Mo Shang is young

37. Is good medicine bitter?

Luo Yingying was a little puzzled, whether the prince was shy or for some other reason.That day when he went back to the room in the rain, he was very wet, but the prince wanted to go back to the study, even though Li'er had already poured the hot water, he still insisted on going back to take a bath, what kind of eccentricity is this person.

The next day, Han Zixing "lived up to expectations" and developed a high fever, and Bingze was tossed up early in the morning to boil medicine.

Bingze rubbed his sleepy eyes, fanned the fire on the stove one after another with a cattail fan in his hand, yawned and looked at the medicine pot, this prince is really good, he knows what virtue he has when he has a fever, he doesn't Take care of your body.

"Master is sick?" The familiar voice was Lengshuang.

"Yeah, my lord braved the heavy rain yesterday to send the little princess back to her room, and then back to her study. It's no wonder she didn't get sick!" Bingze yawned lazily, looked at the eye drops, and continued to fan the flames.

"Well, it's been hard enough." Leng Shuang sighed softly.

"Well, it's really difficult to hide the truth from the little princess." Bingze's outspokenness without exception attracted Lengshuang's eyes.

"Be careful what you say, is the medicine ready?" There was resentment in the cold tone.

"Oh, it's almost over." Seeing Bingze frantically being scalded by the medicine pot and grinning, Lengshuang smiled in a rare good mood:

"You're still so fussy, let me do it!" As he said, he took the medicine jar from Bingze, bent down and carefully poured the boiled medicine juice into the bowl.

"Well, well, send it to the master!" Lengshuang took the medicine bowl and handed it to Bingze, but the man stared at him blankly, his eyes crossed, and he was relatively speechless.

"Sister Lengshuang, you haven't talked to me for a long time, did I do something wrong to make you angry?" Bingze was a little wronged, and his timid appearance reminded Lengshuang of the past when the two of them learned their skills from their master when they were young.Leng Shuang smiled bitterly in her heart, what did you do wrong, even if you did something wrong, I can't bear to blame it!

"No, it's just that there are a lot of things recently, and I'm just upset." Leng Shuang withdrew her gaze and turned her head away, "If you don't send it to the master, the medicine will be cold."

"Sister Lengshuang...you take good care of yourself and lost weight again." Bingze's cautious tone made Lengshuang's heart tighten, and she gritted her teeth secretly, as if she was holding back something.

Seeing her appearance, Bingze was afraid that he would make Lengshuang unhappy if he stayed any longer, so he quickly picked up the medicine bowl and left.

Lengshuang looked at her back indifferently as she walked away, without any expression on her face, but she was afraid that the long nails had already penetrated into the flesh.

"I've seen the little princess." Bingze, who was holding a medicine bowl, met Luo Yingying head-on.

"You don't need to be too polite, Bingze. Is the prince sick?" Seeing the medicine bowl, Luo Yingying asked involuntarily.

"Uh, the prince was caught in the rain yesterday and developed a high fever, and he is lying in the guest room now!"

Hearing that Han Zixing was lying in the guest room, Luo Yingying felt really uncomfortable. The prince chose to stay in the guest room even when he was sick. What kind of thought did he have?

"Little princess?" Seeing Luo Yingying lost in thought, Bingze couldn't help reminding her.

"Oh, take me to see the prince."

"Yes, you just come with me." Bingze was a little happy in his heart. Those of them who followed the prince all the year round knew that what the prince hates most is taking medicine. With Yingying present, he didn't need to "coax" the prince to drink the medicine.

Both of them wanted to step over the long corridor. Bingze wanted to hand over this "heavy burden" to Luo Yingying earlier, while Luo Yingying was out of worry.

"Little princess, my lord doesn't like to drink medicine, so I'll give you the medicine bowl! You have to watch her finish it!" When she came to the door of a guest room, Bingze unceremoniously threw this arduous task to her. After touching Luo Yingying, she made a face and ran away.

Luo Yingying had no choice but to take this weird Bingze, so she knocked on the door resignedly with a medicine bowl in her hand.

"Come in." Han Zixing's voice sounded very weak.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Han Zixing smelled a strong smell of medicine, and couldn't help frowning:

"Bingze, do you want to drink medicine again? I just have a fever, cough cough." Before he finished speaking, Han Zixing coughed.

"My lord, it's me." Luo Yingying laughed secretly in her heart, as expected, her lord is a person who doesn't like to drink medicine very much.

"Where's Bingze?" Han Zixing opened the curtain and sat up with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"She handed me the medicine bowl and left." Luo Yingying was very calm.

"Oh, then you can put the medicine bowl on the table, and I will drink it later." Han Zixing frowned, probably because of the fever, his face was pale.

"But Bingze said, the lord doesn't like to drink medicine, let Yingying watch you drink it." Seeing Han Zixing's haggard face, Luo Yingying was very distressed, but seeing her bitter and vengeful appearance made her feel sad again. I feel like slacking off on her.

"Bingze has always been naughty, just let it go." Han Zixing was a little anxious. Drinking medicine has always been a huge difficulty for her, let alone having others watch her drink it.

"At first Yingying didn't believe it! Now it seems that the prince is really afraid of this small bowl of medicine." Luo Yingying laughed lightly.

Han Zixing's pale face turned red in an instant, and he couldn't help coughing again and again, his chest was a little out of breath.

