Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 36 I finally woke up
Reaching out his hand, he took the celadon bowl and spoon from Yin Hong, and fixed the Yin chime in his arms again.

Her back was close to his chest again, and the cold temperature of her body was transmitted to him through her clothes.

The cold body temperature made his fingers trembling while holding the spoon.

He remembered that her temperature had never been so cold.He still remembered that she was warm when she was protecting him that day, except that when she pulled him, he felt the coldness of her palm.

Even though his martial arts are not as high as hers, if her body temperature is like this, then the two of them sleep together every night, how can he not feel the coldness coming from her body?Instead, it feels warm.

How is this going?

Mo Zicheng put the soup on the table, reached out to take the silk handkerchief Feng Yue handed over to wipe her mouth, and asked casually, "Yin Hong, has the prince's body temperature always been like this?"

Feng Yue raised her drooping head and looked at Mo Zicheng's expressionless face in surprise.

Finally found out?
"No! What's wrong?"

Yin Hong took off the wet handkerchief, lowered his head and continued to do his own thing.

"Because it's cold!"

Cold, can you not be cold?Can a person who has perennial cold poison not be cold?It is lucky that he is not dead now.

Feng Yue muttered in her heart.

"Yin Hong doesn't know about this either."

She knew that the prince's temperature was low, but she didn't know why.

Mo Zicheng had a cold face, his phoenix eyes were covered with mist, deep and bottomless.

Helping her to lie down, Mo Zicheng took a few steps back, brushed his fingers across the shoulders of his clothes, and patted them lightly, as if there was some dust.

His eyes were full of disgust, and his slightly frowned brows were full of displeasure, "Yin Hong, where's the medicine?"

I drank the soup too, should I take the medicine?
"There is still some time, Wang Jun..."

While talking, Yin Hong couldn't help but carefully glanced at Mo Zicheng's expression, and found that his expression was getting colder, so he kept silent.

"Oh!"

Immediately, to everyone's surprise, Mo Zicheng walked to the imperial concubine's couch next to the window, lay down, took out the jade flute, and put it to his lips.

A song "The Night Is Cold" came out of his mouth.

One tune, one sound, very much like him.

Aloof and aloof.

His eyes looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the sun is shining brightly, everything looks so comfortable.

The flute sounds so clear and loud in the silent room.

A sound echoed in the room, cold and sad.

The expression on his face was still so cold, very much like his cold temper.

Yin Hong silently changed the wet handkerchief for Yin Qing, looking at her flushed face, he couldn't help feeling worried again.

The prince's high fever this time is fierce!

Yin Hong shook his head in distress, just in time to see Yin Qing's lips slightly opened, and hurriedly lowered his head to listen to what she had to say.

"city……"

Yin Qing, who was exhaling the gossamer, spat out the word weakly, and Yin Hong stood up hastily.

"My lord, you wait, the lord is here!"

After saying that, he hurried to Mo Zicheng where the imperial concubine was on the bed.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

"My lord, my lord, I'm calling you!"

Yin Hong's face was full of worry and anxiety.

Call him?What do you want him to do?
Mo Zicheng frowned slightly, his whole body exuded a coldness that made people retreat three feet away.

It was originally a sunny day, but it made Yinhong's spine uncontrollably shiver.

"Wangjun..."

"understood."

Responding indifferently, Mo Zicheng got off the concubine's couch and walked towards the bed behind the octagonal screen.

Looking at her slightly opened and closed lips, Mo Zicheng lowered his head and put his ears close to her pale lips.

"city……"

The word weak came to his ears, and Mo Zicheng stood there as if he had been electrocuted, and he stood up straight after a while, looking at her with complicated eyes.

Is she calling him?

Heart, missed a beat.

A little irritable, he took a bowl of water and a handkerchief beside him, and moistened her lips.

Yin Hong, who was standing by the side, suddenly felt emotional, "My lord really likes Wang Jun very much! He even calls Wang Jun when he is sick!"

What an infatuation!
Turning his head and seeing Mo Zicheng's cold face, Yin Hong realized that he had spoken out what was on his mind, and was immediately extremely embarrassed.

"is it?"

ah? !What does Wang Jun mean by this?
Yin Hong raised his head in astonishment, looked at Mo Zicheng, and immediately nodded his head hastily.

"Yes Yes!"

Mo Zicheng looked at her coldly again, and Yin Hong hurriedly lowered his head, looking at the ground with a guilty conscience.

Mo Zicheng didn't care about her either, he kept a cold face and didn't say a word.

There was a cold breath in the air, and it was silent.

……

"Oh! Your Majesty, your lord is awake!"

After a long time, Yinhong's voice sounded, interrupting Yuxiao's flute.

Yin Hong looked at the chime on the bed with joy, like a fledgling child, flustered.

Holding the jade flute in his hand, Mo Zicheng's slender figure turned to the bed very quickly, looking at the person on the bed, he even forgot to put the jade flute in his palm into his sleeve,
Yin Qing's eyeballs rolled slightly, trying to open them.Bright light squeezed in through the gaps in the corners of the eyes, Yin Qing squinted her eyes to adapt to the light.

I wanted to move my hands to block the light, but found that my whole body was weak and I didn't want to move at all.

(End of this chapter)