Mr. Lu's family's act of being a demon

Chapter 413 Don't Want To Marry The Prince
Open the first curtain and move forward, another curtain, and then another curtain.

All the way to the innermost is the main bedroom.

Into the nose is a touch of sandalwood.

A big dragon collapsed directly in front of the line of sight, and the golden curtain hung down, blocking everything inside.

On the open memorial on the chopping board next to it, the vermilion pen and ink are still wet, and the cup of tea is still steaming from the residual heat and has not yet cooled completely.

Uncle Huang just lay down for a while?
Jing Yiren subconsciously walked towards Longta step by step.

Little hands gently and slowly opened the curtain.

It was Uncle Huang lying on the bed.

His eyes were closed quietly, his brows were furrowed, his face was flushed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was heavy sweat on his forehead.

The extraordinary pain appeared on his handsome face.

Even breathing is hot and heavy.

Nervously, Jing Yiren quickly hung the curtain on the golden hook.

Then he stretched out his little hand and touched the emperor's face.

It was so hot that her little hand shrank suddenly.

What's going on here?
Jing Yiren hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Uncle Huang's forehead.

It's just that she hasn't touched Uncle Huang's forehead yet.

Uncle Huang opened his eyes suddenly, and the moment he saw her, he seemed to see a ghost.

He suddenly growled at her, "Get out!"

"..." Jing Yiren's shoulders shook in fright, and he took a step back.

It's not that Uncle Huang never murdered her, but he never did so without reason and told her to go away.

As if she was a disgusting person.

Jing Yiren bit her lower lip aggrievedly, and stood there motionless in a daze.

"Get out! Do you hear me? Get out!"

Uncle Huang struggled to get up from the bed, and the quilt slipped off her body.

He had no clothes on, and the sweat was all over his smooth skin, sliding from his tight neck to his chest.

The long hair was scattered randomly.

There was such pain on his handsome and beautiful face.

Following him, his arm supporting the edge of the bed became weak, and his body suddenly sank, almost falling off the bed.

Jing Yiren instinctively stepped forward and hugged his arm, supporting him.

After a second, his eyes shrank suddenly, as if he had made a difficult decision, he ruthlessly pushed her away.

"Get out!"

Jing Yiren was pushed to sit on the ground.It hurts to fall.

His red eyes fixedly stared at Uncle Huang.

Uncle Huang was nice to her yesterday, but today he is so fierce.

Is it so fierce to be sick?

She also kindly cared about Uncle Huang's fault?

Thinking about Jing Yiren felt more aggrieved.

Getting up from the ground, she retorted: "I won't go out, I made a bet with Prince Xiaojin, if she finds me, I will marry him, and I won't go out!"

"..." The emperor, who was half leaning on the bed, seemed to be annoyed by her words.

She didn't know where she had provoked Uncle Huang.

She knew that Uncle Huang might not be feeling well when he was sick, but she felt wronged for losing his temper for no reason.

But he also thought about the kindness that Uncle Huang usually treats her.

Jing Yiren said softly: "Uncle Huang! I know you are sick and have a bad temper. Don't drive me away. I don't want to be found by Prince Xiaojin, or I will marry him. Let me take care of you here If you are thirsty, I will pour you water, if you are hungry, I will feed you, and I promise not to disturb your rest!"

"..." The emperor stared at her for a long time while propping himself up on the bed.

A hoarse voice said lightly: "Come here!"

"..." Jing Yiren moved towards the bed step by step and stood still.

"You don't want to marry Prince Xiaojin?"

(End of this chapter)