otherwise the medicine will be cold." Shangguan Ye dodged his hand and said lightly, with some rebuke in his tone, but he was not aggressive, but with care, he put the medicine over again.

Murong Qiufeng opened his mouth, and finally let him feed him one bite at a time, but his mood was very complicated, they all said that sick people, nerves are the most fragile, and at this time, heart defense is also the most fragile.

He hasn't been sick for a long time, I don't remember, since he entered the Fairy Sword Gate, he has not been sick again since the master recuperated his body and cured his congenital disease.

Such a scene at this moment reminded him of the previous period when he was recuperating in the Xiangfu, except for dealing with medicine every day, that is, staying quietly in a small deserted courtyard, occasionally his mother would come to come to see, and his sister would come to make trouble, and then there would be no more, day after day, he only felt very lonely.

Maybe that's why he is so dependent on Yun Feiyang, because he is the first man who cares about him so much, just like his brother, so that he unconsciously transfers his admiration for his father and brother to him.

Now, Shangguan Ye's flipping action moved him but also made him a little sad.

Unconsciously, a bowl of medicine had been fed, Shangguan Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled at him comfortingly, "How do you feel, are you hungry or not, I will prepare some white porridge first, you can temporarily resist your stomach first, and you can't eat some greasy or tonic medicine yet." ”