Zhu Ronghua smiled bitterly and reached out to take Feng Qingyang's tea.
"No!"
Feng Qingyang pursed her beautiful red lips, like a child protecting a beloved toy. She held the tea cup to one side of her body and stared at Zhu Ronghua defensively: "This is what Xi'er finally cooled me.
, and don’t give it to anyone.”
Chen Xi: "..." Master, this cup of tea is more valuable because of the antidote, not because of my saliva, okay?
Shang Ke and Yao frowned, and said in a trembling voice: "Mother, Your Majesty, he is thirsty..."
She was stared back by Zhu Ronghua when she was halfway through her words. She lowered her head in disbelief, not daring to say anything more.
Under her sleeves, her fists were pale white.
"Your Majesty, drinking cold tea will hurt your health. It's better to wait for me to make you a pot again."
"No! I want to drink this cup."
Feng Qingyang said loudly, as if he was really afraid that someone would steal his tea. He raised his head and drank all the tea.
Chen Xi's eyes fell from his face to Shang Keyao's body. Seeing that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she turned her eyes to Feng Qingyang.
He asked softly: "My lord, are you still thirsty?"
It seems that this guy's face is the same as before, with a kind of innocence in his white skin that makes people unable to take their eyes away. The white jade as elegant as a crescent moon on his forehead exudes a warm light, which makes his lips red and white, making him look like something from a myth.
The general who comes out of the story is elegant and pure. Anyone who reads it can't help but want to protect him and protect the innocence and beauty that belongs to him.
Feng Qingyang blinked her clear and bright eyes, shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm not thirsty anymore!"
Zhu Ronghua's pale face flashed across the corner of his eye, and he suddenly pointed at the crying Shang Keyan and shouted: "Ah! Xi'er, look at that female ghost, she's so scary."
The attention that fell on him was diverted, and everyone looked along the slender jade-like fingers. They saw that the red bubbles on Shang Keyan's face had unknowingly doubled in size, and each one was as big as a peanut.
It's so big, and it's so ugly on a face that's not good to begin with.
In an instant, fear and contempt climbed into everyone's eyes again.
Shang Keyan was so pointed by Feng Qingyang that she stopped crying and raised her head in confusion. When she saw everyone's faces clearly, she felt like a deer, and she hurriedly grabbed the corner of Shang Yaozu's clothes next to her.
, cried and asked: "Dad, what's wrong with my face?"
A disgusting feeling crept into Shang Yaozu's heart. He frowned, quietly pulled Shang Keyan's hand away, took a step back, and sternly asked the servant: "Where is the doctor? Why hasn't the doctor come yet?
"Master, Doctor Zhuang is here."
A young man hurriedly ran in outside the door. It was the same man who had sent the doctor away just now.
Originally, Zhu Ronghua winked at him and asked him to invite another doctor. Unexpectedly, the resolute Mu Ying went directly to Dr. Zhuang's house and quickly invited Dr. Zhuang over.
As soon as Zhu Ronghua heard that Dr. Zhuang was coming, his face covered with makeup and powder showed a mixture of sadness and joy, and Chen Xi's eyes were filled with acne.
Hmm, she was also very curious as to what kind of good stuff Shang Keyan put in his tea!
Shang Yaozu strode out and welcomed Imperial Doctor Zhuang in at the door of the hall: "Imperial Doctor, Imperial Doctor, you are here just in time. Please help my little girl take a look. Her face was burned by the tea..."
Dr. Zhuang is not very old. According to Chen Xi's estimation, he is in his twenties.