Princess, please don't be a demon

Chapter 147 Still A Little Worried

Qian Feihan was helped into the bedroom by two subordinates, while Yun Weilan stood at the door and paced back and forth anxiously.

She was a little guilty, a little worried, and more anxious.

When the imperial doctor came out, Qingyang and Qingxuan sent the imperial doctor out of the bedroom together.

"Your Highness can't eat dessert anymore, you two don't let His Highness mess around anymore. As for the medicine, the old minister has already written it, and when it's ready, order someone to deliver it, and you don't need to send it again."

Yun Weilan heard the three of them talking, and hurriedly followed the imperial doctor's footsteps.

"Emperor doctor, you said, Your Highness can't eat dessert?"

The imperial doctor turned his head to look at her, his eyes deepened a little, "Yes, Your Highness is allergic to desserts, so you can't eat these sweets."

Yun Weilan stood there in a daze, her mouth slightly opened, unable to speak for a long while.

Qingyang sighed and shook his head: "I'll send the imperial doctor off."

Qingxuan also nodded: "Princess, you go and take care of Your Highness."

"Uh, okay." Yun Weilan agreed blankly, seeing the two subordinates going away, her mood suddenly sank into the abyss for some reason, and she walked towards the hall with heavy steps.

Is Qian Feihan allergic to desserts? !
Why didn't he say it, why did he always eat up all the desserts she made before?

The mood was extremely complicated, and she even had the idea of ​​taking good care of a certain man, after all, the man was allergic to her desserts.

After entering the hall, a man's dry voice came from behind the bead curtain: "Qingyang, water."

Upon hearing this, Yun Weilan quickly went to pour him a glass of water, opened the bead curtain and handed it to him.

"What are you doing here?" He raised his eyes, and saw her frighteningly white face, with an uneasy expression.

He didn't want her to notice his allergies.

This time it happened too fast, I didn't have time to avoid her...

Yun Weilan stretched out her finger and scratched her cheek, and accidentally picked off some makeup and powder.

Seeing that her powder was about to fall into the water glass, Qian Feihan snatched the tea cup from her hand and drank it in one gulp.

The man looks like he has a fever.

Not to mention his flushed face, his voice was dry and his eyes were gradually turning red, so he must be feeling particularly uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to have someone prepare cold water for you to take a bath? Or wipe your body to cool down?"

Yun Weilan was also afraid that this allergy would cause a fever, and it would be bad if he accidentally burned the boss's brain.

She reminded him purely in good faith, but it seemed to have changed in the man's ears.

He returned the teacup to her, his voice a little hoarse than before: "You wipe it for Gu."

"Me?" Did she hear correctly?

It feels like pie in the sky.

If she can't control the amount of food and wants to eat his tofu, he can't blame her.

Qian Feihan looked at her with burning eyes, "Why, you don't want to be responsible?"

Yun Weilan opened her small mouth, and pointed her chubby fingers at herself, with a feeling that she couldn't explain it.

Where did she say she was not responsible?

Bah, why does this sound so weird?

She rolled her eyes, and had no choice but to call out: "Little Beard, fetch Your Highness a basin of cold water."

Qingyang and Qingxuan went to send the imperial physician and boil medicine, only a young eunuch guarded the gate of the palace.

Looking back and thinking about it carefully, she always felt weird.

Judging by the attitudes of the imperial physician and Qingyang, it is definitely not the first time that Qian Feihan has been allergic to desserts, and he should be well aware of his physical condition, why did he deliberately eat desserts in the end?
While thinking, Yun Weilan glanced at the man's handsome face with inexplicable eyes, he had already closed his eyes at this moment, and his beautiful and thin lips were tightly pressed, it seemed that he was really uncomfortable.

Now that he knows that eating desserts is not good for allergies, why does he torture himself to eat them? ? ? ?
Could it be that this man is not only cursed, but also has a strange disease, and eats desserts to torture himself?

　Don't say that the hero didn't find out→_→My own taste
　　
　
(End of this chapter)