Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 161
The emperor and his party left the other courtyard, and the whole courtyard was quite clean.

Jiang Yuwan felt hot at night, her pale face was flushed by the heat, and she frowned aggrievedly in her sleep.

Jingyue hadn't slept all day and all night, and had already been persuaded by Qi Chuan to go to rest. As soon as she touched the bed, she fell into a deep sleep exhausted.

Qi Chuan hurriedly asked the little table to invite the imperial physician, and stood by Jiang Yuwan's bedside, looking at her distressed and anxiously, seeing that her hair was slightly damp, he stretched out his slender fingers to smooth it out for her.

Jiang Yuwan was in a daze, feeling something cool and cool falling on her forehead, she couldn't help but tilt her head to feel it.

Qi Chuan paused with jade-like hands exuding a touch of coolness, and tentatively covered the back of his hands on Jiang Yuwan's forehead.

Jiang Yuwan sighed softly and relaxed her tightly knit eyebrows.

After a while, the back of Qi Chuan's hand was warmed by her hot forehead, and she complained coquettishly from her throat, turning her head aside in disgust.

Unwilling to keep covering it.

Amused and distressed, Qi Chuan put the back of his other hand on it.

Jiang Yuwan was like a squeamish kitten, whimpering and turning her head to rub against the back of his hand.

After a short while of harmony, the dislike just now repeated.

Qi Chuan had no choice but to sit directly beside the bed, and put the back of his hand, which was warmed by Jiang Yuwan's body temperature, on the cool wood at the bedside to freeze.

Soon, the heat from his hands was transferred to the wooden frame, and the heat dissipated quickly, and the back of his hands became cold again.

Qi Chuan clumsily cools down Jiang Yuwan, always putting one hand on Jiang Yuwan's forehead and the other on the cold wood.

After a while, he turned his head to look outside the door, withdrew his hand, and stood where he was supposed to stand.

Jiang Yuwan, who suddenly lost her coolness, pursed her dry red lips, frowned her black eyebrows, and turned her face in the direction just now, aggrieved, trying to keep the coolness back.

Qi Chuan felt distressed, and clenched the hand hanging by his side tightly.

"The doctor is here—"

The little table panted heavily and slowed down, leading the imperial physician to Jiang Yuwan's bed.

Several imperial physicians looked serious, and they went forward for a while and then got together to discuss for a while, those who applied acupuncture applied acupuncture, those who drafted prescriptions drafted prescriptions, and then sent people to grab the medicines.

After the medicine was ready, I ran into a problem, Jiang Yuwan fell asleep, how should I feed the medicine?

"Why don't you try to help your mother up?"

The little table suggested that as soon as he took a step, he saw that Mr. Xiaochuan had reached the head of the bed one step ahead of her, and then paused, "She has an injury on her waist."

"Then what should I do?" The small table turned around in a hurry, with sweat dripping on his head, "It's impossible not to drink medicine."

Qi Chuan fixedly looked at Jiang Yuwan who looked uncomfortable, and said after a while, "I'll come."

As he spoke, he raised Jiang Yuwan's head carefully, and the small table hurried over with the medicine. Qi Chuan scooped up a spoonful of medicine and slowly put it on Jiang Yuwan's lips.

Called softly: "Your Majesty, get up and drink your medicine."

Jiang Yuwan naturally didn't respond, Qi Chuan pried open Jiang Yuwan's soft red lips with a spoon, and the dark medicinal juice slanted out.

But Jiang Yuwan's teeth were closed tightly, and most of the medicine juice flowed down her slender neck and wet her clothes.

The small table exclaimed, "You have soiled the empress, this is not acceptable, the empress can't drink it!"

Qi Chuan frowned tightly, and after a few tries, he put the spoon aside and asked the small table to fetch the bamboo whistle.

"What do you want the bamboo whistle for?" The little table was very puzzled, "Hurry up and feed the medicine to the empress."

"Get it quickly."

Out of Qi Chuan's trust, the small table ran out after a while.

(End of this chapter)