Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 170 The Emperor’s Brother, Don’t Be Violent (36)
Although the strength was not strong, it was definitely not Qingluo's hand. At that moment, Fei Jue thought it was a sneak attack, so he raised his hand and grabbed Zhao Zhiyuan's wrist, stood up abruptly, wanting to throw him over the shoulder.

But as soon as she stood up, she was hugged into her arms from behind.

Feeling the lingering familiar atmosphere, Fei Jue heaved a sigh of relief.

Asked: "When did A Yuan come over, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Zhiyuan was a little clingy to her at the moment, he lowered his head and put his head on her neck, and said softly, "I've been here for a while, I see you're busy, I don't want to disturb you."

He was pressing his cheek right now, Fei Jue could clearly feel the temperature of his skin, and turned around hastily, "Why is your face so hot?"

Raising his hand to touch his forehead, he frowned and said, "You are sick."

"Come here, tell the imperial physician."

Fei Jue helped him to lie down on the bed, pulled a quilt to cover him, and then said: "Qingluo, go get a basin of cold water."

Qingluo was about to come in outside, when she heard Fei Jue's order, she went out to fetch water in a hurry.

The imperial physician soon came to examine Zhao Zhiyuan's pulse, there was nothing serious about his body, but he suffered from a bit of wind and cold, and he was mentally tense for so long, and now he suddenly relaxed, so he got this illness.

When the imperial physician left, Qing Luo watched Fei Jue personally take care of Zhao Zhiyuan, and secretly glanced at the incense burner not far away, feeling a little tangled in her heart.

After Zhao Zhiyuan took the medicine and fell asleep, Qingluo struggled for a while, but still called Fei Jue aside.

"What's wrong?" Fei Jue asked.

Qing Luo had a sad face, not knowing how to speak.

As a member of Daliang, she should serve Daliang. If it was before, she could take Zhao Zhiyuan's life anytime and anywhere.

But now that she is by Fei Jue's side, the relationship between the two of them has eased, and she gradually understands that Zhao Zhiyuan's personality is not what the outside world rumored.

To this day, she is still a little bit reluctant.

But at this moment, she didn't know what Fei Jue was thinking, so she didn't dare to speak.

Seeing her struggling, Fei Jue didn't rush her.

For a moment, Qing Luo couldn't hold back, "Your Majesty, now that His Majesty has not ordered us to assassinate the Emperor, the incense in the censer...will continue to burn?"

"fragrant?"

Fei Jue looked back at the incense burner, knowing what she was struggling with, she almost didn't laugh out loud.

She pretended to cough, raised her brows slightly, and said, "No need, keep burning."

Qingluo raised her head, seeing that Feijue was not joking, and felt even more uncomfortable.

The spice was mixed with datura pollen at the beginning, could it be that the love between Fei Jue and Zhao Zhiyuan these days is just pretending?
In the past, she was afraid that Fei Jue would be reluctant to kill Zhao Zhiyuan, but now it seems that she was worrying too much.

Although Qing Luo didn't want to do anything, her mission was still there. Since Fei Jue didn't care, she could only obey orders.

Seeing Qing Luo retreat, Fei Jue went over, picked up the spice box, and smiled helplessly.

This girl is smart everywhere, but she can't turn her head.

Although she watched Fei Jue mix the datura pollen into the spices, she had already replaced all the spices.

That's why she foolishly thought that Fei Jue really wanted to kill Zhao Zhiyuan.

Going to sit down by the bed again, Zhao Zhiyuan was sleeping relatively deeply because of taking the medicine, she raised her hand to touch his forehead again, the temperature finally subsided.

Looking at him quietly like this, Fei Jue began to struggle again, whether Yu Yuan's Yuan Ling fragments liked her, or Xiao Xian'e who had tied the marriage thread with him in the previous life.

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Dude, I won't really be abandoned, will I?

I can't feel your love recently

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(End of this chapter)