Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 430 Xiaoqing's Sad Reminder

"Mother."

Qingyan didn't know what kind of ears she had grown, as long as there was a slight wind blowing on her side, she would quickly push the door and enter, light up the lamp, and saw Xiaoqing climbing on the bed frame.

Although the snake has no expression, Qingyan feels that Xiaoqing's mood at this moment must come from sadness.

"Mistress is fine, this snake won't hurt you."

"Then what is it doing here in the middle of the night? Scaring me to death..." Murong Jiujiu was on the verge of crying, and quickly rummaged through his quilt and pillow, afraid that a friend of Xiaoqing's would come out from there.

Qingyan saw it, and sighed in her heart, the Holy Spirit Snake is an unworldly spiritual creature, and all the people who raise snakes in Huashan Mountain regard it as a holy object, but the mistress, who has lost her memory, regards the treasure as a plague god.

But she couldn't explain it clearly.

"Sister Qingyan, the Patriarch is here."

Shen Yue reported outside.

Qing Yan was stunned, and thought, it was late at night, why did the Patriarch come here for no reason, just wondering, she heard a young servant outside the door asking: "Patriarch is handling affairs with a candle, just now I saw the lamp palm of Qixia Hall Get up and ask, but the mistress is not feeling well?"

"No, it's just that the mistress was scared by her own snake," Qingyan replied helplessly.

While speaking, the door of Qixia Hall has been opened.

A few guards arrived with exquisite palace lanterns, and the Patriarch, wearing a black cloak, was slowly stepping down, when all the maids and servants in and out of the yard knelt down and saluted.

"Meet the owner."

Feng Wushang ignored them, shivering from the cold, he had already stepped into the Qixia Hall, and walked to Murong Jiujiu's couch with familiarity all the way.

The lampstand swayed.

The room, which was already very elegantly furnished, was extraordinarily classical and deep. However, on the huge golden nanmu bed, the woman hugged her pillow tightly like a pitiful little one.

The eyes have turned red.

Probably Murong Jiujiu was really not scared this time, the moment Feng Wushang approached, she suddenly threw herself into his icy arms out of grievance, and burst into tears.

"Wu Shang."

Since Murong lost his memory for a long time, this is not the first time he has hugged him like this, but suddenly seeing her so aggrieved and crying, Feng Wushang felt amused and sighed at the same time.

With amnesia, she doesn't understand anything, and when she opened her eyes in the middle of the night and saw a snake looking at her, that must be a bad feeling.

"Okay, it's all right, this snake really won't hurt you, and it was your pet in the past, it obeyed you," Feng Wushang obviously wasn't good at comforting people.

In this matter, he can only speak the truth.

"really?"

Murong Jiujiu finally raised his head from his embrace, but his eyes were already crying.

"When did I lie to you?"

Feng Wushang pretended to smile relaxedly, "It used to sleep with you under the quilt, but now you ignore it for several days, it is naturally anxious to see you."

I don't know if Xiaoqing understood Feng Wushang's words, the snake's head that it climbed on the bed frame nodded fiercely as if approving, very much like a child who wanted candy, but was so sad that he couldn't get it.

Can only make a pitiful, hissing sound.

Seeing that she had really calmed down, Feng Wushang felt relieved, said a word of comfort, and was about to turn around and leave, but her sleeves were tightly grabbed, and she lowered her head, Murong bowed her head for a long time, her voice was as low as a mosquito's moaning road.

"Wu Shang... As you said, you are my husband, and you will spend the rest of your life with me, from knot to gray hair..." Why are you leaving again.

The ignorant Murong Jiujiu admits that she is very dependent on the man in front of her right now, this is an indescribable feeling, as if she must be dependent on him.

Although there was another small voice in her heart, telling her that she shouldn't do this, but she did it by mistake.

Feng Wushang's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were solemnly staring at Murong Jiujiu, who was kneeling on the couch, and also his destined wife who had always had strange thoughts.

This was probably the first time she admitted that she was his wife.

Feng Wushang's jade-like handsome face flickered under the swaying lights, but there was a smile on his lips, but his smile quickly froze at the corners of his lips.

"A long time..."

Murong Jiujiu's sanity began to become unclear again, and his vision of people was also blurred.

Feng Wushang hurriedly put his hand on her forehead, and found that it was scalding hot.

"She has a fever again."

Feng Wushang said solemnly.

"Wushang, don't go."

As if he was dreaming, Murong Jiujiu was still holding on to the hem of his dark-colored clothes, but he had already collapsed on the pillow with a thud, and passed out unconsciously.

The Qixia Hall, which had been quiet for three days, suddenly became chaotic again. Dr. Lin was found in the middle of the night, and he set fire to boil the antipyretic decoction, and in the process.

The comatose Murong Jiujiu never let go of Feng Wushang's sleeves.

"Homeowner?"

Originally thought that Feng Wushang would brush away Murong Jiujiu's hand, but to Qingyan's surprise, instead of brushing away, he untied his own jade belt and took off his outer robe.

Then he took the decoction from Qingyan's hand, and said: "Since she is my wife, then let me take care of her."

The head of the family actually wants to take care of the mistress himself.

This realization made all the servants in the room widen their eyes slightly, and the facts proved that Feng Wushang, who took off his outer robe, really slept with Murong for a long time.

I don't know how it was coaxed, but Murong Jiujiu, who was half unconscious, actually drank the decoction one mouthful at a time.

And at that time, when hugging the drowsy Murong Jiujiu in his arms, Feng Wushang probably felt that he must have gone crazy, and clearly had the original intention of bringing this woman back.

It has ulterior motives.

But now she is no longer that heartless Murong Jiujiu, he actually took care of her seriously by accident... However, this doesn't seem to deviate too much from his original intention.

After all, the Murong Jiujiu who calmed down and learned to rely on him is much cuter than the Murong Jiujiu who hated him and resented her all day long.

She actually believed her own words, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, from knot to gray hair.

"But as long as you are obedient, there is nothing wrong with marrying you till the end of life." Anyway, she was his destined wife.

"water……"

Murong Jiujiu, who was half unconscious, suddenly murmured hoarsely again.

Feng Wushang immediately got up and got out of bed, poured her a cup of slightly cold tea, and carefully fed it to Murong Jiujiu's lips, feeling the moist taste.

She immediately gobbled down a whole cup before she sat down on the pillow contentedly.

And this is probably the first time in Feng Wushang's life that he took care of others so carefully, holding an empty teacup for a while, which made him feel fresh and funny.

Just as he was about to send the teacup down, the sleeve of the nightgown was grabbed by a soft little hand again.

"Yuhua, you sleep too."

Satisfied after drinking the water, Murong Jiujiu unconsciously squinted his eyes and murmured.

But Feng Wushang's originally warm expression changed color.

(End of this chapter)