The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 33

Looking at the red toad's bulging white belly, Feng Wuxie smiled helplessly, gently pinched it with two jade-like fingers, and sent it back into the Butterfly Gu.

It was really tiring today.

Pulling out all the silver needles on Gong Muran's body, and pulling up the skirt for him, Feng Wuxie took his pulse again.

Finding that his pulse had calmed down a lot, Feng Wuxie nodded in satisfaction.

Although some of the Gu poison has been eliminated this time, some parts are still hidden in his body, but the rest are not in a hurry.

As long as the moon is full, they will go out, and then they will be wiped out.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, it was almost late at night without realizing it, but no matter how tired he was, he couldn't give up halfway.

The medicated bath still needs to be soaked.

Feng Wuxie went to the outer room and saw Du Chun guarding Xiang'er's side, dozing off with his head on his hands, so he didn't wake him up again.

He directly called Fu Bo who was guarding outside the house to come in.

Because he was worried about his master's health, Uncle Fu looked haggard, and he didn't regain his senses until Feng Wuxie called him.

"Young Master Feng, what are your orders?"

It has to be said that this little girl really has some skills. In the past, when the lord's poisonous poison broke out, he couldn't stop until dawn.

But since the little girl went in, it only took half a day to suppress the prince's poison.

It seems that people really can't be judged by appearances. Although Uncle Fu respected Feng Wuxie before, after seeing her medical skills.

I admire her even more in my heart.

There was a hint of fatigue on Feng Wuxie's face, and he said in a low voice: "Find someone to clean up the house, make another bucket of potion according to the medicinal materials I gave you last night, I'll go squint for a while, after the preparations are done, please trouble Uncle Fu to call again I."

Although Feng Wuxie's body is small, her calm demeanor is not like that of a 15-year-old child.

What's more, she is still the great benefactor of Prince Jin's Mansion. Uncle Fu has no backbone at all now. After hearing her words, he started to prepare without saying a word.

This is the second person who is willing to take orders from others besides Gong Moran.

Feng Wuxie yawned, rubbed her sore neck and returned to the guest room where she was, but as soon as she stepped in, she felt a familiar breath.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and there was only a tall figure sitting on her bed.

She paused on her feet and turned her head to go out.

A gust of wind came from behind, Feng Wuxie felt his face go dark, and his body had already lightly landed on a strong chest.

Under the hot skin, a powerful heart was beating wildly.

"Little heartless, I've been waiting for you for so long, where else do you want to go?" The evil and melancholy low breath came towards me, mixed with a bitter smell of wine, spraying on Feng Wuxie's ears.

The scorching hot air hit her skin, and a strange feeling ignited from the bottom of her heart.

With a trace of exploration, she touched Jun Yeli's enchanting face.

The slender fingers gently slid across the man's eyebrows and eyes, the high bridge of the nose, until the pair of rose-colored thin lips, slowly painted the thin lips, and said softly: "It's strange."

Why is there such a weird feeling?Never had it before.

The woman's actions were like a hot flame, instantly igniting Jun Yeli's body that was already ready to move.

The pitch-black eyes became even darker, and the strong muscles tensed instantly, even the hand holding Feng Wuxie's shoulder became a little tighter unconsciously.

Is this woman playing with fire?

But the woman in front of him was as pure as a piece of white paper. Even if Jun Yeli wanted to imprint his own mark on that piece of white paper, he was afraid that his actions would frighten her.

I had to hold back myself, it was hard work.

With a long sigh, he grabbed the woman's fidgeting little hand, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Don't move around."

The man's tone made Feng Wuxie sober, and he withdrew his hand in a panic.

Turning around, she was about to leave that warm embrace, but how could Jun Yeli let go so easily, the hand on her waist not only did not loosen, but became even tighter.

Feng Wuxie was a little annoyed, she tilted her head to look at him, her voice was as cold as ice: "Let go."

"Don't let it go."

He broke free twice vigorously, but he didn't expect Jun Yeli's hands to be like iron tongs.

"I'm sleepy." Feng Wuxie sighed helplessly, he was too tired today and didn't have the strength to argue with him anymore.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Being hugged by the waist, Feng Wuxie met Jun Yeli's monstrous face, and looked at the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Knowing that she was no match for him, she had no choice but to close her eyes in resentment, not to look at him, opened a certain distance, and fell asleep on her side.

Looking at the little man in his arms, Jun Yeli didn't stand up with thorns all over his body as usual, and frowned slightly.

A trace of uneasiness flashed in my heart.

This woman, if other men treat her like this, will she do the same?

It seems that I need to work harder and teach her some common sense.

Feng Wuxie was exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep not long after. Jun Yeli looked at her with a tired face, and instead of leaving as usual, she lay down beside her.

The smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be concealed, and she curled up a strand of her hair with her fingers to play with it casually.

