"Drink this thing."
The servant took the medicine in his hand and handed it to Hua Mo Chen.
Hua Mo Chen looked at the bowl of thick black soup in front of him, and he was still smelling a little fishy. His brows were tight and his face resisted.
"What is this?"
"Let's take what you've done tonight." The servant looked around and hastened.
Hua Mo Chen listened to his words, the expression on his face was stiff for a moment, and he pursed his lips. His voice was a little hoarse and said, "must I take it?"
"Nonsense! This is the meaning of the third master. If you ruin the third master's important event tonight, he will certainly not spare you lightly. Don't give up and take it as soon as possible. "
After Hua Mo Chen heard the word "Third Master", he took the medicine bowl in his hand and took it in one breath.
After he finished bathing, he came out of the bath, wiped the dripping water and changed into the clothes prepared by the palace people.
It's a thin layer of white gauze.
Because the gauze clothes are too thin, nothing can be covered. On the contrary, there is a kind of hazy aesthetic feeling of half covering the face with pipa.
Long black hair, like ink, is scattered behind.
There was nothing else in his whole body except this gauze garment. He didn't even have a hairpin.
Palace people carried the small sedan chair, wobbly and leisurely carried him to Qiao Yanran's bedroom.
The whole bedroom is very big, and there are not many things in it. It's a little empty. It's bright yellow all around, which makes his eyes hurt.
He was taken step by step to the big bed of the bedroom.
"Please wait for a moment. Your majesty will come soon." The palace man did not squint, lowered his head and retreated.
Hua Mo Chen sits on the edge of the very spacious bed, forcing himself to calm down and serve the fatuous King well for a while.
Don't show the slightest trace.
Half an hour passed when he waited.
Hua Mo Chen had been waiting for such a long time, but he was very sleepy. He fell into the spacious dragon bed and fell asleep.
"Zhiya --"
Qiao Yanran pushed the door of the bedroom open, and at a glance saw Hua Mo Chen lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.
Because it's really late, Qiao Yanran is really tired.
The main reason is that just dealing with government affairs every day can make you really busy. Every day, there are 100 or 200 memorials.
There are even some people who are not sensible, and some trivial things are reported to the higher authorities.
Qiao Yanran went to the bed, reached out and gently picked up Hua Mo Chen, put him on the inside of the big bed, opened the quilt and covered him.
She got out of bed and blew the candle.
Lying on the bed, Hua Mo's curly eyelashes trembled slightly.
He is a martial arts practitioner. His ears and eyes are different from ordinary people. When he fell asleep just now, he was still a little wary. When Qiao Yanran entered the door just now, he woke up for the first time.
He was a little nervous and nervous.
"Hoo -"
the candle in the room was blown out by Qiao Yanran.
Qiao Yanran lay on the Dragon bed, covered the quilt, turned over, closed her eyes, and was about to go to bed when the quilt stirred slightly.
Then Hua Mochen got into her arms, her voice was a little hoarse and trembling, "Your Majesty, I'm ready, please pity me..."
The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.