Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (22)

  "Your Majesty, please take a look."

  Qi Guanyao turned around, and the blood on his chest turned dark red after drying, which was very abrupt.

  Yue He held a thin piece of paper in her hands, with faint traces of ink showing through the back of the paper.

  Qi Guanyao took it and unfolded it.

  The small characters, like flowing water, are vigorous and powerful, and every stroke is full of elegance.

  It's a prescription.

  Qi Guanyao looked at the familiar font above and did not move for a while.

  "This is the medicine the girl has been drinking these days."

  Yue He reported expressionlessly, thinking about her master's instructions that day.

  Qi Guanyao folded it up again and held it in his hand.

  "I will ask the imperial physician to analyze it."

  Waited for a while.

  "She is in my bedroom. From now on, you will follow her."

  Yue He: "Yes."

  *
  There was a big commotion in the palace, and even Su Qianrou, who lived in a remote place, heard the news.

  She was lucky that His Majesty didn't care about her at the moment, so she had a comfortable two days.

  She asked the palace servants and found out that Ruan Ruan had vomited blood and was carried all the way back to the bedroom by His Majesty.

  Su Qianrou then took the opportunity to inquire about all the details about this "stand-in". After learning that she almost married the Prime Minister and that His Majesty had snatched her back, she nodded repeatedly, but it was unknown how she felt in her heart.

  She thought that the man seemed to be living a good life after replacing her.

  Then why do we have to capture her? It is obvious that the other person can also get these benefits, so it is not a loss.

  Completely forgetting the pain Ruan Ruan felt at the beginning.

  On the other side, Qi Guanyao returned to his bedroom.

  The prescription was sent to the Imperial Hospital on the way back.

  Yue He followed behind him, watching the palace servant respectfully take the thin piece of paper, and glanced at it with her head down.  

  When they arrived at the door of the bedroom, she was left outside and Qi Guanyao walked in alone.

  Ruan Ruan was still wearing the bloodstained moon-white dress, the dark red on the collar was abrupt and eye-catching. Her neck, which had been wiped, was also slightly red again.

  At this moment she was sitting with her arms folded in front of her.

  Hearing the voice, he looked over with hazy eyes, as if filled with mist. His usually bright eyes lost their life, and his face was flushed with an unusual blush.

  Qi Guanyao sat down beside her, half-armed her shoulders with his left hand and placed his other hand on her forehead.

  The tentacles were scorching hot.

  The dry big palm was pressed against the junction of the chin and neck, and the temperature was equally hot.

  Qi Guanyao frowned and helped her lie down slowly.

  "Someone come!!"

  ...

  The old doctor who had just received the prescription came hurried over again.

  After taking the patient's pulse again, he wrote out a prescription and quickly handed it to the people below to make the medicine.

  A bowl of thick medicine was quickly brought up, and Qi Guanyao took it, ready to feed her himself.

  At this time, Ruan Ruan had begun to tremble. Her whole body was shaking slightly and she kept muttering something.

  Qi Guanyao put his ear close to it, and the faint breath swept across his earlobe, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. It took him a long time to distinguish it.

  ——It's cold, she's complaining.

  Qi Guanyao casually stirred the medicine in the bowl, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Ruan Ruan's mouth.

  When she was not conscious, Ruan Ruan subconsciously rejected the bitter medicine.

  The tip of the spoon pushed open her lips, but couldn't open her clenched teeth.

  Qi Guanyao tilted his hand holding the spoon handle slightly, and the brown medicine flowed down his chin into his neck. The white and tender skin was still slightly red from the previous stain on his clothes, and the red and brown were intertwined.

  He picked up the handkerchief and wiped it, with a look of anxiety on his face.

  Yue He, who was standing at the side, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you let this servant give it a try?"

  (End of this chapter)