In the hexagonal Red Pavilion in the garden, a red lazy figure leaned against the imperial concubine's couch.
The black hair poured down like a waterfall, the pale skin and the red lips could not hide the handsome appearance of a man.
The red robe with gold embroidery thread is draped on the body, and manzhushahua is swaying and shining in the sun.
Such a beautiful picture, people can't move their eyes at a glance.
Looking down, the man seemed to be hurt.
White gauze was wrapped around his right hand, and a trace of blood was seeping from the gauze.
The handsome man didn't say a word, but coughed quietly.
This look, so sick, listening to the low cough from a distance, people's hearts are breaking.
Su Ye stood aside, because he had just come out of the refining pharmacy. He was filled with the smell of medicinal materials, and his sleeve had not been put down. He hurried to the pharmacy.
She was wearing white clothes and holding a bowl of soup medicine in her hand.
She plunged into the refining pharmacy before dawn.
Before going in, he told Feichen to wait for Su to wake up and let him drink the bowl of Medicine on the table.
In the end, he didn't touch the bowl of medicine.
Feichen Leng stood in front of the window of the refining pharmacy for more than half an hour and got her out.
When she came out of the refining pharmacy, Feichen's first sentence was to stop talking
"The master doesn't seem very good."
As soon as she heard it, she couldn't care about the pill she had refined, so she came in such a hurry.
As soon as he came over, he saw the man leaning on the imperial concubine's couch and looking at her with deep resentment.
When she saw Su Qing's eyes, she faintly realized that what Feichen said was not very good, not something wrong with her body.
Finally, he didn't say anything. He took the hot medicine and walked up to him.
Su Ye wants him to drink medicine. He doesn't seem to be thinking about it.
He took her by the arm and took her to my imperial concubine's couch.
The soup in that bowl almost spilled.
Su Qing hugged her and coughed softly
"The benefactor was friendly last night. Why did he wake up so cold?"
Suye did not intend to delve into such issues with him.
Anyway, in his eyes, she had to stick with him for 12 hours, which was friendly. As long as she separated a little, she was cold.
She took a spoon and spoon and fed it to her.
Su Qing looked at the medicine, and the long black eyelashes trembled. After all, the red lips opened gently, and he drank the medicine.
If she gave him the whole soup bowl and let him drink it himself, he would dare to throw it away.
When I gave him the medicine, my eyes swept through his palm.
The white gauze was just changed by her this morning, and now it is stained with a layer of blood.
She frowned slightly.
Then he went to see him again and asked in a low voice
"Didn't you get stabbed in the heart? How did you recover so fast“
She remembered what Feichen said happened in the palace.
The Adam's apple rolled with a sound
"The holy snake blood lotus healed the fatal wound."
Su Ye doubts
"Well, how did it take so long to cure it?"
The bright red lips of the sun tilted up, and the deep eyes looked at her
"The benefactor cares very much?"
Su Ye nodded
"Yes."
Su Qing subconsciously raised her right hand to hold her.
As a result, he was held down by Su ye before he touched it.
Su Ye is very serious
"Your hand is hurt. Don't move."
Su's smile soon dispersed, and he had to drink the bitter medicine fed by Su ye one mouthful at a time.
After half a ring, he spoke
"Because of a sword in my heart, the blood of the witch family suppressed the blood of the red flame golden scale Python in my body.