Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 119: The Man of God (1)
After the meal, Zhan Beilie looked at the dark pretty face, gloomy breath, and the cold summer that was written with "don't get close to strangers", and his intestines were twisted when he thought about it.

Suddenly, the Daqin God of War raised his sword eyebrows, pulled the Bingshan beauty and walked out, and said with a smile while walking, "This king will show you a secret."

Zhan Beilie led Leng Xia around to find a wing room, opened the door and entered.

This is a small wing room, the decoration is warm without the coldness of King Lie's mansion, there is a childish poster on the wall, and there are a few rattle-like children's toys on the cabinet.

Leng Xia looked around and thought that this was the room Zhan Beilie lived in when he was a child.

Zhan Beilie walked to the middle of the room, knocked on the floor a few times, a floor tile made a hollow sound, Leng Xia raised his eyebrows, and made a secret move.

Opening the floor tiles, Zhan Beilie grinned, took out a stack of old scrolls, and raised them towards her like offering treasures, and said with a smile: "When I was a child, my father was very strict, even in this vacation villa, every day I would To read and practice calligraphy, these are the comic strips I secretly hid, once the emperor is not here to read them, I will take them out to read."

When Zhan Beilie said this, there was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, probably because he recalled the joys of his childhood, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up.

Leng Xia glanced at the stack of old books that could no longer be worn out, took out a book from the middle, and opened it leisurely.

then……

Then the iceberg beauty's face darkened again...

She raised her head slowly, and asked in an extremely unbelievable tone, "Is this the book you read when you were young?"

Daqin God of War stayed in the good memories, completely ignored the deep meaning in her words, and answered honestly: "Well, let me think about it, I was five years old then."

Various emotions flashed across Leng Xia's eyes, surprise, bewilderment, contempt... and finally turned into... respect!
She patted the comic book in her hand into Zhan Beilie's arms, pursed her lips and nodded, and said seriously, "The Great Qin God of War, he is truly a god!"

After that, he turned and walked out of the wing.

At this moment, Zhan Beilie finally found out that something was wrong, suspiciously opened the book in his arms, his face turned livid, the corners of his mouth twitched non-stop, and his eyebrows frowned.

On the scroll in the hands of the Great Qin God of War, three big characters stand out: Spring Picture.

After a night of boating and swimming in the lake, it rained for several hours, and in the evening, Leng Xia went to bed early.

Naturally, Zhan Beilie would never be able to fall asleep. There was a "creaking" sound of grinding teeth in the whole room. Daqin God of War was biting his quilt and thinking hard. If you forget the sky, will the sky kill me?

In this infinite resentment, Zhan Beilie thought for the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

After getting up, he walked towards the wing room where Leng Xia was, no matter what, he explained clearly first, and the lioness could not be misunderstood!
At this time, the sky was already bright, but Leng Xia didn't get up for a run for the first time. She lay on the bed and sighed helplessly. This princess's body still needs to be exercised. She who had never been sick had a fever after being exposed to the rain once in ancient times. up.

This is simply a disgrace to the King of Killers!

Zhan Beilie took a few deep breaths at the door, puffed up his chest, pushed the door in with heavy steps, and what he saw was the frowning Leng Xia.

Her face was flushed unhealthily, and thin beads of sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead. It was still a bit hot in early autumn, and she actually covered her with two quilts.

Zhan Beilie's heart sank, he had already guessed the problem, and shouted outside in a deep voice: "Mu Tian, ​​go back to the palace and find the idiot!"

After finishing speaking, he poured a cup of tea on the table, strode to Leng Xia's bed, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and asked softly, "How is it?"

Leng Xia took the tea he handed over, half sat up and drank it in one gulp, shaking her head, "It's okay."

Zhan Beilie pressed Leng Xia back on the bed and lay down, tucked the corner of the quilt, and patted her comfortingly. Looking at her cheek, he felt regret that he had never felt before. If he hadn't arranged some date, he would have How could it be so.

It was already two hours after Mu Er came to Biezhuang leisurely.

Mu Er walked into the wing step by step at that unique slow speed, turned his dull gaze to Leng Xia, and said, "Feng Han."

Zhan Beilie's face turned livid immediately, and he shouted, "This king knows! Prescribe the medicine!"

Mu Er directly ignored the gloomy and furious expression of Zhan Beilie beside him, took out a porcelain bottle from the pineapple wood medicine box behind him and threw it to him, then turned around, and walked away slowly, with the words clearly written on his back: Small Sesame.

Zhan Beilie took a deep breath, suppressed the rising anger in his heart, took out a grain and fed it to Leng Xia's mouth.

Then he walked out uneasy, and told Mu Yang, "Go find a doctor again."

After finishing speaking, he solemnly emphasized: "Find someone reliable!"

After a reliable doctor came and took Leng Xia's pulse, he prescribed a prescription. After grabbing the medicine, Zhan Beilie took the prescription and went into the kitchen.

In the distance, Mutian Muyang and the servant stared at the kitchen tremblingly, "My lord, how many times do you have to come this day? This old kitchen can't stand your troubles like this!"

Daqin God of War is naturally unaware of the strong resentment of his subordinates outside. He has never done decoction, but for the lioness, he fought!

An hour later, Zhan Beilie took the medicine bowl and stepped out confidently. It was a miracle that he passed the test on the first try.

Of course, except for the burning of the hands, the choking of the nose, and the bitterness of the medicine, everything else made sense.

In the evening, Leng Xia woke up, her whole body was much lighter, she thought it was all right.

Just about to get up, the door opened with a "squeak", and Zhan Beilie walked in with a bowl of steaming soup. In an instant, the room was filled with a bitter smell.

Leng Xia stretched out her hand to take it, without even frowning, looking up like a man, she was about to pour it down in one gulp, but blocked it with one hand.

Zhan Beilie took the decoction back into his hand again, conjured up a small porcelain spoon, curled his lips, and decided, "I'll feed you."

(End of this chapter)