Not to mention a little parrot! Even if it hits thunder, it won’t wake her up!

Bo Langjun asked Jiang Yu to go to Yao Gong to get the prescription for medicinal food by himself.

When Yao Gong saw that Jiang Yu was coming to ask for medicine, he wrote him the prescription for the medicinal food.

Jiang Yu took the prescription and returned to his mansion.

Since his father passed away, Jia Qingqing has been bedridden in a sick and bedridden.

Now that my body is so refreshed, I walked out of the door.

"Madam, don't catch a cold!"

When Jiang Yu walked towards the bedroom with her medicine bag, she saw Jia Qing standing in the yard looking at Tian'er in a daze.

"The air outside is better!"

When Jia Qingqi saw Jiang Yu coming back, he showed a long-lost smile.

"Let's go back to the house!"

Jiang Yu handed the medicine bag to the personal bodyguard, and then helped Jia Qingqi into the room.

"Ahem!"

Jia Qingqing covered her mouth and nose with her robe sleeve and started coughing.

"Madam, have a drink of water!"

Jiang Yu poured Jia Qingyan a glass of water in pain.

After drinking a few sips of water, Jia Qingqi stopped coughing and said to Jiang Yu:

"My body is probably going to drag my husband down! Otherwise, I'll take you a concubine!"

"Madam must have taken too much medicine and was confused! Lying down quickly!"

Jiang Yu held Jia Qingyan and lay on the couch. He burned the charcoal fire to the fullest.

"Father! Look at the words I write!"

Jiang Yu's son quickly showed him his homework.

"Well! Come and see how much progress our son's words have made!"

Jiang Yu coaxed his wife and said.

Jia Qinghuan looked at his son's youthful handwriting, and tears fell from his eyes.

"You're getting better soon and you can share some housework!"

Jiang Yu took the decoction from his maid and fed it himself.
Chapter completed!