After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 97 Why don't you go to Fuzhou?
He looked away with a seemingly indifferent face, passed Su Jiu'er into the carriage, and sat on the small couch where he used to read the brochure.

Shen Yuzheng sat on the seat under his left hand, and called out pitifully, "Your Majesty."

Only then did Yan Yunxiao come back to his senses, glanced at Shen Yu lightly, and said lightly, "What did the imperial doctor say?"

Although the question was for Shen Yu, his eyes fell on the back of Su Jiuer's head intentionally or unintentionally, paying attention to her reaction.

Shen Yuxian touched her chest with delicate hands, and said softly, "There is nothing serious. The imperial doctor just said that he was frightened and his mind was shaken. It will be fine after a few days."

He gave a "hmm" and said lightly, "It's fine if nothing happens."

Shen Yu's personality is also relatively sensitive, seeing that Yan Yunxiao didn't intend to continue talking, she followed the trend and sat quietly without making a sound.

At this time, the carriage was already slowly moving, and the wheels made a muffled sound as they rolled across the street. The episode ended like this, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

The carriage was still very quiet, but it didn't have the empty and lonely feeling just now.

Perhaps it was because there were suddenly two more people in the carriage.

However, Su Jiuer was always the only one in Yan Yunxiao's sight.

He picked up the booklet again and began to flip through it, but the booklet is just a cover in his hands now, and his gaze slowly fell on Su Jiu'er's back without knowing when it started.

It seems that it was only after everything was settled that he tasted a sense of joy that quietly seeped out.

I don't know exactly why he was happy, but Su Jiu'er came to him with the expression of vowing to follow him to Tongzhou, which satisfied him and made him secretly happy.

The gaze moved, from the back of Su Jiu'er's head to her petite back, and her curved legs.

What fell into sight were the torn clothes and a little scar.

Su Jiuer moved, took out a small ointment from the cross-body bag, and applied some medicine to her calf that was scratched by the arrow just now, then rolled up her sleeves to show the red spot on her arm that was rubbed on the ground. place, blowing gently.

His fingertips moved, as if he really wanted to ask Su Jiuer to come over and let him see for himself whether the wound was serious or not.

But Su Jiu'er was obviously in the state of "I'm too lazy to talk to you", and he was also very arrogant as a monarch, so he didn't want to say that first.

Besides, there is still Shen Yu here, it is even more impossible for him to lower his head first.

So there was no further action.

As an outsider, Shen Yu made it clear to these two people.

His Majesty held up the book and read it for half an hour before looking up at Concubine Su, but Concubine Su was sullen at him and refused to talk to him, making Shen Yu feel bitter.

When will she be with King Qi openly and aboveboard?

King Qi's orders to her were still in her ears, and it seemed that at this moment, she had the determination to go all out and strengthened her choice.
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The carriage traveled day and night, and would not stop to rest when it was not necessary.

Su Jiuer failed to bring a lot of luggage that she had prepared, and only brought some simple masks and the medicine that Yan Yunxiao usually took, and the small bag that she took from Qing Zhi, and there were only a few clothes in it for her to change and wash. clothes, not even a slightly thicker robe.

Fortunately, it's not really cold yet, and most of the time she sits in the carriage, and she has never been ravaged by the wind and the sun.

But the long and bumpy drive also made Su Jiuer feel the pain of motion sickness.

Under the consultation of the imperial physician, Shen Yu had to take a dose of medicine every three to five days to feel better.

Her face was visibly haggard to the naked eye, and she was lying on the couch half asleep and half awake, looking very weak and pitiful.

Su Jiu'er opened the curtain of the car, and saw the setting sun in the sky, a kind of faint yellow with a very texture was painted on Yan Yunxiao's body, his black cloak fluttered gently in the wind, and his slender shadow was on the ground.

He was walking in front of the carriage on horseback, his posture was upright, as firm as a mountain, and every inch of his progress seemed to be firmly telling that there was no smoke of gunpowder in this battle, and there was no retreat at all.

A kind of awe-inspiring aura grabbed Su Jiu'er's heart suddenly, and she couldn't help but imagine that Yan Yunxiao was like this on the battlefield?
Like, kinda cool.

Su Jiu'er didn't realize that she had been staring at Yan Yunxiao's back for a long time, and when Yan Yunxiao looked back, her gaze was caught.

Yan Yunxiao raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "What are you looking at?"

To be honest, it has been seven or eight days, and Su Jiuer still has a sulking feeling and has not taken the initiative to talk to Yan Yunxiao. Even if he is decocting medicine, she just serves him to drink in a sullen manner.

Shen Yu only thought that what Yan Yunxiao drank was also medicine for motion sickness, so she didn't suspect anything, after all, she was so devastated that she couldn't take care of herself.

The way Su Jiuer looked at him just now was so gentle, even a little obsessed, which gave Yan Yunxiao the illusion that there had never been any barrier between him and Su Jiuer.

So he spoke first.

Su Jiu'er was pulled back to her senses by the sound, her gentle eyes collided with Yan Yunxiao's eyes looking at her, his head tilted slightly, with a hint of a teasing smile.

Su Jiu'er's face turned red with disappointment.

She looked away embarrassingly, looked up to the sky, and then changed the subject and said, "It's too stuffy in the carriage, so I need to come out to catch my breath."

It is true that there are too many people in the carriage, and it is uncomfortable.

Yan Yunxiao's horse walked a few steps slowly under him, leaned against the side of the carriage, and then heard Yan Yunxiao say to her, "Come."

Before Su Jiu'er was ready, Yan Yunxiao's powerful arms scooped her up, grabbed her onto the horse's back, and sat firmly in front of Yan Yunxiao, in his arms.

In an instant, the green herbal smell and the scent of bamboo leaves that Yan Yunxiao's body often smoked surrounded Su Jiu'er. His chest was firm and firm, and he pressed against Su Jiu'er's back tightly.

Even through several layers of clothing, Su Jiu'er could still feel the subtle feeling of the other party's body temperature.

He gently pulled the cloak, covering half of Su Jiu'er's small body. From any angle, Su Jiu'er was snuggling in Yan Yunxiao's arms like a bird clinging to someone.

Lang loves concubine, envy others.

Because of the height difference, Yan Yunxiao's chin just touched the back of Su Jiu'er's head. When he lowered his head slightly to talk to Su Jiuer, his warm breath sprayed on Su Jiuer's ears.

Not to mention that Yan Yunxiao is unparalleled in appearance, and his appearance is even more unrivaled in the world. When he gets rid of his stern aura and talks to Su Jiuer in ordinary times, his voice can be regarded as low and gentle, and his extremely magnetic voice is like a strand of hair Si was drawing circles along Su Jiu'er's ear.

Itchy, she shrank her neck and blushed even more.

He said, "Why, you don't want to go to Fuzhou?"

(End of this chapter)