After taking the medicine, Lu Qingtang fell asleep, and it was already the sixth day after waking up again.

She burned even harder.

It's about twenty-nine degrees, and in September weather, she is covered with a thick quilt, covered in sweat, but she always feels cold.

Su Mu was frightened by her state, so he had to go to Mo Zeshen for help.

Mo Zeshen was still on official business in the Yamen, and when he heard that Lu Qingtang was burning badly, he threw away half of the notes he had written, and rode back to the palace quickly.

As soon as he entered the door, he reached out and touched Lu Qingtang's forehead, which was so hot that it made him feel distressed.

He told Sumu to exit the room, then closed every window.

Walking to the bedside, Mo Zeshen woke up Lu Qingtang softly.

Lu Qingtang tried to open his eyes, "Mo Zeshen, didn't you go to the Yamen, you came back before lunchtime, why did you come back?" ”

"I see you're burned, it's evening, and it's going to be dark soon." Mo Zeshen helplessly reached out and scratched her nose.

Lu Qingtang glanced out the window, "I've slept for a day, and my head is sleeping." ”

Every time she moved, her chest and whole body hurt, especially her breasts, as if they had been pricked by needles, and she couldn't help but shake a little.

Seeing her trembling because of the pain, Mo Zeshen really couldn't bear it.

He asked, "Do you want to die like this?" ”

"It's okay, just endure it for a few days, I can bear it." Lu Qingtang closed his eyes and said vaguely in his mouth.

Mo Ze snorted coldly, "I don't know what you're thinking about, but what should have happened between us has happened, and what shouldn't have happened has happened." Could it be that I can't take the initiative to save you, after all, you are the princess and my wife, how can I watch you suffer in vain and do nothing. ”

"It's okay, you're busy." Lu Qingtang turned his face and looked like he couldn't listen.

Mo Zeshen stood up and said coldly to Lu Qingtang: "Okay, then I won't care about you, when you die, I will immediately raise Lu Qingyue as the princess." ”

After speaking, Mo Zeshen got up and walked out.

How is this possible!

Lu Qingyue became a princess, wouldn't her children be unlucky?

After Su Mu's recent observation, although Lu Qingyue did not do anything bad, the soup she made was very good.

First of all, it was appetizing and helped digestion, so that Lu Qingtang could eat openly, and when her milk was sufficient, it would be blocked, making her breastfeeding painful.

This kind of soft grinding and fine bubble torment, but you can't detect it, that kung fu is called a terrible.

Although Lu Qingyue didn't expect that she would suddenly quit milk at this time, which would make the blockage even more serious, this did have part of her credit.

Thinking that he was calculated, and then thinking that the two children would be tortured by Lu Qingyue, Lu Qingtang plucked up his courage.

"Come back!"

Lu Qingtang, who was lying on the bed, called Mo Zeshen, who had just arrived at the door.

Mo Zeshen was just about to stretch out his hand to open the door, but he couldn't help but tremble at this shout.

He withdrew his hand and stepped back to the bed.

Holding back the excitement in his heart, Mo Zeshen said tentatively: "This is what you agree, don't say that I forced you to look back, and don't turn your face and deny people." ”

"Got it, where is so much nonsense, come on!" Lu Qingtang lifted the quilt and closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for capital punishment.

Mo Zeshen sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to untie her clothes, revealing the belly pocket in her underwear.

He could feel Lu Qingtang's body trembling.

"Don't be afraid of Tangtang, I'll be gentle." Mo Zeshen comforted softly.

As he spoke, he untied her belly pocket.

When he saw Lu Qingtang's swollen chest, Mo Zeshen couldn't help but swallow it and subconsciously turned his head.

But thinking that he shouldn't be shy at this time, he should let Lu Qingtang breastfeed as soon as possible, so he turned his face again.

He saw that Lu Qingtang had goosebumps all over his body because of his shyness, "It's okay, it'll be fine soon." ”

Leaning down, Mo Zeshen took it in his mouth and began to breastfeed her with the sucking motion of a baby, while gently stroking it with his hands.

Lu Qingtang was shy and forgot about the pain.

It's over if you endure it, and it's good to endure it a little longer.

Mo Zeshen spit out the milk he had sucked out, and changed to another one to continue the action just now.

Soon, both breasts were kneaded and gradually softened, but Lu Qingtang was covered in cold sweat in pain.

"Are you feeling better?" Mo wiped the sweat from her forehead for her.

Lu Qingtang breathed heavily, his chest kept rising and falling, and he shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little cold." ”

Seeing this, Mo Zeshen hurriedly wrapped her in the quilt, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He seemed to be stimulated by Lu Qingtang's naked half-body, and people began to feel like they.

Lu Qingtang was lying in a comfortable quilt, which was unprecedented compared to the previous few days.

It's still a good feeling, and I won't breastfeed anymore, it's really sinful.

"It's okay, Mo Zeshen, you can go out, let Su Mu come in and serve." Lu Qingtang lowered his eyes and whispered to him.

The reason why he whispered was because he was afraid of provoking Mo and was deeply unhappy, after all, he had just helped himself.

Scolding the cook when you are full is really not very kind.

Sure enough, Mo Zeshen lowered his face, "You're facing backwards when you're done using people, right?" ”

Lu Qingtang's eyes rolled, "How come, I still have a fever, I'm afraid that I will pass on my illness to the prince, isn't this also for your good?" ”

This makes sense, but Mo is powerless to refute it.

"But you can't just drive me away, can you?" Mo Zeshen said, a hand swimming over her shoulder.

Lu Qingtang only felt a chill down his spine, and felt that the pair of warm hands kept groping Lu Qingtang's side face, and Mo Zeshen's eyes were blurred, and even his breathing began to be a little difficult.

Lu Qingtang wanted to cry without tears, and begged: "Then you can't take advantage of people's danger......"

Although she has a deep affection for Moze, it is not enough to have that indescribable relationship.

As a modern woman with independent thoughts, you should say "no" out loud.

Mo Zeshen listened to her words, forcibly suppressed the lust in his eyes, and quickly lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, Lu Qingtang couldn't refuse, and he went crazy.

Feeling his desire that he had nowhere to vent, as well as the strong hormonal breath, Lu Qingtang gradually became obedient, she unconsciously took her arm out of the quilt and hugged his head to calm the restlessness in his heart.

After a long time, Mo Zeshen let go of her, he let go of Lu Qingtang, and said with some frustration: "I know you don't want to, I won't force it, I'll look for you when you are willing." ”

The loss in those eyes made Lu Qingtang feel ashamed, and at the same time a little distressed, but more puzzled.

She is accustomed to seeing the war between men and women on the Internet, and she is also used to seeing the coldness of human nature, and always believes that people look at their faces.

A man, and a man with normal physiology, can he really do it without looking at his face?

"You really don't mind how I look? I sometimes can't stand it myself. Lu Qingtang opened his mouth and asked Mo Zeshen.