Qi You'er turned around and nodded slightly, but found that Ting Yu couldn't see her movements at all. She pulled the corner of her lips and smiled bitterly, saying that she was afraid that she would ruin her name.
The festival is actually because she is afraid that she will ruin Yan Hao’s reputation.
Tingyu followed Qi Youer's method and constantly wiped Yan Hao's body with alcohol. I don't know how long it took, Yan Hao's breathing really calmed down, and even the terrible flush on his body was slowing down.
After retreating, I also slept much more peacefully, and even the middle part of my eyebrows was relaxed.
It seemed like I was really asleep this time, and I was slow and I felt relieved. It was no longer the pain I had at the beginning.
Ting Yu gently stroked his forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tinglan got in from outside, "How is it? Are you okay?" He looked at Yan who had been unconscious for fear.
Hao, however, when he saw that he seemed to have improved slightly compared to just now, he couldn't help but pat his chest.
Really dangerous.
Tingyu walked out and pulled the curtain again. He looked at Qi You'er quietly for a long time, then raised his hand and bent his waist slightly.
"Tingyu thanked Miss Qi here."
Qi You'er smiled lightly, with too much fatigue in her eyes. You don't have to thank me, I just did what I should do, he. Speaking of this, she looked at Shaman, but she looked at everything.
Not really clear.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah," Tingyu uncovered the curtain, and Yan Hao's calm breathing sound came from it, and he had improved a lot of skin color.
"The young master has been healthy since childhood and rarely gets sick. In addition, he is an excellent doctor, so this is the first time we have seen him have been so seriously ill. If the young master is conscious, he will definitely not make his body become
So far."
After he said that, he looked directly at Qi You'er, "Miss Qi, Tinglan and I are both men. Although I have been with the young master for many years, my hands and feet are still not as light as those of the women. So tonight, I'll ask you to take care of you."
He stopped Tinglan who was standing aside and grabbed his collar again, "We brothers are outside. If you have anything to help, just give me instructions."
Tinglan's hand kept shaking, "Brother, I haven't spoken yet..." Tingyu snorted, pulled him directly and stood outside the door, and the door was closed. At this time, there was only one in the whole room.
The sound of a man's breathing smoothly.
Qi You'er carefully put the shaman off. This is where he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to Yan Hao's face. His face was still as white as jade, and his expression was particularly clear and beautiful. At this time, his eyes were
Songzhan is more casual than ever before, and has a bit of humanity.
Sometimes she had to admit that the first glance of this man was even ruthless.
She removed her hand and placed it on her forehead. Well, the fever has subsided, it has been much better. She stood up, twisted a wet cold veil and placed it on his forehead, and then it was like this
Looking at him without blinking, she couldn't help but squeezing her fingers lightly. She stretched out her hand, clenched his hand, and clenched it tightly.
"Yan Hao, don't worry, you will be fine," she pulled his hand and put it on her face, gently caressing it, with a faint hazy meaning in her eyes, "You're fine, it's great, it's great,
"She choked and rubbed his hand from time to time, but he was completely unknown.
She felt a chill around her face, then raised her face, and in her hazy vision, she was still the man who had been sleeping all the time. Perhaps only at this time can she approach him so unscrupulously.
He held his hand tightly again, "Don't worry, although Qi You'er is not strong, she will work hard."
She wiped the tears from her face and smiled gently, regardless of whether he could see it or not, she lowered her head again and pressed her face against the back of his hand, feeling the temperature coming from his body, or
It's a bit hot, but it's slowly approaching normal body temperature.
That night, he was sleeping, but she didn't sleep all night. When dawn, the doctor checked and said something that made everyone feel relieved. That is, Yan Hao is fine, as long as he wakes up, there will be no
It's up, and as long as Yan Hao wakes up, he can solve the next thing himself.
After all, his husband was three points inferior to him in the court.
Something happened, just as Qi You'er breathed a sigh of relief, a loud voice came from the door, and a gorgeous shadow walked in as if no one was around.
Qi Youer's body stiffened for a moment, and instinctively felt an inexplicable danger;
The shadow-like eyes turned around on her body for several days, and then she left, and Qi Youer took a deep breath.
Who will tell me what happened? Fang Ning sat down and slapped the table harder. He saw that the wrinkles between Yan Hao's eyebrows seemed to be a little deeper, but he still didn't wake up.
"Princess, please spare me..." At this time, there were several plops, and the imperial physicians knelt on the ground, except for Tingyu, Tinglan, and Qi Youer.
Tingyu raised his eyelids lightly and saluted Fangning, "The princess is polite," Tinglan is also a returned overseas Chinese, and then he kept squeezing Qi You'er's eyes. Wasn't he very smart before? Why are he so stupid now?
Say goodbye, hurry up.
Qi Youer lowered her head, and she looked at her toes, and she always felt so sad. Everyone was obviously human, so why did she kneel?
Her legs bent and she knelt on the ground with her body stiffened.
Fang Ning was satisfied with taking the tea brought by the palace maid, "You haven't told me what happened yet, and what happened to Brother Hao?" She threw down the teacup, and found that something seemed wrong with Yan Hao, and was busy.
He stood up and ran towards Yan Hao.
"Damn slave, how could my brother Hao become like this?" Fang Ning's beautiful eyes flashed with a killing intention, swept over everyone present one by one, and finally stopped on Qi You'er's body.
Qi You'er didn't say anything, she just straightened her back straighter.
"Report to the princess," Tinglan bowed, "Young master is sick. We have invited these imperial doctors and doctors to treat the young master."
"Sick?" Fang Ning was a little disbelief, "How could Brother Hao get sick? Did you let him do something?" She suddenly glared at Qi You'er. That glance really made people feel frightened.
"Young Master's illness is because he is wet with rain and has nothing to do with others," Ting Yu said lightly. He half-squinted his eyes, and there was a little irony on his face. Who knew the most about who made you sick?
Sure enough, Fang Ning's face froze for a moment, then she pulled up her sleeves unnaturally, sat down, and drank tea again, "What's going on now, Brother Hao..." She held the teacup in one hand,