As soon as the small half spoonful of medicine was fed into Xiao Yingche's mouth, his brows suddenly tightened.

In the next second, the thin body was enough to go out of the couch and spit out the medicinal juice, even the small half bowl of porridge that he ate for dinner.

"Brother Che!" Feng Wuxi held him and reached out to gently massage the acupuncture points on his abdomen.

The violent vomiting stimulated the heart to beat wildly, the black fog in front of him was thick, and the body was so soft that he couldn't exert any strength.

It took a while for Xiao Yingche to stop vomiting.

The white eyes were dyed with a physiological flush, and the face was pale and bloodless.

Feng Wuxi was extremely distressed, and she couldn't wait to cut Mo Feng with a thousand knives.

"Gu Yu, send another prescription to Mo Lianyan."

Feng Wuxi didn't sleep all night, Xiao Yingche's body temperature went back and forth, and she was also groggy, she was worried all night, and she wiped her body, changed the dressing, and fed the water in person.

It was just around dawn that his body temperature dropped a little.

At this time, she sat at the table, absentmindedly drinking porridge.

"Your Highness, Mo Lianyan took the medicine last night, and the skin and flesh on his body peeled off layer by layer, and under the effect of the Soul Breaking Pill, it slowly grew."

"This night, the Marquis of Ninglang's mansion was full of Mo Lianyan's screams."

Hearing Gu Yu's words, Feng Wuxi slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl.

The bright and beautiful face is blurred in the halo of the morning light, and the chill in the cold voice is cooler than the cold mist.

"Release the evidence of Mu Yan's embezzlement of disaster silver, and tell Mo Feng that Mo Lianyan is unwell, and this palace understands that he only has this one son, and specially allows him not to go to court before Mo Lianyan recovers."

"This morning, I'm exempt."

Gu Yu respectfully responded and left quickly.

His Royal Highness's move is undoubtedly a direct tear with the Marquis of Ninglang's Mansion.

But she felt extremely happy.

Drinking the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, Feng Wuxi took the warm bird's nest porridge next to him and returned to the inner hall of the front hall.

"Brother Che, drink some porridge ......" Squatting in front of the bed, Feng Wuxi gently wiped the cold sweat from Xiao Yingche's forehead, and whispered softly.

Seeing that Xiao Yingche didn't react, she continued to whisper impatiently, "Brother Che......"

After a while, Xiao Ying's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Brother Che, wake up slowly, we are not in a hurry." Feng Wuxi gently helped him to get up, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his heart, and the bright fox eyes were full of pity and worry.

Xiao Yingche leaned on her arms, relieved the dizziness in front of her, and a light smile hooked up at the corner of her pale mouth, "I'm worried about you." ”

Feng Wuxi gave him a light kiss at the corner of his mouth and sighed lightly, "Brother Che hurry up and get better, I won't be worried." ”

As she spoke, she took the small spoon in Li Quan's hand and blew it to his lips.

Xiao Yingche really didn't have an appetite, just because she didn't want Feng Wuxi to worry, so she reluctantly drank it.

However, after a few sips, his face changed a little, pushed away the porridge that Feng Wuxi fed again, leaned down and retched.

His heart was stimulated and he tightened, his eyes were dark, and cold sweat instantly soaked his underwear.

Feng Wuxi put the spoon down, took a silver needle and pierced it in his tiger's mouth, and used a trace of internal strength to help him rub his heart.

After the palpitations, Xiao Ying's pale fingertips had a faint light purple, and her spirit deteriorated.

He reluctantly raised his hand to cover Feng Wuxi's hand, gasping and saying with difficulty: "I'm fine." ”

In just three words, all his strength was exhausted.

Feng Wuxi took the soft pillow, cushioned it behind him, helped him lean on the soft pillow, and brushed the hair on his sideburns distressedly, "Brother Che, you get better quickly, you promised to accompany me on my birthday." ”

Xiao Yingche pinched her palm and responded almost inaudibly.

On her sixteenth birthday, he thought that the gift in his hand would not have a chance to be given.