Reborn into a tyrant's sweet and soft petite bag

Chapter 2 Father Has a Fever

Thinking about what happened just now, Qin Ci fell into deep thought.

The "little fortune bag" in this life turned out to be Mu Yanran, and the Mu Yanran in the previous life never appeared in Chengming Palace...

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the top of her head fell, and Qin Ci's eyes showed firmness.

There is a reason why the father of the previous life suddenly died of a serious illness. It was because he stayed up late to correct the memorials when he was young, and did not take care of his body. In the end, he was seriously ill and died young.

The sweet-scented osmanthus soup just nourishes the stomach, she can pick some sweet-scented osmanthus to make sweet-scented osmanthus soup for the father!

……

In Chengming Hall.

After Qin Licheng drove the ministers away with a few words, he continued to review the memorials.

Zhong Shan stepped forward cautiously, "Your Majesty, the servant has already sent the little princess away."

"En." Qin Licheng nodded indifferently.

After the meeting, seeing that Zhong Shan still didn't leave, he frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Your Majesty, before the little princess leaves, let the old servant pass on a message..."

"You're really lenient, don't tell me about her again, she's just a stinky girl."

She was just a useless, stinky girl who would even annoy him. If he was unhappy, he could easily crush her to death.

His voice was as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, Zhong Shan hurriedly shut up and stepped back.

Hey, little princess, the other party's dragon power is too strong, the old slave can't stand it, so I can only help you here!
Qin Licheng stared at him coldly, and continued to correct his memorial.

...

The sky gradually dimmed, the glazed lamps were lit, and a drizzle began to fall outside the window.

After Qin Licheng approved the last memorial, he put down Langmo and moved his wrist.Picking up a piece of glutinous rice in a plate, I can see that the glutinous rice is soft and glutinous, just like the face of a cheap girl...

It makes people want to knead and flatten.

After a while, he came back to his senses, his brows were tightly frowned, why did he think of that stinky girl again.

"Your Majesty, is the glutinous rice not suitable for your mouth?" Zhong Shan asked with concern when he saw the emperor staring at the glutinous rice with an unfriendly expression.

"Don't use this kind of annoying looking thing in the future." Qin Licheng ordered coldly and mercilessly.

"……Yes."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, with thunder and lightning.

"Dong dong dong—" the door was knocked suddenly.

Zhongshan trotted over to open the door, saw the little girl in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, "Little princess?"

Qin Ci smiled sweetly at him, "Loyal father-in-law, good evening, I'm here to see my father."

After finishing speaking, her small body smoothly walked around Zhongshan and came to Qin Licheng.

She grabbed a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus from her sleeve as if offering a treasure, "Father, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus I picked in the yard. It can be made into sweet-scented osmanthus soup to nourish your stomach. My father has a bad stomach. I will make it for my father." !"

Qin Licheng narrowed his eyes, sized her up with unfriendly eyes, and said coldly, "Why are you still here?"

The little girl was wet all over, with a few leaves on her skirt, she was no different from a drowned chicken.

The small eyes stared straight at him, looking extremely pitiful.

The corners of his mouth rose.

Well, I'm in a good mood.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Shan below couldn't help sighing.

The emperor's happiness is always above the pain of others.

Qin Ci's eyes fluttered, she lowered her head and clacked her fingers, her voice was buzzing, "I was thinking about making more sweet-scented osmanthus soup for my father, but I forgot the time, can my father take me in for a night~"

She would never admit that she forgot the time because she wanted to pick more osmanthus flowers to make osmanthus cakes.

Qin Licheng didn't know what she was really thinking. He glanced at her head covered with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, and suddenly became interested. He smiled and said, "Not only are you beautiful...you think beautifully too."

Qin Ci: "..."

Mouth puckered, tears pooled together, she stared at her father without saying a word.

No wonder the kings of all countries want to get rid of their father and hurry up, this mouth is too owed.

Father has never bullied himself like this! !
Life is not easy.

Qin Licheng felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he saw the golden beans rolling in her eye sockets.

Just as he opened his mouth to drive Qin Ci away, his vision went dark, "Ahem...ahem..." He coughed violently while clutching his chest.

Qin Ci quickly threw away the sweet-scented osmanthus in her hand, ran to Qin Licheng's side, and comforted him with her hands.

Qin Licheng frowned, and coughed even harder. Just as he was about to shake off the little girl's hand, he felt a warm claw covering his forehead.

It belongs to a cheap girl.

His body froze.

After a long time, Qin Ci frowned and said seriously, "Father, you have a fever!"

Qin Licheng was taken aback.

He didn't realize it, he woke up after being in a coma for three days, and the political affairs piled up like a mountain, he had already ignored his body.

"Your Majesty, this old servant is going to preach to the imperial physician." Zhong Shan heard that the emperor had a fever, and hurried out to preach to the imperial physician.

The imperial physician was quickly invited, and took the emperor's pulse carefully. After confirming that it was a fever, he wrote a prescription for the attendant, and then respectfully withdrew.

After taking the medicine, Qin Licheng thought his mouth was bitter, so he picked up the water next to him and put it to his mouth just as he was about to drink it, but Qin Ci snatched it away.

With a gloomy face, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What are you doing?"

The ferocious tone and ferocious expression are enough to scare a group of milk babies into tears!
But Qin Ci is very stubborn now!
"You have a fever! You can't drink cold water."

"Give it to me."

He reached out to snatch his cup.

Qin Ci hugged the cup, "You, don't force me to run away from home!"

Royal father is really not worrying at all, you must know that serious illnesses are caused by minor illnesses!

Qin Licheng was taken aback, then laughed angrily, and leaned back on the dragon chair, "If you want to go, go, it's better to run."

Qin Ci ran to the pot where the green plants were planted, poured out the cold water, and ran to the father again, "The aggressive method of the father is useless to me, the father is sick, I have to take care of the father!"

She will never leave tonight!
Absolutely not because of the fear of walking at night!

She raised her small head, her eyes were full of stubbornness, and she looked like she would not leave even if she was killed.

Qin Licheng was absent-minded for a moment, his thin lips parted lightly with a bit of teasing, "You like following me so much?"

Loyalty on the side sighed for the [-]th time.

Little princess, haven't you heard of the emperor's evil name?
He even dared to challenge the emperor's bottom line again and again.

The little girl nodded vigorously, and Qin Licheng smiled meaningfully, "Okay."

Loyalty expression management is gradually getting out of control.

Is this still the emperor?

Seeing that her father had promised her to stay, Qin Ci was overjoyed and climbed onto the dragon couch with both hands. Just as she was about to kick off her shoes, she suddenly dragged herself off the dragon couch with one hand.

Qin Licheng smiled: "You sleep on the floor."

The dirty little stinky ghost should sleep on the floor.

Qin Ci: "..." Suddenly, walking at night is not scary anymore.

In the end, Qin Ci slept on the small bamboo couch where Zhongshan usually rested, and Zhongshan was kicked out of Chengming Palace with the bedding in his arms.

Zhongshan looked at the wind and rain in the yard, feeling bitter.

Why is it always him who gets hurt.

……

midnight,

(End of this chapter)