"I don't take medicine!"

When Su Yuheng put the spoon containing half a half of the tawny liquid to her lips for the tenth time, she still twisted her head to the side and refused to cooperate.

The bright red lips that are pursed can almost hang a night light.

"Tang Miaoyan! You're not a child. How can you be so capricious? If you don't take medicine, how can you heal your stomach full of wounds?"

Su Yuheng's fingers clenched the handle of the spoon, and he had used the best patience in his life to coax the little woman who said nothing in front of her.

"Su Yuheng, do you still have the heart to ask me such a thing? I'll ask you, whose husband coaxed his wife to take medicine? If you don't prepare a piece of candy, you are not even allowed to eat enough? I'll tell you, I won't eat as long as you lift! If you don't eat, if you don't eat, you won't eat!"

If Tang Miaoyan is not injured now, her whole body can move.

At this time, it must be kicking all fours, bringing out the essence of sprinkling and rolling to the extreme.

Su Yuheng was like a robot that was suddenly pressed on the switch, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he understood the key to the problem.

So he swept his gaze around the room and then fell to the kitchen opposite.

Then he retracted helplessly.

Tang Miaoyan left home for a month, and there was a bottomless monk living in the house.

Don't say it's a sugar cube.

That's the oil star, and it's all gone.

It's dark outside now.

The medicine bowl in his hand was only warm.

Where could he go and get her a candy bar before the medicine cooled?

"You have to smell enough porridge before you are willing to drink the medicine?"

When Su Yuheng withdrew his gaze, he asked helplessly and solemnly.

Tang Miaoyan nodded vigorously and reiterated noncommittally:

"Of course you have to smell enough! I haven't eaten for two days and two nights, and I finally smell the porridge. If you don't let me eat, it's just abuse!"

Su Yuheng nodded slightly, turned around and put the medicine bowl on the flower table.

Just when Tang Miaoyan was overjoyed, Su Yuheng finally compromised and wanted to serve her porridge.

The handsome man didn't get out of bed at all.

"I've drunk millet porridge tonight, too."

He turned to her and said something inexplicably.

「…… Hmm."

What does this have to do with her wanting to drink porridge?

"I'm porridge-flavored too."

Su Yuheng raised his thick black sword eyebrows, and half of the mystery had been announced.

「…… No, Su Yuheng, calm down. I'm talking about eating, not cannibalism...... Hmm......"

Protests were ineffective.

She brought it on herself.

Before Su Yuheng pounced on her, he silently gave her an eight-character comment.

Last night, in order to appease him and prove her innocence, she could pounce on him and bite and gnaw in front of so many people.

But after provoking him to indulge, he instantly fainted in his arms.

The feeling of not being up or down haunted him for a whole day.

It's her turn to repay the debt she owes!

Su Yuheng's kiss lasted until Tang Miaoyan swore in her heart that she would never want to eat porridge again in her life.

And she turned out to be completely fine!

The ridiculously low mainline balance value has not dropped again.

"Whew~ Hurry up and get better! Otherwise, when will you be fined? How long am I going to endure it?"

He leaned on her ear, took a deep breath to adjust his body, and sighed softly helplessly.

"What punishment?"

Tang Miaoyan asked rhetorically.

But when she said this coquettish and weak voice, she heard her own scalp tingle.

It's like, a cat in spring!

"Keep loading!"

Su Yuheng reached into the quilt and pinched her little buttocks hard.

Tang Miaoyan frowned in pain, and before she could open her mouth to cry out for pain, she heard the man's angry and rough voice, reminding her:

"Anything else

The man ran away, this account, do you think it's over? Hurry up and get me well. Let's settle the rest of the account slowly."

Tang Miaoyan's internal injuries, Su Yuheng's careful care and Miao Lone's food therapy, as well as the treatment of the wound medicine exchanged in the mall, finally recovered completely on the seventh day.

During this period, Gonggong Li, who was sealed by the decree, came once.

Fortunately, Tang Miaoyan, with Su Yuheng's support, was still able to get out of bed and kneel down to receive the order.

The court clothes and crown of the lady of the five grades were also delivered after the holy decree.

The dazzling material and embroidery are definitely the best symbol of glorious status.

Tang Miaoyan asked Su Yuheng curiously, didn't he exchange the alcohol formula for his official promotion by two levels?

Then where did she come from?

Su Yuheng's answer was a little vague, but Tang Miaoyan, who knew the plot well, could also analyze the truth.

It was the new emperor who had already found out that the Zhong family had been wronged.

It's just that the holy decree of exterminating the clan was given by the first emperor.

When the son first came to power, he overturned his father's verdict, which was really disloyal and unfilial.

So the new emperor asked Su Yuheng what compensation he wanted.

After all, everyone in the Zhong family has been dead for fifteen years, and he just issued an order, and those people can't survive.

So Su Yuheng asked Tang Miaoyan for the title of Mrs. Decree, and asked the new emperor to promise.

Five years later, after the court was stabilized, the first emperor wanted to show snow for the Zhong family.

This is also Su Yuheng's compensation to Tang Miaoyan!

Compensation given to her with her own background and power.

On the eighth day, Su Yuheng was upgraded to a domineering president again, sat on a rocking chair under the ginkgo tree, and said like an uncle:

"From this day forward, let's make real family rules."

So what Tang Miaoyan said in the past was a ...... Air.

However, at this time, Tang Miaoyan, who knew that he was wrong, couldn't even say a word to refute.

Who calls themselves wrong?

What can I do now?

Bear with me!

"The husband is the wife, which is the first code of conduct that you have to recognize. From now on, I will not sleep, and you will be by your side. I'm eating, and you hand me chopsticks. When I write, you have to stand by and sharpen the ink. It's hot, you're going to fan me to catch mosquitoes. It's cold, and you're going to add charcoal to my clothes."

"Are you sure your wife did the job? That's exactly what a maid should do."

Tang Miaoyan couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand in protest.

Su Yuheng's arrogant and bewitching black eyes glanced at her, and retorted with a sneer:

"If there is concern between husband and wife, you also need to buy a maid to do it for you. Then why don't I just marry a maid?"

「…… Okay."

Tang Miaoyan can't say anything about him, so he honestly admits this article.

Damn, she actually felt that she was being squeezed, and it made sense to be squeezed.

Su Yuheng is really good at brainwashing.

"Su Yuheng, I think there is a song now that is especially suitable for your state of mind. Listen, I'll teach you how to sing!"

Tang Miaoyan waved her hand, really unwilling to stand in the sun and bask in the sun.

Walked quickly to his chair, stood in the shade of a tree, and then sang:

"Turn over the serfs and sing! Put the singing! Hey! Baza Black!"

"Poof!"

Su Yuheng couldn't hold back and laughed directly.

When did this little girl in his family become so lively and interesting?

What kind of dance is that with his hands spread out and his legs deliberately bent into a loop?

This rough action is simply a man of men.

Also turned over serfs to sing?

He saw that she couldn't hold three points of color, so she was going to open a dyeing workshop, right?