Mo Yingyan opened his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were full of exhaustion, and the magnificent Yingyan faded away from blood, leaving only pale and fragile.

He looked at Su Ruotang fixedly, hooked the corners of his lips, "Madame is reluctant to die for her husband." ”

Su Ruotang bent over, his white fingertips fell on his gauze-wrapped wound, and he smiled innocently and harmlessly, and his overflowing voice was light and slow, "Yes, I won't let you die." ”

"I'll let you live, no, like, die!"

The last four words are sweet but full of threat.

When the words fell, she tilted her head and smiled, straightened up and walked to the table, took the pen and paper, and began to prescribe medicine.

"When sinking, take the medicine according to the prescription, three times a day."

Shen Shi answered and pushed the door in.

Seeing the prescription in his hand clearly, his hand shook, almost didn't hold the prescription steady, and looked at his Royal Highness sympathetically.

Looking at the sympathetic gaze when he sank, thinking of the last ten years of Coptis chinensis, Mo Yingyan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"When sinking, read the prescription."

"Don't read it, go grab the medicine."

Almost at the same time as Mo Yingyan's words fell, Su Ruotang's cold tone followed.

Shen Shi's hand trembled, and his desire to survive was extremely strong, "Your Highness, I suddenly have a headache and dazzle, and I can't read clearly, I'll go to the doctor to take a look." ”

The tail note has not yet fallen, and has been replaced by the sound of the door closing.

Su Ruotang sat at the table, holding his cheek with one hand, looking at Mo Yingyan coldly, but his tone was extremely gentle, "Your Highness, I will feed you medicine with my own hands in a while." ”

Shen Shi, who had just closed the door: "......"

The tone of the princess seemed to be Pan Jinlian coaxing Wu Dalang to drink medicine.

I really want to ask His Highness if he is moved.

Mo Yingyan: "......"

After a pause, he asked with a glimmer of hope, "No coptis, right?" ”

Su Ruotang flickered with a smile: "Don't worry, no." ”

It's just that there are stilbene flowers that are more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

When Mo Yingyan heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's good to have no coptis.

He is not afraid of hardship, it is the ten years of coptis chinensis, which is really not drunk by people, which makes him doubt life.

After a while, Shen Shi sent the boiled medicine.

Because he was left behind, Qian Xian transferred everyone else away, and did not send anyone to monitor Mo Yingyan and the others.

Wuyi and the others leaned against the door, looking at the medicine bowl in Shen Shi's hand, he grinned, "All the fresh herbs?" ”

Shen Shi held his breath and looked like a bitter melon, "Senior, is this medicine really okay?" ”

Wuyi silently took two steps back, pinching his nose, with a faint schadenfreude in his eyes, "No problem, I can remove the residual poison left by the short arrow in your Highness's body as soon as possible." ”

It's just a little bitter.

"Go ahead, it's more bitter when it's cold." After Wu Yi finished speaking, he closed the door.

Ember Ming and the others looked at the bowl of pitch-black potion with a deep face, closed the door with a neat movement, and went back to the room to rest.

Shen Shi silently felt sorry for His Royal Highness, and knocked lightly on the door.

"The princess, Your Highness's medicine is ready."

"Come in."

With Shen Shi pushing open the door, the bitter smell of medicine instantly covered up the smell of incense in the house with an extremely arrogant attitude.

Su Ruotang blinked in a daze.

Is stilbene so bitter?

After a pause, she asked Shen Shi, "Is the Qirui flower dried or fresh?" ”

"Fresh."

“...... Who told you to use fresh? ”

Shen Shi: "Wuyi's predecessors said that replacing the medicinal materials with fresh ones will have better medicinal effects. ”

Su Ruotang: "......"

She gloated and glanced at Mo Yingyan.

Fresh herbs are more bitter than dried.

Mo Yingyan's expression cracked, and he looked at the medicine bowl on the table in disbelief, "Madame, is this trying to die a bitter death for a husband, and then go to find a fresh and tender body?" ”

Su Ruotang walked to the window, pushed open the window, and nodded with a smile, "Husband is so smart." ”

Mo Yingyan squinted her eyes, unhurriedly took out the begonia flower red hairpin from under the pillow, and shook it gently.

The man's cold voice, accompanied by the golden bells, was tinged with a chill, "The tender flesh can afford to raise Mrs.?" ”

Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and raised her small chin, "Lin Qinju's daily income is not low. ”

The implication is that I can not only feed myself, but also raise small fresh meat.

Mo Yingyan Junqing's heart sank, and his face was expressionless.

He sat on the head of the bed, and his cold white fingertips randomly flicked the begonia stamens a few times, which made the sound of the golden bell more and more urgent.

Like the cry of a beautiful woman in the dark night.

Knowing his habitual Shen Shi, he knew that this was a sign of His Highness's patience.

Hiss –

He seemed to see His Royal Highness's jet-black black hair gradually turning green.

Green and glowing.

Mo Yingyan's expression on his face was always indifferent and elegant, but Shen Shi could clearly feel that he was more cold than usual.

The temperature in the house is also gradually dropping.

Shen Shi coughed lightly and reminded: "Your Highness, Senior Wuyi said that the medicine is cold...... More bitter. ”

Su Ruotang leaned against the window edge and added slowly, "It's not particularly bitter, it's three times as bitter." ”

Mo Yingyan lifted the futon on his body with his long fingers, and his fingertips casually hooked the loose placket of his clothes, and slowly got up.

Shen Shi hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Your Highness, you should rest in bed more." ”

Mo Yingyan didn't hear it, and walked towards the table with a faint expression.

His black hair was all draped behind him, and his clothes were loosely tied on his body, revealing a messy beauty.

Standing in front of the table, he lowered his eyes to the pitch-black potion in the bowl.

After a while, he pushed away Shen Shi's support, slowly picked up the medicine bowl, and walked towards Su Ruotang.

With the experience of being fed with coptis medicinal juice by him last time, Su Ruotang saw the opportunity very quickly, raised his feet and walked out of the door.

As soon as he took two steps, there was a muffled grunt of pain behind him, followed by the sound of porcelain breaking.

She grinded her teeth and turned slowly.

Mo Yingyan's body was shaky, his face was pale and he covered his wound, and his voice was low, "The wound hurts." ”

Su Ruotang looked at the weakness between his eyebrows and eyes, and faintly felt that there was grievance in his voice.

Grievance?

The dog man deliberately knocked over the medicine bowl, and now he is still pretending to be wronged?

Taking a deep breath, Su Ruotang smiled gently, "It's okay, just boil another bowl." ”

Shen Shi's desire to survive exploded again, lifted the carpet and wrapped the broken bowl, leaving a sentence to quickly close the door and disappear, "The subordinates will go to boil the medicine first." ”

The affairs between the masters and the sons are not something that he can participate in as a small person.

Thirty-six plans, go for the top plan!

Mo Yingyan had slender fingers, hooked the belt around his waist, and just wanted to speak.

Su Ruotang suddenly walked past him quickly, untied his clothes with his white fingers, and went straight to the bed.

Mo Yingyan was defenseless, and his fingers loosened.

The white silk undershirt on his body slipped off in an instant.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and hooked the placket in time to avoid almost being exposed on the spot.

The third princess is in such a hurry?

In broad daylight, he was still wounded......

I'm afraid it's a little overwhelming......