Seeing this, Luo Yingying stopped laughing with her, her concern was beyond words, she quickly put down the soup and walked over quickly to give Han Zixing some comfort, the prince who was about to fall ill on the bed was even more embarrassed.

"It's all Yingying's fault." Luo Yingying lowered her head, hiding her expression, her voice was very low, she didn't know whether she was talking about cough or illness.

Han Zixing's chest felt tight, seeing Luo Yingying's tangled appearance, he couldn't bear it, and said lightly:

"I'm fine, it's just a minor illness." After finishing speaking, he coughed again in an extremely uncooperative manner.

"My lord coughed like this, and he still said it's okay." His voice was choked with sobs.

"Hey, I'm really fine, you don't need to blame yourself." Han Zixing had a headache and cried whenever he wanted to.Seeing that Luo Yingying still looked guilty, Han Zixing couldn't think of any other way to persuade this person. Looking around, he saw the steaming bowl of soup on the table, and gritted his teeth:

"You should give the medicine to me first! It should be cold in a while."

Luo Yingying didn't really cry at this moment, she hurried over to fetch the soup and handed it to Han Zixing.

After taking a sip, Han Zixing's brows were wrinkled, and the hand holding the soup trembled, the medicine was really bitter.Taking a peek at Luo Yingying, this person was concentrating on watching her take the medicine, so Han Zixing had to bite the bullet and take another sip, but it was still bitter and he couldn't take it anymore.

"You put it back first, the king will rest for a while before drinking." It was a joke.

Looking at Han Zixing's expression, Luo Yingying knew how afraid the prince was of taking the medicine. She took the medicine from Han Zixing's hand and walked out of the guest room without further ado.

Han Zixing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is said that people with excellent physique will have more severe symptoms than ordinary people when they get sick.This point, Han Zixing has a deep understanding. At this moment, he has a terrible headache, and his chest is still uncomfortable, so he lay down and fell asleep without hesitation.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the door opened again with a creak, Han Zixing managed to open his sleepy eyes, and Luo Yingying came back with a bowl of medicine and porridge.

"My lord, Yingying just went to ask Bingze that this medicine can be eaten with white fungus and lotus seed porridge. Yingying put more rock sugar in the porridge. After drinking the medicine later, it can relieve the bitter taste." Luo Yingying's voice It is very gentle, but light, and does not make people feel that there is suspicion of flattery.

Putting the tray in her hand on the stool beside the bed, Luo Yingying put a pillow on Han Zixing and sat up.But seeing that Han Zixing was just looking at her face thinking about something, he hurried back to bring the medicine bowl to cover up his shyness.

"My lord, drink it first." Looking at Han Zixing's exhausted appearance, Luo Yingying carefully took the medicine bowl, scooped up a tablespoon, blew on it, and brought it to Han Zixing's mouth.

When the spoon touched his dry lips, Han Zixing's mind went blank, so he opened his mouth cooperatively and swallowed it. It was so painful.

Seeing Han Zixing's expression, Luo Yingying quickly picked up the lotus seed porridge again, and also carefully fed Han Zixing a spoonful, and the man's expression eased.

Just a mouthful of medicine and a mouthful of porridge, it was the first time for Han Zixing to take medicine so happily, but from the beginning to the end, her eyes never left Luo Yingying's face.

"What is the prince looking at?" Luo Yingying, who had packed up the empty bowl, couldn't help asking, seeing that Han Zixing was still staring at her.

"Next time, don't go to the kitchen yourself, your face is covered with dust." Han Zixing said lightly, then turned his head away from looking at Luo Yingying.

So it is!The reason why the prince stared at him from the beginning to the end was because of the ashes on his face.Luo Yingying hurried to the vanity mirror, and sure enough there was a small mark on her right cheek.Quickly wiped it away with a silk handkerchief, and looked back at Han Zixing, she was already lying down and ready to sleep.

Luo Yingying sighed helplessly, took the tray with an empty bowl and left silently, Han Zixing who was on the bed suddenly opened his eyes again, smiled, and felt warm in his chest, this person is becoming more and more like a wife , her wife.

Suddenly, as if startled by his own thoughts, Han Zixing quickly closed his eyes again, trying to fall asleep to get rid of these absent thoughts.But the more she wants to sleep, the harder it is to fall asleep. Her mind is filled with the scene of the man feeding her medicine one mouthful at a time. She doesn't like medicine, and she has been like this since she was a child.The first time I recalled drinking medicine was also because I caught a cold in the rain and developed a high fever. It happened that Concubine Ming was going on a southern tour with the emperor at that time.Because Han Muyu ordered that no one should approach her bedroom without authorization, and no one could enter her bedroom at will. The imperial doctor made the medicine and delivered it to the door of the bedroom, and she took it and drank it herself.From then on, she had a deep aversion to the bitter medicine and the empty bedroom.

But today, the bowl of medicine is sweet after drinking, maybe the bowl of lotus seed porridge has played a role.

Han Zixing was afraid that he would think wildly again, so he tried to force himself to think about other things. Tong Shi's words popped out again, followed by Zhong Susu's words, Hong Xueqing's stubborn expression, and many people. Finally, he was extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say: I will do experiments in the afternoon, orz^Okay, pack up and go to the laboratory