When Gu Qingyi was hesitating whether to retreat, a voice came from inside, "Come in."

It sounds a bit vain. This person is injured and sick, even if he is a tiger, he will turn into a cat.

Gu Qingyi knew that Song Fengyu was a man who was even more fierce than a tiger. Now he was suffering from illness, so he was afraid that he would not be in much better mood.

He raised his foot and entered the door. The hall was bright and bright. He saw Song Fengyu sitting slanted with his back, his eyes still covered with a white scarf. His anger seemed to be heavier than yesterday. Gu Qingyi's eyebrows were slightly frowning.

She knew that it is difficult for patients to control their emotions when a disease of violence occurs. It is really admirable that Song Fengyu can do this.

She knelt down on the desk, probably because she felt that Song Fengyu was really pitiful. Her voice slowed down and she said with a smile: "This is the flower porridge I cooked with myself. It took most of the hour to melt in my mouth and the fragrance is rich. You can try it."

Flower porridge?

What is this? What flowers is it, a big man?

Song Fengyu was not interested, but looked at Gu Qingyi with a gentle smile through the white towel and did not say anything to refuse. And she said that she had done it herself...

If he doesn't eat, he will probably hurt the girl's face and feelings.

"Those things are left to the servants, why do you need to do it yourself?" Song Fengyu didn't want to drink this bowl of porridge, but he would not refuse to embarrass her in front of Gu Qingyi.

Fan He once said that Song Fengyu's illness should not be angered by others, don't make him emotional, try to make him happy.

This is like coaxing a child. Although it is troublesome, Gu Qingyi cannot do it.

When He Runsheng's dog thing was splashed with dirty water, Song Fengyu cleared her name, she remembered this love.

"It's no problem. This season, flowers are everywhere, and roses are in full bloom. I picked some petals to porridge. Roses can regulate qi and relieve depression, and promote blood circulation and disperse blood stasis. It is good for your body."

Song Fengyu listened to Gu Qingyi's words and watched her delicate and white fingers skillfully take out the porridge bowl, uncover the lid, and the white porridge was accompanied by rouge-like petals, and a rich fragrance came towards him. The fragrance of flowers was mixed with the fragrance of rice, and there was a faint smell that made him feel like the sachet.

Song Fengyu's hands on his knees tightened slightly. The next moment, his hands, which were faster than his brain, had already brought the porridge bowl and scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

As soon as the porridge was in his mouth, it turned out to be soft and fragrant as Gu Qingyi said. The porridge soup slid down the esophagus, and the internal organs like burning fire were injected into a clear spring, which made him slowly calm down his restlessness that was about to be suppressed.

Song Fengyu drank a bowl of porridge completely. At this moment, he was very sure that Gu Qingyi must have known the way to control the disease. She turned the corner and gave herself food and added some petals to cover it, but she just didn't want to notice it.

why is that?

Back then, the Prime Minister clearly saved his life, but pretended that nothing had happened.

Now that I have to beat around the bush when I come to save myself again, what secret is she hiding?

The impatience gradually suppressed her. Song Fengyu's pain was relieved by half, and his mind became clearer in an instant. He looked at Gu Qingyi through the white towel, "The porridge is delicious, I wonder if there will be any tomorrow?"

The smile on Gu Qingyi's face froze. He remembered the little Yushu, whose three leaves were pulled out, and he became bald in a few days after eating this way.
Chapter completed!