"Don't let other men hug you in the future."

Feng Wuxie in her sleep frowned when she heard someone talking in her ear, as if impatient, she turned sideways and threw herself into Jun Yeli's arms.

Seeing Feng Wuxie's unconscious actions, Jun Yeli raised his eyebrows.

Even in his sleep, he trusted himself so much, which instantly satisfied his proud self-esteem.

Gently pressing a kiss on the woman's red lips, Jun Yeli put his big hand on Feng Wuxie's waist, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

In Gong Moran's bedroom, several little maids came in and out. After some busy work, they cleaned up the messy room.

New tables, chairs, and vases were brought in one after another, and the teacups also took on a new look.

After he brought in the bathtub full of medicine, Fu Bo smiled with satisfaction and slapped his head suddenly.

By the way, it's time to call Feng Wuxie up.

But as soon as he moved his feet, someone grabbed his clothes, and a sleepy man appeared in front of him.

She was dressed in a green dress, tied loosely around her body.

Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he was the young boy who came in with Feng Wuxie.

"Young master, you haven't left yet?"

I was busy cleaning the prince's bedroom just now, so I ignored him.

Du Chun let go of his hand, and gave him a dissatisfied look. He really is old and his eyes are blurred. He is such a big living person lying here for a long time, and he just saw it?

"That Mr. Feng owes me money. It's not that easy to let me go."

Uncle Fu thought about it, and asked hesitantly, "I don't know how much money Mr. Feng owes you?"

If the amount is small, he will put Feng Wuxie on the mat first, and get rid of him first.

"500 taels." Du Chun extended a slap and raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Sure enough, Uncle Fu's face darkened for a moment. Although he was the steward of Prince Jin's Mansion, such a large amount did not have the permission of the prince, so he did not dare to make his own claims.

"Oh, then young master, let's go to the guest room to rest." No matter what, send him away first, this is the prince's bedroom, an outsider stays here, what if something goes wrong?
With that said, he wanted to lead Du Chun out.

Du Chun really didn't want to talk to this little old man, so he waved his hands and said, "I'm leaving, who will detoxify your prince?"

"Don't bother me, my lord. I have Mr. Feng to take care of my lord." Uncle Fu had just finished speaking, then looked at Du Chun as if thinking of something.

Could it be that he is also a doctor?

"You can detoxify too?"

Du Chun was almost speechless, if he didn't know how to do medicine, how did he save this little girl, he didn't say anything, just glanced at Xiang'er with his eyes.

Uncle Fu looked at Xiang'er, and there was a gleam of understanding in his heart: "But Mr. Feng told me to go to him after I was ready, you..."

Uncle Fu was caught in a dilemma, should he wake up Miss Feng?
"You still want to find her? Do you want to exhaust her to death?" Although he didn't want to lay hands on her, that black-bellied fellow Jun Yeli would definitely not let him go.

Thinking that he, Du Chun, was also a prestige genius doctor in the Jianghu, but now he has been reduced to such a point, it is really sad and deplorable.

Uncle Fu thought for a while, Feng Wuxie's tired face slid across his eyes, and now he called her up again, he really couldn't bear it, and thought that since Du Chun was brought by Feng Wuxie, his medical skills would definitely not be good. Difference.

Then he nodded and said, "Then there will be Mr. Lao."

After speaking, he led the people to guard the door.

Du Chun was full of resentment, glanced at Feng Wuxie's house, shook his head helplessly, and followed Feng Wuxie into the palace.

That guy Jun Yeli had already followed, but he was lucky to have him, otherwise he would have been a little bit too much for the slap just now.

Touching the still slightly painful chest, Du Chun's face was filled with resentment again, and he muttered in a low voice: "I really forget my friends after seeing sex."

Hey, she is a beautiful woman in her arms, sleeping soundly.

But he still has to serve a sick child and take a medicinal bath.

Resigned to his fate, he walked to the bed, helped the unconscious Gong Moran up, and with a wave of his big hand, he took off the clothes on his body.

When he saw the dense pustules, Du Chun finally couldn't help grinning, his face full of disgust.

Throwing Gong Moran into the bathtub, he hurriedly took out the spirits to wash his fingers.

This woman Feng Wuxie is really a freak, if an ordinary woman saw these abscesses, she would have screamed in fright.

But Feng Wuxie didn't even frowned, let alone screaming, Du Chun admired her a little.

He yawned, stretched his waist, seeing that Gong Muran, who was soaking in the bathtub, still had no signs of waking up, Du Chun leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

Although medicinal baths have good curative effect, they are slow.

No one can penetrate the medicinal properties of Shi Chen at all, so this is a time-consuming and tortured job.

There was a light rain falling outside the window, and the pattering sound slapped on the banana leaves outside the window, like a beautiful melody.

Du Chun's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he dozed off again and again with his head on his hand...

(End of this chapter)