Beigong Tengxiao forced out his gentle side, walked slowly behind her, half-crouched down, raised his hand to stroke her long hair, and said: "No, I don't want to have sex with you for even a quarter of a second.
Leave."
Chu Jiaoli looked gloomy, choked up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you also think that I am sick?"
"Li'er, I'm always here." Beigong Tengxiao's hand tried to wipe away the stains on her face, but she subconsciously dodged it. He sighed softly and got into the water with her.
Seeing him approaching her, Chu Jiaoli turned around and ran away: "Don't touch me."
Bei Gong Tengxiao stretched out his hand and took her into his arms. His warm palms touched her face as he wished, and he washed her little painted face bit by bit, and then carefully cleaned the stains on her nails.
Dirt.
Chu Jiaoli's vision was blurred by tears. She buried her face in Beigong Tengxiao's chest. She felt extremely embarrassed. She kept sobbing: "How could I...I don't know why it became like this. I really can't."
I know, Your Highness, what should I do?"
Beigong Tengxiao lifted her chin and kissed her lips to calm her thoughts.
For a long time, he held her in his arms, raised his hand and stroked the back of her head, and said softly: "I am here."
Chu Jiaoli sniffed, her slender fingers tightly grasping his soaked robe, her red eyes finally stopped overflowing with tears.
After a while, the bathroom became quiet. Chu Jiaoli sat with her hair disheveled, her back to Beigong Tengxiao.
In the water, Bei Gong Tengxiao held her long wet hair in one hand, showing affection like a treasure, and held a sandalwood comb in the other hand, gently combing her messy long hair, seriously and attentively.<
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His heart felt a sharp sting, and Beigong Tengxiao bit the corner of his mouth. The fishy-sweet smell instantly filled his mouth. He endured the severe pain, and when he looked down, he saw that the hand holding the comb tightly had cracked the wooden comb.
Sew.
His tone was still gentle, and he said: "Li'er, I have never combed anyone's hair. If you don't do it well, don't be angry."
Even so, he still didn't hurt her in the slightest. The messy hair slowly became smooth in his hands, and the long black hair fell vertically, blooming with ink flowers in the water.
Chu Jiaoli had been silent since just now, not saying a word, and her expression was still depressed. The more Beigong Tengxiao accommodated her, the more guilty she felt.
"Let Dr. Wen take a look at you later, okay?" Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows and asked softly.
After a long time, Chu Jiaoli responded softly: "Yes."
Half an hour later.
Chu Jiaoli was neatly dressed and lying on the bed, her expression a little dull. Wen Ruyu's pulse-diagnosing hand left her wrist, turned around and walked to the desk, picked up the brush on the table and wrote down the prescription, saying: "Yi Chuhua, patient
He gradually becomes mentally ill, like a young baby, and his temper gradually increases, but there is a solution. Every time he takes it, he will be cured."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and kissed Chu Jiaoli's forehead gently, comforting her to sleep, and said: "Did you hear that? There is a cure for this poison, don't worry too much."
Chu Jiaoli nodded slightly and slowly closed her eyes.
Beigong Tengxiao opened the bead curtain and saw Wen Ruyu finishing writing the prescription with a gloomy expression. He frowned slightly and had a bad feeling.
He narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and said: "I will send you out of the house."
Walking outside the door, Beigong Tengxiao looked at him steadily and said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Wen Ruyu glanced at the room, but she didn't care about anything. She sat leisurely on a stone chair nearby, raised a finger and said: "First, her poison was not from the Yousheng Cult."<
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Beigong Tengxiao said in a low voice: "If this is true, if you can cure her, I will definitely reward you with a lot of money."
"Don't be too happy too soon." Wen Ruyu raised another finger and said, "Second, once you take this medicine, if you stop taking it for one day, all your previous efforts will be wasted."
Beigong Tengxiao breathed out gently and said: "I will supervise her to take the medicine on time."
Hearing this, Wen Ruyu half-smiled and half-sarcastically snorted.
Seeing this, Beigong Tengxiao's uneasy premonition became stronger and he asked: "How long will it take for it to be cured?"
"Five years."
As soon as he finished speaking, his collar was suddenly pulled up. Beigong Tengxiao glared at him and said, "You say that again?"
Wen Ruyu looked at him seriously and calmly, and said: "Five years, not even a day is too much."
Beigong Tengxiao was furious and wanted to punch him again, but he stopped slowly. If the poison was not caused by Yousheng Cult, he had no reason to force him. Thinking about it, Beigong Tengxiao endured it.
Arrogant, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forced himself to be calm and said: "Is there no other way?"
Wen Ruyu smiled bitterly and said: "Beigong Tengxiao, you and I have no grievances, so why should I make things difficult for you? That memory of young flowers is also an extremely rare thing. I have never seen it a few times since I was treated. If you
If you don’t believe me, please find another job.”
Beigong Tengxiao's hands kept tightening, and his veins were pulsing. He was so angry that he pushed him away violently, blood spurting out of his mouth, and his heart was stinging like thousands of needles.
Wen Ruyu raised her hand to straighten the collar that was messed up by him. Seeing his frequent haircuts, she was not surprised. She just glanced at the room and said, "Your Highness, please stay. I will leave."
After a while, Wen Ruyu left, Beigong Tengxiao opened the door with a gloomy expression, and saw Chu Jiaoli, who was supposed to be lying on the couch, but was now sitting in front of the desk, holding a brush in her delicate hand, and writing something with her head down.
.
He was stunned for a moment. Seeing that she was not far from the door, his heart still couldn't help but skip a beat. Seeing that her expression was calm, as if there was no storm, he slowly walked to her side and raised his hands to touch her shoulders.
, said: "Li'er, why don't you take a good rest?"
Chu Jiaoli showed a faint smile, stretched out her index finger with one hand and pointed at the book beside her, and said: "While I am still literate, copy some things."
Beigong Tengxiao suddenly frowned, his expression gloomy: "Li'er, what did you say?"
Chu Jiaoli still calmly copied the text and said: "Your Highness, you and I have promised not to hide anything from each other."
Beigong Tengxiao's hand on her shoulder suddenly tightened. After a long time, he said: "Li'er, any decision I make will definitely be for your consideration."
Chu Jiaoli slowly raised her head, showed him a gentle smile, and said: "Your Highness, it's only been five years. You will supervise my concubine to take medicine, right?"
"Yes, I will definitely do it." Beigong Tengxiao looked into her eyes and promised seriously.
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli's hand gently touched the back of his hand without saying a word.
Prime Minister's Mansion.
Wen Ruyu opened the door and saw a girl sitting on a gorgeous chair. The girl had her legs crossed. She stared into his eyes from the moment he opened the door, her eyes were gloomy and showed displeasure.
