Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 189 His Decision
The strangeness of Wanwan's illness caught her by surprise.

Fortunately, the medicine was taken in time, and although the fever did not subside in the middle of the night, the fever did not go up anyhow.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the house were not turned on, and it was so dark that we could only vaguely see the shadows of slanting branches outside the window.

Wanwan lived in the master bedroom, with a window facing north and south. The upstairs resident was a public official, but his hobbies were not reading, writing, or playing sports.

But grow flowers.

I like to raise all kinds of flowers that grow on vines, such as vine roses, garlic vines, yellow woody vines, stellite vines, wisterias, clematis, petunias, pansies, etc., and I have planted a yard full of them.

Originally, flowers fall on the branches in winter, and there are few green and red, but there are a few strands of vines hanging in front of Wanwan's window. Every time she opens the window, she can see the vibrant flowers on the vines.

When she saw that she liked it, the flower hung in front of her window all the time, but occasionally when the wind blew up at night, the flower vine would flutter and flicker, swinging back and forth like a swing.

But at this time, there was a tall figure in front of the vine shadow.

Standing in front of the window with hands behind her back, without drawing the curtains, she didn't know whether she was looking at the cheerful rippling vine shadow, or just standing there without looking at anything.

Wanwan swallowed lightly so that her throat would not be so dry, and spoke to the shadow.

"Huo Yin."

The figure had already stood as a stone shadow, as if it was fixed by the moonlight, like a sculpture standing there for a long time.

It's midnight.

This will be like a switch has been touched.

With flesh and blood, the stone turned and walked towards her.

Wanwan propped her elbows on the quilt, trying to sit up by herself, but someone pressed her shoulders.

His hands were as cold as ice bricks, Wanwan couldn't help shivering.

He seemed to have noticed it, and quickly retracted his hand.

The gentle quilt wrapped her around, and Huo Yin's hand was outside the quilt, with a slight force, but she had to lie back on the bed again.

"Don't get up."

The room was too dark, before turning on the light, Wanwan was in his arms, breathing down his neck.

Groping in the dark, her fingertips slowly climbed up to his Adam's apple, and her fingertips touched it, and then a soft body took the initiative to snuggle into his arms.

He trembled and didn't speak.

"Huo Yin, don't worry."

Wan Wan leaned against his chest, her ears fell right on his heart, and she heard his slightly accelerated heartbeat. For some reason, she always felt sick again.

Hot face.

Huo Yin's depression and worry accumulated all night turned into a shallow sigh, and he lovingly supported the back of her head with his palm, and hugged her in his arms.

"I'll heal you," he said.

rule?
In the past, she was very looking forward to the imperial physician in the imperial medical office, or the so-called famous doctor invited by her father from outside.

She hoped that they could say: "Princess, the next official will definitely cure you."

However, all the doctors showed embarrassment, which made people know that the situation was not good.

As time passed, Wan Wan seldom expected this sentence, but she never expected that Huo Yin would say such a thing at that time.

He is not a doctor, nor has medical skills, how can he cure her?
At that time, Wan Wan only took it as his consolation, and he didn't know what decision Huo Yin made, and who he asked Huo Musheng to find.

All she knew was that Huo Yin's hand fell on her hair, and she didn't take it back for a long time.

Like her father and king in the past, every time she wakes up from a serious illness, there is always a generous palm on her temple.

Treat her like a fragile china doll with infinite compassion.

Just because she is really fragile.

That night, Wanwan's head was calm, and Dou Peishan was beaming because of the charm.

But Huo Musheng rushed back to the capital overnight, but the way he entered the capital was not the way back to Huo's house.

He's going to find someone.

The former master abbot of Lingyin Temple.

(End of this chapter)