Xing'er, who had already retreated, came back with a smile on her face and a bowl of hot soup on the plate in her hand.
"Myolie is really becoming more capable!"
Duan Qingyao has always been the most sensitive to smells. She smelled it and smelled the smell of ginger in the air.
Ginger is the best to dispel the cold, but I didn’t expect Xing’er to move so quickly. In just a blink of an eye, Xing’er was already done, which is really unbelievable.
"I dare not take credit, my slave! This ginger soup was specially sent by the prince!"
It seems that the prince is really interested in the young lady!
Otherwise, who would bring a bowl of ginger soup in the middle of the night?
Even she herself didn't think that carefully.
It's actually Jun Yan'an?
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"Oh, put it down! I'm fine here, you should go and rest early!"
Duan Qingyao pretended to be unfazed by the honor and disgrace, but how could Xing'er not see that the young lady's ears turned red.
"Yes, miss, drink the ginger soup while it's hot and rest early."
Xing'er pursed her lips, suppressed laughter, and retreated quietly.
The scalding ginger soup was obviously a bit spicy, but Duan Qingyao tasted the honey-like sweetness one after another.
Although I said I drank ginger soup, I had been soaked in water for too long.
Duan Qingyao, who was tossing and turning, suddenly discovered that she actually had a fever!
She touched her forehead and saw that she had a slight fever.
Duan Qingyao subconsciously wrapped herself in the quilt tightly, thinking that if she drank a bowl of ginger soup before going to bed, she would be fine as long as she covered herself with sweat at night!
Jun Yan'an stood outside the house for who knows how long. It wasn't until he saw the lights in the house turned off that he smiled to himself and reluctantly left the Four Seasons Pavilion.
What's wrong with you?
Like a big fool, even he can't recognize himself.
During the night, Duan Qingyao was really sweating all over, and her inner clothes were soaked through. The wetness stuck to her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.
The illness comes like a mountain falling, and the illness goes away like a thread spinning.
Duan Qingyao felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
But even so, in order to sleep more comfortably, she still cheered up, opened the closet, and changed into a clean set of middle clothes.
As soon as she changed into her middle coat and lay down, she heard a "bang" sound, the window she had closed tightly was suddenly knocked open, and a black figure fell down.
"who?"
Duan Qingyao, who was always vigilant, immediately tightened her grip on the small dagger under the pillow and tensed her nerves.
The light in the room was very dark, and Duan Qingyao could not clearly see the appearance of the person in front of her, but she vaguely felt that the figure was familiar.
Could it be that this was the legendary crime committed by an acquaintance?
"Don't be afraid, it's me, the king!"
Duan Qingyao immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and was suddenly startled by the cold sweat all over his body!
"You're scaring me to death in the middle of the night!"
Duan Qingyao simply lay down, she really didn't even have the strength to stand.
"What's wrong with you?"
Did you lie down when you saw him coming?
A little too enthusiastic?
"That's what I should ask you."
It was clearly a question, but Duan Qingyao's words were soft and feeble. In Jun Yan'an's ears, it didn't sound like a rejection, but like a disguised invitation.
"This is my king's palace. Even you belong to me. I can go wherever I want!"
Jun Yanan spoke righteously and did not think there was anything wrong with his behavior.
What's wrong with a prince entering his concubine's house?
This seems to be true!
Duan Qingyao, who was so confused from the fever, did not refute for a rare moment, but nodded in approval. This made Jun Yanan stunned?
Jun Yanan, who noticed something was wrong, took a step forward subconsciously, "What's wrong with you?"
"cold!"
The drowsy Duan Qingyao raised her eyelids, saw Jun Yanan's concerned eyes, and closed her eyes with relief.
She was so dizzy that she really didn't have the strength to open her eyes now!
Jun Yanan reached out and touched Duan Qingyao's forehead, but he retracted his hand because it was so hot.
His own blood was now gushing and his whole body was feeling hot.
However, Duan Qingyao's forehead was much hotter than her own!
"You've caught a cold!"
Isn't this nonsense?
Duan Qingyao vaguely heard it, but ignored him.
She bent her body into a shrimp shape and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but she was still shivering from the cold.
Seeing her frozen like this, Jun Yanan simply took off his boots, lifted the quilt, and lay down next to her.
She stretched out her long arms and scooped up the trembling Duan Qingyao into her arms.
Duan Qingyao only felt that she was wrapped in a ball of warmth, smelled the familiar sandalwood fragrance, and felt inexplicably relieved.
Not only did she not refuse, she subconsciously leaned into Jun Yan'an's arms.
"Don't move!"
Jun Yanan's voice became mute. He knew that she was not feeling well, but he was not Liu Xiahui!
Especially now, I am like a firecracker, ready to burst into flames, completely unable to withstand any temptation.
But Duan Qingyao, who was in a daze due to fever, could not understand these hidden meanings. She only knew that she was sick now, and since Jun Yanan was here, she had the responsibility and obligation to take care of herself.
Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable!
Duan Qingyao kept looking for a comfortable position in Jun Yanan's arms, touching here and there.
Jun Yanan's voice became hoarse and his breathing became rapid: "Qingyao, stop touching and moving? Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"
If it had been before tonight, Jun Yan'an's words might have had a deterrent effect.
But after tonight, Duan Qingyao saw clearly what Jun Yanan was thinking. What else was she afraid of?
"Okay, you'll be responsible for the consequences! Is it possible that you can still eat me?"
She didn't believe that he could cut off her food and force him to do dirty work like before!
If he dared, he would also dare to overthrow the palace!
After all, the emperor had given a decree that if she could save the prince, she would be the legitimate mistress of the palace!
With the emperor at her back, what does she have to fear?
Duan Qingyao became even more aggressive, as if she was afraid that the big heater in her arms would run away. Not only did she wrap her arms around Jun Yanan's waist, she even put her feet on the prince's abdomen!
However, she seemed to have hit something hard, hindering her ability to express herself freely.
"Take off the sword!"
Who goes to bed with a sword?
Duan Qingyao clenched the hilt of the sword in dissatisfaction and tried to pull it up!
Jun Yanan groaned and his face turned green.
Does she know what she is holding?
"Let go!"
Seeing that she was sick, he tried his best to hold back his lust, but she was fine!