Immortal Immortal: Uncle, please give me a hug

That night, she risked her life to save him. It is impossible to say that she was completely indifferent.

Feng Qinghua didn't move at all, and said: "I fell asleep, can't hear or can't hear."

When the maid in the palace heard the words, her hair was covered with black lines.

"Don't make trouble, get up quickly." The former also couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, unintentionally gathering all eyes.

"They say I fell asleep." Feng Qinghua reluctantly got out of the brocade quilt with her mouth open, and asked with a frown: "Qingzhi, can I not drink, in fact, I will get better soon if I don't drink." Yes, really."

Well, she admitted that if her family Qingzhi hadn't been seen away, she would never have come out.

With her body with such a powerful repairing ability, how could she use a non-technical method like drinking medicine.

Cai'er hurriedly stepped forward to give her a hand, making her more comfortable on the couch.

"No, you must drink it." The young master scooped up a spoonful of soup medicine, blew it and passed it to his lips, a bit of helplessness appeared in his cold tone for no reason.

Such a resolute attitude from the beautiful man, but smelling the potion that can make her cry bitterly, isn't it a bit unprincipled to just drink it like this? Feng Qinghua thought for a while and asked: "Qingzhi, can I hug you?" for a while?"

The young master was sweating slightly, watching her silently without opening his mouth.

For a wounded person who was shot by an arrow, whether her body recovered was too fast.

The former quickly added: "Don't say you can't, how can you have the heart to reject me now that I'm like this, it's really not possible, you can hug me, I'll drink once you hug me."

Cai'er lowered her head and snickered, if she remembered correctly, her master should have had an arrow shot in his heart, and it was strange that his life was safe, so why did his behavior look more like a hole in his head?

The young master lowered his head and put the soup on the table, coughed lightly twice and said lightly: "You all step back!"

"Yes, son."

Cai'er glanced at the addicted man who pretended to be pitiful, and followed the maids and slowly backed out helplessly.

The door of the room was gradually closed, and Feng Qinghua opened her arms very naturally, smiling brightly like a child.

The young master sat on the couch and carefully hugged her in his arms, for fear of hurting her.

There are thousands of times in my heart, what kind of woman is she, from the scoundrel when I first met, the innocent when I slept on the same bed, the determination to fight for his life with blood stained white clothes, to now I can laugh just because of a hug So innocent, which one is the most real her?

Her cheek was pressed against Young Master Jin's chest, and Young Master Jin seemed to be intentional or unintentional, his thin lips gently brushed the blood-like cinnabar on her forehead, and the palms of his hands became hot unconsciously.

Feng Qinghua's forehead touched a touch of warmth, is he kissing her? When the latter thought of this, she immediately forgot to breathe, and quietly felt his increasingly rapid heartbeat in the fragrance of pear blossoms.

It seems that this arrow is still very cost-effective, it seems that if there is such an opportunity in the future, I will try it.

Her eyes accidentally touched the faint blood seeping from his sleeve, Feng Qinghua exclaimed fiercely: "Qingzhi, what's wrong with your arm!"

Such a heavy imperial uniform was soaked with blood, which shows the seriousness of the injury.

When Feng Qinghua woke up, was he already in the capital city of Yunguo, but he forgot to ask him why the son had already left safely that day, so he risked his name and turned back halfway to take her away with him.

Is it because I owe her too much?

Or did he also have a little affection for her?

"It's okay." The young master stood up and took a few steps back, covering his blood-stained sleeves behind him a little bit in a panic.

"It hurts..." Feng Qinghua suddenly covered her chest with a pained expression: "Qingzhi, my wound is open."

"What's the matter with you?" Young Master Jin hurriedly stepped forward to embrace her, he couldn't help speaking with a little anxiety, ignoring the cunning that flashed in her eyes.

His heart was pulled by her unknowingly, it seemed that the more she hurt, the more he hurt.

The next moment, the cloud sleeve was violently lifted off by Feng Qinghua, and his arm felt cold, the young master couldn't help frowning slightly.

There was a long bloodstain on the arm, the blood had spread out and stuck to the white gauze, it looked shocking.

"Why are you injured?" Feng Qinghua asked with a frown, she clearly remembered that he was still fine when she handed him over to Cai'er.

Then how did this injury come about?

"A bowl of medicine is fine!" The latter silently withdrew his arm, speaking calmly.

"Yin Yin." Feng Qinghua murmured, Young Master Jin had already brought the soup to her eyes: "The medicine is getting cold, drink it first!"

The beautiful man feeds it with his own hands, holding a spoon in his white jade hand, and the corners of his mouth are soft, the latter really can't bear to delay, now even if what the young master wants to feed is poison, she can happily drink it as honey.

It's just that this soup has a bloody smell faintly.

After finally drinking a bowl of medicine, Feng Qinghua tugged at his sleeve and asked suddenly, "Qingzhi, could it be Yaoyin you're talking about."

Looking at the jade bowl that had already turned upside down, he was suddenly speechless.

The young master put the jade bowl on the case very naturally, without explaining anything.

"Which quack doctor prescribes a broken medicine, but uses human blood as medicine!" Feng Qinghua couldn't help complaining.

Qingzhi's arm has such a big wound, so it turned out to be because of her.

"It's me!" The clear male voice outside the door seemed to come from outside.

Feng Qinghua looked up, and saw a blue shirt approaching lightly, with half a delicate mirror body around her waist, and two little girls in pink clothes. : "Could it be that Zhuo Ran blamed me for doing so much?"

Feng Qinghua looked up, and saw a blue shirt approaching lightly, with half a delicate mirror body around her waist, and two little girls in pink clothes. : "Is Zhuo Ran blaming me for doing so much?"

"Yichen?" Feng Qinghua's beautiful eyes widened, she looked at the person in disbelief, the owner of Valley Mo Sheng has always been on the move, why did he suddenly appear here?

No wonder the wounds on her body healed so quickly. With Hua Yichen here, everything that is impossible can become logical.

Hua Yichen didn't answer, he gently stroked the hair of the white dumpling in his arms, looked at Young Master Jin and said calmly: "My sister and I have a few words to explain, can Young Master avoid it first?"

Sister?

When did she become Hua Yichen's younger sister?This guy still calls so naturally?

"Young Master, whatever you want!" Young Master Jin glanced at Feng Qinghua, who had a normal complexion, and got up to leave.

"Qingzhi." Feng Qinghua pulled his sleeve, showing reluctance: "Your arm is still bleeding."

Looking at the blood oozing from his arm, she felt that it hurt more than her own, and her heart ached.

"It's okay."

"It's okay!"

The two voices overlapped, and the same three words had completely different feelings when they were spoken by different people.

Young Master Jin softly comforted Hua Yichen, and Hua Yichen stated the facts calmly, Feng Qinghua couldn't help raising his eyes and glaring at Hua Yichen, it's not your pain, of course you can do nothing.

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