Just when Feng Qingyin's lips were about to touch Jian Yi, Jian Yi suddenly darkened his eyes and pushed her out.
Feng Qingyin was almost pushed to the ground by him. Jianyi helped her and finally helped her sit back on the chair.
"Jianyi?"
Feng Qingyin looked surprised. She was so close and yet he could still push her away.
Didn't the incense burning in this room make him impulsive?
Obviously, the aroma is so strong! Jianyi took two steps back and finally managed to wake himself up.
I don't know what happened tonight. I seemed to have been a little confused for a while just now.
"I won't touch you until I can think of a way to get you out of Emperor Qiwen's control."
As soon as Jian Yi gathered his breath, and with a little exercise to gather his energy, his consciousness became clear.
He sighed lightly and said: "Qingyin, you saved my life. I will never let you down in this life, but I can't kill you rashly. This is disrespectful to you."
"Jianyi, I..." She didn't need his respect, she just wanted a man now! Jianyi looked at her again, turned around, and left.
"Linglong, Linglong!"
Feng Qingyin was so angry that she really wanted to curse. Didn't Mu Mu see that she was already thinking beyond words?
What's the point of being disrespectful? How can women be respected by men?
What they want is their strong bodies! Damn it! It feels so uncomfortable! Linglong who was waiting outside heard the call and immediately broke in.
Behind the inner hall, the imperial concubine was alone, but Jian Yi had disappeared.
Linglong looked confused and went over to close the window: "Mother, what's going on?
Where is Jianyi… the person?”
"That bastard! That bastard is gone!"
Feng Qingyin gritted her teeth. She had already drank medicinal wine, and then before Jianyi came, she lit incense in the inner hall.
Now, under the double power of medicine, how can it still be withstood?
Doesn't Jian Yi like her very much?
Since you like her, why don't you want her?
Even lighting the incense of infatuation can't take him away, it's so humiliating! "My dear, how are you?"
Linglong saw her teetering on the chair and immediately went over to help her.
As soon as she came into contact with her body, Linglong whispered: "My dear, your body is very hot!"
"I feel bad..." Feng Qingyin's forehead was covered with cold sweat. She took a deep breath and said, "Go and find two good-looking little eunuchs."
"Empress, little eunuch...the little eunuch is not...no..." Linglong naturally understood her current situation.
But, how can the little eunuch help her?
"Then can you find a man for me in the harem?"
Feng Qingyin almost shouted.
Linglong was frightened and said hurriedly: "Mother, please don't make such a loud noise..." Seeing that her face was getting redder and redder, and there was more and more sweat on her forehead, Linglong had no choice but to nod: "
Your Majesty, this slave knows what to do. When you turn around, I will definitely clean up."
"Go quickly!"
"yes!"
...Unknowingly, it has been more than half a month since the mute slave came to Tianji Hall. Recently, Tianji Hall has been quiet.
The palace was also very quiet. In addition to going to the palace regularly to treat the Masked Queen's legs, Feng Jiuer also went out to treat patients in the outpatient clinic on weekdays. Her life was very busy but fulfilling.
That day, after the mute slave served Feng Jiu'er for lunch, he was pulled into the bedroom by Jiu'er.
"This bowl of medicine is mixed with other medicinal ingredients. You can try it."
Jiuer pushed a bowl of freshly brewed medicine in front of him.
"Uh, uh..." What the mute slave meant was, why didn't you ask him to make the medicine?
After getting along for more than half a month, Jiu'er and the mute slave have a better tacit understanding than before. Now, the mute slave only makes two uh-huh sounds, and she basically knows what he is talking about, just like a normal conversation.
"This recipe is my latest development. I have to do it myself. I even have to control the heat. I can't leave it to others."
The mute slave just glanced at her, said nothing, picked up the bowl, and drank directly without asking a question.
However, as soon as he drank the medicine, his eyebrows wrinkled subconsciously. Although his bandaged face made it difficult to see his expression clearly, his suppressed pain could be seen in his eyes.
"Is it uncomfortable?
Does your throat hurt?"
Feng Jiuer looked into his eyes and asked.
She bandaged his face with her own hands, and after treating him for more than half a month, the toxins in the mute slave's body were almost eliminated.
But because toxins have harmed this face for many years, in order to restore his true appearance as soon as possible, Feng Jiuer directly applied the medicine she developed on his face and wrapped it with gauze.
The mute slave didn't say anything. After putting down the bowl, he squeezed the palm of his hand tightly with ten fingers. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and even the gauze was wet, but he still didn't want to hum.
"If you feel pain, just scream out, what does it matter?
I will scream when I feel pain."
If you scream twice, it may not be so uncomfortable, but men these days seem to be very chauvinistic. Even the mute slaves are the same. They are sweating coldly in pain, but they just don't want to scream out.
Is face really so important?
The mute slave still said nothing, but in the end, he directly grabbed the handle of the ancient wooden chair beside him.
Fortunately, the handle is strong enough, otherwise, with the strength he currently holds on to the armrest, he might just grab the handle off.
"If you can bear it, there is a bottle of medicine here, drink it too."
Feng Jiuer didn't want to see him suffer, but this medicine was hard-won and had the function of promoting regeneration of human cells. If he drank it, he would get better.
The mute slave took two deep breaths, then stretched out his sweaty hands, took the medicine bottle, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
The medicine slipped down his throat, and he was in so much pain that his body was shaking slightly, but he still just grabbed the handle of the chair and didn't make a sound.
Feng Jiuer stood aside, guarding him.
The mute slave really trusted her. The bowl of medicine had tortured him to this point, and he could still drink the bottle of medicine without hesitation.
Can such a mute slave not make people feel distressed?
I don't know how long it took, but the mute slave gritted his teeth and finally stood up straight with his slightly bent body, looking at Feng Jiu'er.
My throat still hurts. I could make a monotonous sound before, but now I can't even make a single sound.
But he had no doubts at all. The medicine Jiu'er asked him to drink was absolutely good for his health, and there was no doubt about it.
"Okay, it shouldn't hurt so much now, right?"
Jiu'er breathed a sigh of relief. She felt uncomfortable watching him suffer.
The mute slave nodded, and Jiu'er said again: "Come, sit down, I'm going to change the dressing on your face."
The mute slave is still the same as before. He does whatever Jiu'er asks him to do, even though every time he changes the medicine on his face, it makes his whole body tense up in pain and covered in cold sweat...
