Xiao Jiaojiao dressed as a powerful minister

Chapter 92 What Dream
She struggled in the man's arms and hit his back with her fist. She couldn't help pinching his waist before she was let go.

After the man calmed down, his eyes were as cold as ever, and his expression seemed a little unnatural.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's nothing interesting." Shen Cijing suddenly turned around and picked up his sword, as if nothing had happened. With a flick of the sword in his hand, he hit the peach blossoms under the eaves, and the petals fell all over the sky. He seemed a little absent-minded.

Nan Xu seemed to be watching these pictures from the perspective of a third party.

Isn't this a dream?
The woman in the picture is indeed herself, and Shen Cijing's face, hidden under the scorching peach blossoms, is peerless.

Nan Xu felt that her palms were covered with beads of sweat, as if they were drenched. When she grabbed something, the dream was broken into pieces like a mirror.

When he woke up, he happened to meet a pair of deep eyes, staring at him like in a dream.

Suddenly startled, he realized that Shen Cijing, who was beside the bed, woke up. He turned his head and glanced at himself burning Qingning incense. The incense had already been burned out, and the fragrance in the room was a bit weak. According to calculations, it should have been more than half an hour up.

The man just woke up from the dream, and he was a little dazed when he saw the face that was exactly the same as in the dream.

"Axu..." Shen Cijing stood up on the bed, his lips were a little dry, and tentatively called her by her name, cautiously, like holding a fragile precious jade.

Nan Xu realized that the hand held by him was already soaked in whose sweat, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, her eyes inadvertently caught sight of the gauze on Shen Cijing's left wrist, her pupils trembled unconsciously, her fingers grabbed the bedding, and she suddenly lowered her head , and saw himself wrapped with the same gauze on one wrist.

Looking deeply at Shen Cijing, Nan Xu noticed from the red blood in his eyes that he didn't sleep well this time, and his eyes were a little black. She sat up and Shen Cijing hurriedly reached out to help her back, Nan Xu His face was a little rosy, and he didn't know if it was because his body recovered and his blood color returned, or it was because of the turbulent mood caused by the dream just now.

"You kept watch all night?" Nan Xu asked, although she already had the answer in her heart, she couldn't help asking.

Shen Cijing was like waking up from a dream in her words, his eyes gradually cleared up, and suddenly he showed his face and said: "I just had a good dream."

No answer.

Nan Xu supported her forehead, feeling the pain from the wound on her back gradually, she still followed his words and asked, "What dream?"

Knowing that he didn't want her to worry, and deliberately didn't talk about the vigil, Nan Xu simply didn't ask the bottom line.

Shen Cijing took the golden sore medicine, saw that she took the initiative to take off the clothes on the back, and naturally stepped forward to apply the medicine for her, his movements were extremely gentle, during which Nan Xu's face moved slightly, he immediately stopped, and waited for him to recover before continuing to apply medicine.

The man's eyes stayed on her smooth back, only the wound was hideous. After applying the golden sore medicine, he brought a white jade porcelain bottle, dipped his jade fingers into the ointment, and gently applied the ointment on the side of the wound for her. This is the best snow. Cream that works wonders on scars.

After a long time, just when Nan Xu thought he would not answer, the man suddenly whispered in her ear: "Maybe it's a spring dream."

"What?" Nan Xu was still thinking about why the ointment was so fragrant, but she didn't realize it for a while.

Only then did he realize that he was answering her question just now.

His face flushed slightly, and he stammered: "What... spring dream?"

The lonely man and the widow were in the same room, it was really weird to discuss with him about sexual dreams, and suddenly he felt even weirder, that Shen Cijing could actually have sexual dreams?

The big villain, cold-hearted, having sex dreams?

Who else can I dream of, mistress?
Thinking like this, she didn't realize that her brows had been frowned several times in a row, and Shen Cijing had a panoramic view of those expressions after applying the medicine for her.

"Why, Ah Xu seems very surprised?" The man curled his lips, turned to face her, continued to sit in front of her, took a closer look, and found it very interesting to see her changing expression.

"I..." Nan Xu was left speechless for a moment, and said back, "I'm just curious about who you would dream of, let me guess, it can't be that Qingyuan girl?"

"No."

Nan Xu was talking nonsense, Shen Cijing answered seriously, staring at her for a moment, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, a little vague, ambiguous, as soon as his eyes met his, he ran away in a panic.

Nan Xu tried her best to hide the embarrassment on her face, and said with a smile: "The prince is just at the age of youth, so it is reasonable to have some dreams."

In a hurry, the clothes that slipped off his arms were pulled up on the shoulders, and he was so busy talking to him that he almost forgot to put on the clothes.

Shen Cijing didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly sighed, "Yes, he is full of vigor."

Nan Xu couldn't help but pause, feeling that this person was implying something, she pretended not to understand, rubbed her stomach, "I don't know where the sparrow lotus feather is, and I won't come to deliver meals at this hour."

Shen Cijing stopped teasing her and got up, "I'll go find something to eat."

In fact, this time has already passed the time for breakfast. Shen Cijing let Que He Que Ling go to rest since last night, and guarded Nan Xu by himself, and told him not to disturb unless there was an order. The main reason was that Nan Xu's situation last night was too dangerous.

When Shen Cijing came back again, Que He and Que Ling followed behind him, bringing up the meals one by one, and they all showed joy when they saw Nan Xu.

Put the things on the table, stand respectfully aside and wait to be served.

Shen Cijing personally helped Nan Xu get up, took a coat and put it on her back, picked up the porridge on the table and prepared to feed her: "You can only eat light food now, when you get better, I will take you to eat well food."

Nan Xu swept the table and found some light porridge and vegetables, as well as the medicine she was going to drink later.

Nan Xu took the porridge bowl from Shen Cijing's hand, not used to being fed by him, so she held the spoon in the bowl and turned it around a few times to cool the porridge. Suddenly, she thought of something and raised her eyes: "By the way, where is Mr. Xu?" The doctor I looked for everywhere, I have to thank you face to face."

She specially instructed Xu Fancheng not to seek a doctor in Weizhou City.

"The doctor left the city last night." Shen Cijing said lightly.

"So fast?" Nan Xu was slightly surprised, "You arranged it?"

Thinking that Xu was afraid of showing his feet, so he quickly sent him out.

Que He shook her head, "It's not like this princess. The Goddess Doctor insisted on leaving, and the prince and Mr. Xu couldn't stop her, but the Goddess Doctor was really a bodhisattva with a kind heart. He saved the princess's life, but he didn't want any benefits."

Nan Xu narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked towards Que He: "Goddess doctor? This is quite strange."

In this world, there are not many female doctors. I didn't expect to meet Yun Shiran who knows medicine, but now I can meet other female doctors.

Shen Cijing saw Nan Xu's expression in her eyes. From her eyes, it seemed that she really didn't know any strange woman with medical skills. It stands to reason that if she had known Fan Yuruo a long time ago, it was impossible for her not to know about her medical skills.

He cleared his throat, looked into Nan Xu's eyes, and said eloquently, "The doctor's surname is Fan, and his name is Fan Yuruo."

The porridge bowl in Nan Xu's hand was unsteady and slipped from his hand...

(End of this chapter)