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Chapter 419 Millet pumpkin porridge, do you want to eat it?

Yan Wuge made a silent note in his heart, and hummed lightly on his face: "It's not to my taste."

Shen Junjiu frowned: "My lord should remember what the doctor said before. You have lost your vitality after being poisoned. Not only do you need to rest, but you also need to pay attention to your diet, soup and medicine. How long will it take for your lord to recover if you don't eat?"

Yan Wuge put down the book in his hand: "Are you so anxious that this king will recover so that he can move out?"

Shen Junjiu froze for a moment, and frowned: "I didn't think so."

If the capital is left behind, how can we account for more days and less days?

She just felt that Yan Wuge's focus was a bit strange.

Yan Wuge looked at Shen Junjiu's expression, and saw that she frowned slightly, and her face was a little unhappy, but it really didn't look like she was lying. The unhappiness he had been suppressing in his heart since yesterday felt a little more comfortable.

"This king thinks, you think this king is an eyesore."

Shen Junjiu frowned even tighter: "Why does the prince think so?"

"If I really think you are an eyesore, I won't let you stay here the day you become poisonous, let alone I said that you have helped me and elder brother."

"As long as you don't take the initiative to hurt us, I will remember your favor, and I will try to repay you in the future."

Even though she had counted when Yan Wuge rescued them on Longmu Mountain that day, it was indeed Yan Wuge who saved her elder brother's life.

Although Yan Wuge was a little unhappy, Shen Junjiu only remembered the word kindness, but after all he knew that she didn't hate him. The coldness in his phoenix eyes dissipated a bit, and he explained in a low voice:

"It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I feel uncomfortable in my stomach and can't eat."

This is the second time for Shen Junjiu to hear Yan Wuge say that he has a bad stomach, and seeing that his face is pale and weak, and his brows look a little uncomfortable when his thin lips are lightly pursed, she can't help frowning: "The prince has a stomach problem? "

Yan Wuge hummed softly: "In the early years when he was not valued by the mansion, he was often hungry. Later, in order to save his life when he was in trouble, he ate a lot of what he shouldn't have."

"Dr. Chen has been using soup and medicine for these years, but it doesn't get better."

Listening to his plain words, Shen Junjiu thought of Yan Wuge's life experience, and the fact that he was kicked out of Prince Heng's mansion back then, almost exterminated, and then returned to Beijing to kill everyone in Prince Heng's mansion with his own hands.

Shen Junjiu inexplicably thought of herself in her previous life, and her voice couldn't help softening:

"But the prince still needs to eat something after all, otherwise how can he take care of his body."

"Is there anything the prince wants to eat, I will let the cook in the mansion do it."

Yan Wuge saw Shen Junjiu's expression softened suddenly, and his heart moved inexplicably.

So she actually eats this set?

Yan Wuge lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "No need, this king doesn't want to eat anything, and you don't have to pay attention to Tingbai, he always likes to make his own decisions."

With a sickly face, he said to Shen Jun:

"Go and do your work, I just need to rest for a while."

Ever since Shen Junjiu met Yan Wuge, he has always looked indifferent and reckless like the wolf king in the mountains and forests.

Holding power in his hand, standing aloft, those eyes seemed to never put anyone in his eyes.

But at this moment when he pursed his thin lips lightly, his phoenix eyes drooped, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

He was already handsome, but after losing his indifference, he was like a dog with his ears dropped and his paws retracted, making him a little more pitiful for no reason.

Seeing this, Shen Junjiu rolled her eyes.

No one in this world is pitiful to Bei Wang. Although he is so good-looking, she can't be fooled by beauty, and who hasn't been pitiful?

If she cooks because other people are pitiful, then she might as well be a cook, so...

"Millet pumpkin porridge, do you want to eat?"

　Yan Wuge: Eat, eat, eat!

　　……

　　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)