Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 925 Not Perfect
Early in the morning, Mo Xiaowan lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw Yuan Zhen and Liang Yi lying on the ground, covered with a quilt.

A good couch is not crowded, why is it crooked and upside down?

Mo Xiaowan smelled the familiar fragrance of snow lotus in the carriage, and knew it was the third brother's masterpiece.

Fortunately, this man still had a conscience and knew to throw a quilt over Yuan Zhen and Liang Yi, otherwise Jiu'er would recover and there would be two sick patients to take care of.

She touched Jiu'er's forehead first, and the fever subsided. It seems that the third brother took good care of Jiu'er last night.

"Liangyi, Yuanzhen, wake up!"

After confirming that Jiu'er was safe, she knelt down and pushed Yuan Zhen and Liang Yi.

Yuan Zhen woke up first amidst the shaking, saw Mo Xiaowan's face, woke up from the daze, and sat up at once.

"Sister Wan'er, oops, it's not good, why did I fall asleep?"

She rushed to Jiu'er's side, touched her forehead, let out a long breath, and looked happy.

"Lianyi and I were too sleepy, we both fell asleep, and the princess' fever subsided."

"It's so noisy!"

Liang Yi was awakened by Yuan Zhen's exclamation, and when she heard that the princess's fever subsided, she opened her eyes wide: "Really?"

The two of them couldn't figure it out, why one accidentally fell asleep and fell asleep?

After waking up, Princess Jiu recovered from her illness.

Mo Xiaowan just smiled and said nothing.

After watching Jiu'er got out of the carriage and walked halfway, she was stopped by a tall guard.

"Miss Feng'er, this is for the Ninth Princess."

When Mo Xiaowan heard the voice, he felt as if struck by lightning. Looking at his face half covered by the armor, wasn't his third brother pretending to be it?

Haha!

So, with a snickering smile, he took the casserole and turned back to Jiu'er's carriage again.

Jiu'er had already woken up at this time. After burning for a day and a night, his body was very weak, and he was supported by Yuan Zhen and Liang Yi to get up.

"smell good!"

He recovered from a serious illness and was very hungry.

Even though the casserole was tightly covered and Jiu'er had a good nose, she could still smell the heat from the small hole, giving off a scent of rice.

With bright eyes, she asked, "Little Aunt Huang, what is it?"

Mo Xiaowan didn't know either, she put the casserole on the table and lifted the lid.

Porridge!
It is suitable for recovering from a serious illness.

I didn't expect that arrogant man to have such a careful side.

It seemed that Jiu'er was quite discerning in entrusting herself to him.

Mo Xiaowan muttered, "You're quite careful!"

Jiu'er was at a loss: "What is Little Huang's aunt talking about? But white rice porridge?"

"White rice porridge, yes, white rice porridge."

Mo Xiaowan scooped up a bowl by himself and brought it to Jiu'er.

For the sake of his third brother's love for the girl who warmed the bed, for the first time in his life, Mo Xiaowan took a spoonful of porridge and blew it warm.

"Hey, open your mouth."

"Little Aunt Huang, you are too kind to Jiu'er."

Jiu'er suddenly wanted to shed tears. If it wasn't for Aunt Xiaohuang, she wouldn't have met the third son; if it wasn't for Aunt Xiaohuang, the third son would not have wanted her.

She is not perfect, so this marriage is doomed to end in failure.

Thinking of the darkened face of the father in Changchun Palace, Jiu'er was in an inexplicably good mood.

Now that Mo Xiaowan scooped up the porridge to feed her, Jiu'er was so moved that his eyes drooped.

So moved?
Mo Xiaowan was dumbfounded.

Although Jiu'er looks like a little hedgehog from time to time, with thorns all over his body ready to pierce people at any time, but his heart is so soft and easy to satisfy.

No wonder the third brother is as arrogant as he can't help being nice to his bed warming girl.

(End of this chapter)