Tyrant he always wants to hit me

Chapter 463 How about being my Mrs. Tang?
She is sweet.Zhaojun smiled coldly, thinking to himself.He asked casually, "Is your princess asleep?"

"No, our princess has a fever, and the imperial doctor is giving her an injection."

"What?" He was slightly taken aback, thinking, didn't it look good just now?Back on the couch, unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, he walked towards her room, pushed open the door, and saw her leaning on the couch, drinking a bowl of extremely bitter medicine, after taking a sip, her brows frowned .

"Why are you sick?" He asked abruptly, she choked for a moment, coughed twice, and he snatched the medicine bowl away, "Why can't you drink the medicine?" He took a mouthful from a spoon and brought it to her lips , she looked at him directly, looking silly, and looked at him without blinking.

"Open your mouth." He said, and then she opened her mouth and drank the medicine. This time, her brows were not wrinkled, and she was still looking at him, with little stars shining in her eyes.

"I thought that I would never be able to drink the medicine you fed in this life." After drinking, she said.

It was only at this time that Zhaojun came to his senses, why did he feed her just now?Putting the medicine on the servant girl's hand, she frowned and turned to leave.

On the second day, when Zhaojun went back to the mansion, she was not seen under the wintersweet tree in the courtyard, but the honey water was delivered on time. He asked the servant girl and learned that she had not recovered from the cold and was still recuperating in the room. Then, she opened the door and entered her room, just in time to see her vomit out all the medicine, the maid held the spittoon in one hand, and gently patted her back with the other.

"How could you be so sick?" He frowned.

The maid on the side said: "The princess moved her fetus earlier, and the reaction during pregnancy is more serious than ordinary people. If there is a little wind, it is easy to catch wind and cold. In addition, I haven't slept very well these few nights, and I am sick. Naturally, it’s difficult.”

Wei Ying took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped her mouth, wearing a snow-white nightgown today, she looked even paler.

Zhaojun was thoughtful, stood for a while, then turned and left.

"Sigh." The maid beside him sighed, "The son-in-law is really unfeeling, Her Royal Highness is already sick like this, and I don't see him caring." Another maid hurriedly hit her.

Wei Ying lowered her head silently and did not speak.

Afterwards, lunch and dinner were delivered directly to Wei Ying's room, and Zhaojun sat at the table eating alone, feeling a bit deserted.

After winter began, it became cold day after day. Zhaojun put on new winter clothes, and he felt warm after a while.

He went to the courtyard to get some air, but unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes inadvertently, he saw the man and woman from yesterday again, and the two had a private meeting behind the rockery. The man put a jade bracelet on the woman's hand, The woman bit her lips and smiled, her face was full of a shy and happy smile. The moment he met the guard's eyes, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly dragged her away.

He couldn't help shaking his head.

Wei Ying did not forbid the guards and maids in the mansion to fall in love with each other, but the two are still sneaky. Since they are in love, why don't they even have the courage to make it public?If he really loves someone, he can't wait to tell the world, he wants to say to the whole world: "This is my woman."

It was night, Zhaojun was lying on the bed, the charcoal fire in the room was extremely warm, and the newly changed winter quilt was also very comfortable, but for some reason he kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Zhaojun thought about it, and finally decided to take another look at her before going to bed.

When he opened the door, her bed curtain had already been drawn down. Hearing that she was already asleep, he lifted the curtain and looked at her. Her eyes were closed tightly. It was hot, and when she probed into her quilt, she found that her quilt was cold.

From this point of view, the cold air in her body is very heavy, if it can't dissipate, the wind chill will definitely not get better.

"Add some braziers to the room." Zhaojun gave an order, then turned and left, but suddenly heard the person on the couch murmur: "Yanzhao, it's cold, it's so cold."

He opened the curtain and was about to leave, but he heard her say again, "I can't sleep without you, stay here, okay?"

Her eyes were always closed, and he could be sure that she was talking in her sleep.Suddenly remembered what the maid said to him yesterday: "Plus, I haven't slept very well these few nights, so it's hard to get well." He sighed helplessly.

Wei Ying woke up in the middle of the night and saw Zhaojun who was sleeping beside his bed, thought what she saw was a hallucination, pinched herself hard, and looked at his face carefully again.

She stretched out her hand, and under the light, carefully traced the outline of her side face from a distance, watching him suddenly open his eyes and then hastily locked his hands under the quilt, tightly closing his eyes.

However, he was still found.

"Are you awake?" His voice was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of sexiness in his voice. He sat upright against the wall in the middle of the night, only to feel his waist sore and swollen. He straightened his waist and hammered it a few times with his hands.

"Come up and sleep for a while." She looked at him and said.

She thought he would refuse, but unexpectedly he lifted the quilt and lay down. She moved in and hugged him tightly like an octopus after he came in.

Zhaojun agreed because he was sleepy and tired now, and he just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep, but he did exactly what she wanted.

"Can't you be a little more reserved?" He was speechless for a moment.

"I'm afraid you will run away." She smiled in his ear, "It took me a long time to catch you."

But he said coldly: "If you touch me, I will leave immediately."

"I'm so sick, how can I touch you?"

"Then let go of your hands and feet."

"No, you're warm." Wei Ying said, "I'm cold, and I sleep alone, and the quilt can't be warmed up. It's been cold these few nights, and I can't sleep because of the cold."

He said coldly: "Then ask the servant girl to prepare Mrs. Tang for you."

"No matter how good Mrs. Tang is, it won't be as cold as yours." She said softly, "Yan Zhao, from now on, you will be my Mrs. Tang, okay?"

Zhaojun was drowsy, still snorted, and replied: "Wishful thinking."

Although, in the past, they all came here like this...

At this moment, he suddenly realized why she was always sick recently.

The next day, when Wei Ying woke up, he had already gone to court. He was in a very happy mood and felt that his illness had improved a lot. After getting up, he took the scissors to trim the flowers and trees, and waited for him to go home in the courtyard.Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he did not come back.

"Strange, why did it take so long to go up this morning?" Wei Ying wondered in her heart. After an hour later than usual, she finally saw two palace maids helping him back. His face was pale and his head was covered with sweat. Even the road is unsteady.

"Yan Zhao!" Wei Ying yelled, rushed up immediately, and asked the palace man who was supporting him, "What's going on?!"

(End of this chapter)