After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Chapter 18 Wen Mo
When Yan Qi woke up, he was facing a smiling face.

"Are you awake? Little Fairy!"

Yan Qi's pupils shrank, and the blurred three souls and seven souls instantly returned to consciousness. She subconsciously wanted to get up, but unexpectedly affected the wound on her chest.

"Ugh!" Yan Qi gasped in pain.

"Hey, why are you moving around? Don't tear the wound that has finally stopped bleeding!"

The boy's pretty eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled in disapproval, and he was nervous to check her injury.

"What are you doing!" Yan Qi clutched his chest violently, and his voice changed in haste.

The young man blinked his eyelashes in a daze and asked in confusion: "I'll check your injury, otherwise, what else can I do?"

Yan Qi looked at the young man defensively: "Did you bandage my wound?"

The young man looked around and told Yan Qi with his eyes that she asked another stupid question: "Is there a third person here besides you and me?"

Yan Qi was speechless.

She just asked him if she didn't know!

There is an acre of land here, who knows if there are other people outside.

However, what he said was an indirect answer to Yan Qi's question. Anyway, there was no gender in the eyes of doctors, so Yan Qi was not embarrassed at all.

She couldn't help but look around, the furnishings as far as she could see were simple, but the atmosphere of life was very strong, and there were a few blooming epiphyllum flowers on the table, bringing a little aura to the space.

and many more!

Epiphyllum?

Yan Qi stared at the flowers on the table without blinking.

How can epiphyllum, which only blooms in summer, appear in cold winter?

No, epiphyllum only blooms for a moment, but why can the flowers in the bottle bloom all the time?
"Do you like flowers?" The teenager who had been looking at her noticed her gaze and followed her gaze.

Yan Qi didn't answer.

"Then you have come to the right place. There are not many other things here, but there are many flowers and plants."

In the eyes of the young man, Yan Qi's silence was tacit consent. At this moment, he introduced the wonderful things here to her as if he were showing off his own possessions.

"In my house, I change the pattern and insert the vase every day, and I don't bring the same kind."

The young man approached Yan Qi mysteriously, and whispered, "There is no other place."

Yan Qi was happy.

What a wonderful person.

"What are you laughing at? Don't you believe me?" Seeing the smile on Yan Qi's face, the young man was unhappy.

If he didn't understand that she was seriously injured, he might have asked her to sneak out to see the stunning scenery here for himself.

After a while, he approached Yan Qi cheerfully: "You look so pretty when you smile, like a fairy."

Yan Qi pulled the distance away calmly, and said with a smile: "There are no fairies in the world."

But it's all a myth.

Her situation is a monster, not a god.

"But didn't you just fall from the sky?" the young man whispered.

He passed by the bottom of the cliff while gathering herbs, when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air above his head, he looked up and was startled.

The girl's long hair fluttered in the wind, and her pure white clothes fluttered and danced. She seemed to be one with the world like a fairy or a spirit. Her delicate face was as fat as fat, her closed eyebrows looked like paintings, and her moderately thick lips were exquisitely beautiful. .

Unfortunately, a big hole was opened in the chest.

If it's simple and only has this one hole, it's not too difficult.

This girl's body is still sick.

It took him a lot of effort to drag him back from the gate of hell.

Even though the young man made a low voice, Yan Qi still heard it.

How could she have fallen from the sky? She was beaten down by someone.

Forget it, my chest hurts just thinking about it.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Yan Qi changed the subject and asked what he cared about the most.

"No more, no less, five days." The boy stretched out his palm, very casually.

"Five days?!" Yan Qi was startled, she thought only one day had passed.

There is no time in a coma, and when you wake up, the world will be turned upside down.

The winter hunting lasted for three days, and the winner was determined to win the lottery of His Majesty the Emperor. On the fourth day, he broke camp and returned to the palace.

But now, five days have passed.I don't know what happened to the father, the mother, and the elder brother Yue Jue.

Yue Huan disappeared, they must be in a hurry.

And... Jiang Qi.

Has he already escaped from Yuezhi?

"How long do you think?" The young man looked at Yan Qi in amazement, with a somewhat ignorant expression on her face, "With your dilapidated body, it is not easy to save a life. Just five days. Just be content with it!"

Yan Qi's contemplation was interrupted by the startled young man, she shook her head and discarded all distracting thoughts, came back to her senses and looked at the young man with a smile:

"Little girl, I would like to thank the young master for saving my life. There is no way to repay such a great kindness. Can I ask my benefactor to give me another bowl of millet porridge?"

Five days, five full days.

She hadn't had any water or rice, and she was so hungry that she was exhausted, which was not conducive to the recovery of the wound.

The young man paused, why do these words sound weird?
Nothing to report, simply do not report!
Is that what you mean?

Not only did they not report it, but they also blackmailed him.

"I'm hungry."

With the shamelessness of the first time, the second time will not be so sinful.

Yan Qi was already confident.

If she comes, she will be safe, she was picked up by him, so she should be responsible, right?
At worst, after she recovers from her injury, she will do odd jobs for him to repay the debt!
"Wait."

The boy looked at her sickly body, and didn't care too much about it. As for the millet porridge, he had already prepared it.

Probably if she wakes up, she will definitely be hungry.

The boy brought white rice porridge, and Yan Qi was about to reach out to take it, but the wound on his chest was torn apart again.

"You are really restless." The young man looked at Yan Qi with disgust and rambling:

"You are also a fortune-teller, and you were just a hair's breadth away from being stabbed through your heart. If it wasn't for me, you would have died long ago."

"In order not to let my hard work be in vain, you'd better be honest!"

The young man didn't seem to have served others very much, his movements were unfamiliar and hectic, but luckily, practice makes perfect, and he gradually improved.

Yan Qi was enjoying the feeding, and his stomach, which was singing "Kongcheng Ji", finally got a little bit of comfort, and he had more energy to focus on the young man in front of him.

"Dare to ask benefactor, what is your name?"

The young man scooped up another spoonful of rice porridge and fed it to Yan Qi, the smile on his face instantly expanded infinitely: "I'm just waiting for you to ask, isn't it hard to endure this for a long time?"

Yan Qi: ...

Not to mention hard work, but it is not convenient.

Since she was sent under his roof, she couldn't call him like that when ordering him, right?

"It's not hard. If the benefactor is inconvenient, you don't need to tell me. It is also feasible for me to call him benefactor in the future."

She choked on the boy's words that came out of his throat.

Also too bad.

How could he fail to see that she did it on purpose.

Yan Qi pretended not to see his depressed appearance, and was a little curious about how long he had been here before he developed such a nagging temperament.

really.

Seeing her, the boy really stopped asking and introduced himself:

"My name is Wen Mo."

Wen Mo? !
Yan Qi was a little startled, was it the Wen Mo she knew?
The Second Prince of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Master Wuxian!
The heroine's ultimate licking dog, uh, a caring and warm man!

His playing time hasn't come yet, why is he on the map board so early?

Yan Qi was a little uncertain for a moment, whether the person in front of her was who she thought she was.

Is that kind of person really this young man like a little sun in front of him?
"Then who are you?"

(End of this chapter)