Chapter 8

Gu Yanqing heard the speech, opened the curtain and entered the inner room. For the rest of his life, he followed him.

Bai ruotong was lying on the Diaolan bed with his mouth tightly closed. The maid on one side is trying to pour the medicine into her mouth. She shakes her head and shrinks back.

Gu Yanqing saw tears in her eyes, Qiong nose red, a soft heart, quickly walked with her: "why not take medicine?"

"Your Highness, can you stop drinking? It's too hard. " Bai Rutong pleaded in a soft voice. This "Highness" looks like a kind-hearted person. She vomited blood on his robe. Instead of blaming him, he took her to the house for treatment. If you plead with him, he should not force himself to drink medicine.

Bai ruotong is not afraid of heaven and earth, but his only fear is "hardship". There is no Western medicine in this dynasty. Drinking such bitter Chinese medicine is red to her tongue. Naked lingchi.

"Go and get some milk tea." Gu Yanqing ordered.

"Yes." The maid, relieved, put the medicine on the small table and turned away.

Bai ruotong flattened his mouth and shook his head: "Your Highness, ruotong's body has recovered. Ruotong doesn't want to take medicine. He just wants to go back to his house. I hope his highness will be successful."

Gu Yanqing pondered for a moment, turned back and asked the rest of his life: "can you not take medicine?"

"Ah..." for the rest of his life, Gu Yanqing's expression was careful and serious, which made him think of the card owner, but he couldn't answer for a moment.

He and Gu Yanqing have been friends for more than ten years, and have never seen any yingyanyan beside him. He suddenly brought back a girl for his own diagnosis, and he was so attentive to her that the shock in his heart for the rest of his life could not be cured for a long time.

"Come back!" Gu Yanqing saw the rest of his life faltering, tone increased, a bit cold and fierce.

"No I shivered for the rest of my life and answered in a hurry.

Bai ruotong flattened his mouth and took a few steps towards the end of the bed. Her skull is very painful, but there is no spare space for her to think about how to escape the fate of taking medicine.

"Take the medicine." Gu Yanqing sits at the head of the bed with a medicine bowl, and reaches out her hand to deliver the bitter medicine bowl to Bai ruotong.

Bai ruotong shook his head desperately, shrunk and refused to submit.

"Is the medicine too bitter?" Gu Yanqing's words softened a few degrees, and her eyebrows and eyes were soft enough to overflow. For the rest of his life, he shrunk his neck and took a cold breath. It was the first time that he saw such a gentle Gu Yanqing.

Is this famous Yama Shura possessed by a ghost?

For the rest of his life, he looks at Zhao Cheng, who shrugs and shakes his head, indicating that he doesn't know why.

Bai ruotong nodded. It's not just too bitter. It's as bitter as a sharp knife cutting her tongue.

"Change a bowl, it's not bitter." Gu Yanqing took back the soup bowl and told the rest of his life.

"Your Highness, good medicine tastes bitter and cannot be changed." Return for the rest of your life.

As a doctor for the rest of his life, it is impossible to lie to Gu Yanqing. He said it's not exchangeable, of course it's not.

Gu Yanqing thought for a moment, holding the soup bowl close to Bai Rutong again: "eat."

Bai ruotong clenched his lips and teeth, shook his head as if he were dying, and his fingers pushed away the medicine bowl in his hand.

Gu Yanqing twisted her eyebrows, took a mouthful of medicine with a spoon, and handed it to Bai ruotong's mouth: "open your mouth." His voice was irresistible, low and cold.

The people in the room were holding their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound.

Bai Rutong was frightened by Gu Yanqing's sudden cold tone. She lowered her eyes and looked at the black soup. Her tears rolled in her eyes.

She was wronged. She had a good life, but suddenly she was forced to drink soup. Thinking that his weak body would be associated with the Decoction in the future, tears fell from the corner of his eyes and hit Gu Yanqing Xiu's thumb holding the spoon.