Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 668 The mood seems not so bad

She took the small porcelain bottle handed over by the woman.

Walking to the bed, Shen Qianqiao was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, she covered her mouth and yawned.

Looking at the man on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, she didn't think much, sat down, uncorked the bottle, and took a sip.

She bent down, her black hair slid down her shoulders, and swept directly onto the man's face.

Scratching again and again, it was like a feather touching his heart.

Feeling the faint smell that belongs to her alone.

Xiahou Qing's eyelids moved, but he didn't open them.

When those two soft petals closed his mouth, he only felt that the whole person was in a dream.

The warm and cool concoction passed from her mouth to his mouth little by little.

He swallowed it all down, and felt that the bitter taste was not so unbearable anymore.

Just is it really her?Didn't she always want him to die?How could he be given medicine, even in this way?

Xia Houqing was very confused, but with the sweetness in his throat, his body was a little hot.

Shen Qianqiao was in a daze at this moment, and did not notice the man's reaction. After she finished feeding, she stood up and put the bottle on the table.

Only then did the man open his eyes, and his dark pupils flashed a trace of complexity, watching her walk out of the room.

The woman sneered lowly.

"I don't know how you can make a duck with a beak fly into someone's arms."

When Ding Er heard this, he was afraid that his master would be in a bad mood, so he hurriedly said: "Miss Shen has given you medicine for the past few days."

She gave him medicine?Mouth to mouth like just now?
Xia Houqing's eyes flashed an undercurrent, and his mood didn't seem so bad anymore.

The sound of pattering rain accompanied by the woman's weeping made the night look desolate and desolate.

Ding Liu stood at the window, his eyes slightly gloomy.

"The concubine has already handed over the sign, and the imperial doctor will come tomorrow morning, and he will definitely be able to heal the concubine's hand."

Magpie's eyes turned red anxiously, but he couldn't help it. When he raised his head and touched the figure at the window, he was slightly stunned.

"Shi Zifei, it's Ding Liu."

Fang Yanran heard this, quickly stopped the sound, sat up and wiped her eyes.

Ding Liu came in through the window.

"Slaves go to the door to guard."

The magpie opened the curtain and went out.

Quiet in the house.

Fang Yanran took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her eyes, her voice was still crying: "Are you here to see my joke?"

Ding Liu's throat was dry, and he said with difficulty: "How is the hand of the imperial concubine?"

Fang Yanran looked at the wrist that was unable to exert any strength, tears welled up in her eyes again, she laughed at herself and said, "Do I deserve what I did?"

Ding Liu's face was tense, "Don't say that, Princess Concubine."

"That night you clearly said that he had already eaten dinner, but why didn't he respond at all?" Fang Yanran said with resentment.

Ding Liu said in a low voice: "My son has deep inner strength."

Fang Yanran turned her face to look at him, and smiled quietly: "You mean he won't touch me even after taking that kind of medicine?"

She laughed and cried, tears streaming down her mouth, her throat full of bitterness.

Ding Liuxin couldn't bear it, but he underestimated his master's endurance.

"That night he ran out in a panic, presumably because of the drug effect. Do you think he found another woman to relieve him?"

Fang Yanran bit her lips tightly, and the figure of the man running away that night appeared in her mind. Nothing is more embarrassing than her husband would rather find other women to relieve him than touch himself.

"Who do you think he will find?"

Ding Liu didn't speak.

"Is it Shen Qianqiao?"

(End of this chapter)