The queen is acting as a demon again today

Chapter 375 As long as you get better
Qing Lanjun finally opened those beautiful eyes, his face was still as pale as paper, but because of her words, there was a slight fluctuation in his eyes.

"My wife, the medicine is here." The side husband Ade came in with a bowl of soup and medicine.

Qu Nianci turned around, took it, and smiled at him: "You go down first, you have worked hard these days."

Ade's face is not considered handsome, but he is also considered Xiaojiabiyu. During these days, he has been taking care of Lord Qinglan without any complaints.

"It's not hard for Ade, as long as my husband can get well soon." Ade smiled softly, and there was a little worry in his eyes.

Qu Nianci's heart twitched slightly, but he nodded with his usual expression: "Go down."

Only then did Ade turn around and leave, and Qu Nianci sat next to Qing Lanjun's bed again with the soup. This was the first time she cared so much for a man in person.

But that person doesn't appreciate it.

"Take care of your body, and this lady will keep her word." Qu Nianci gently blew on the steaming soup, and brought it to Qing Lanjun's lips.

Qing Lanjun didn't say anything, she didn't move, the eyes of the two met in the air, one was indifferent and the other was calm.

Finally, when Qu Nianci raised his hands sorely, Qing Lanjun finally approached slowly...

Seeing his cute appearance, Qu Nianci couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips. Even if she had to leave in the future, the warmth at this moment was what she always wanted.

Finally feeding him a bowl of medicine, Qu Erci took out a candy from his bosom, peeled off the candy wrapper and brought it to Mr. Qinglan's lips: "The medicine is bitter."

Lord Qinglan raised his head, and finally there was something other than indifference in his eyes—surprise.

"Be obedient, otherwise this lady can't promise to keep her word." The brown candy on Qu Erci's fingertips was still on Qing Lanjun's lips, and the words he spoke were still so gentle.

After a long stalemate, Lord Qinglan finally opened his mouth slowly.

When the fingertips touched his lips, there was a little warmth, Qu Nianci withdrew his hand as usual, pulled the corner of the quilt for him, and said: "Wait a minute, someone will bring porridge, you must Give me a good drink."

Not caring that Mr. Qinglan didn't speak, Qu Nianci stood up, and just about to leave, he ordered: "I will order my servants to watch over you. If you don't want to leave, you can stay sick on this bed for a long time, anyway. I can still afford to support you as a patient."

"You...you mean what you say?" Mr. Qinglan's voice is no longer as clean and pleasant as it used to be, but now it is deep and hoarse, like an old man who is terminally ill.

Qu Nianci's body trembled uncontrollably, but she still smiled indifferently: "Keep it in mind."

When Lord Qinglan looked up again, Qu Nianci had disappeared before his eyes, only the sweet taste in his mouth and the warmth in his stomach told him that this woman had been here before.

Qu Nianci left the door and walked all the way to the kitchen. Mr. Qinglan is weak and can't eat irritating food, so she washes his hands and makes soup for him.

Soon, a bowl of hot porridge was served, but the person who came was no longer Qu Erci, but the servant who served him every day—Mo Zi.

"Sir husband, the porridge is still hot, hurry up and drink it while it's hot." Mo Zi respectfully stood beside his bed holding a tray.

Lord Qinglan frowned slightly: "What kind of porridge is this?"

Mo Zi was taken aback for a moment, but he still replied respectfully: "It's just the royal rice porridge for warming and nourishing on weekdays."

Hearing this, Mr. Qinglan didn't ask any more questions, just stretched out his hand weakly to take it, and then quietly drank it.

He wants to take good care of his body, Qu Erci said, as long as his body recovers, he can leave.

Then he doesn't have to embarrass himself anymore.

Outside the window, Qu Nianci and Ade turned and left at the same time.

"Wife master, why don't you dare to let him know when you treat your husband like this?" Ade held Qu Nianci's hand in distress. It was red all over, and it was burned when cooking porridge in the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)