The emperor is poisonous: the princess on the pillow

Chapter 22
His tone was very soft and weak, but it was very clear and bright in the lonely room.The wind blew the drapery between their eyes, shaking it, making it seem untrue.

Her eyes tightened for a moment, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, "He's not as shameless as you!"

In her impression, Murong Yi was a very shy person, even afterward he exuded an air of indifference that should not be approached by strangers, it was different from person to person.After all, they have been separated for ten years, and they don't know who she is, and they suddenly have a marriage contract with a strange woman, and anyone who changes her will reject it.

But definitely not the person in front of him.

Not to mention the fairy in white clothes, he is not like him in terms of personality alone!

Mu Qing raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, and then stroked her chest with a painful expression, "I misread you girl, you act soft and weak, I didn't expect that your martial arts are not weak."

Rong Jinyu stared, "When did I say I was weak?"

She tore the cloth away, then lifted the curtain and bent down.He stretched out his hand in confusion and said, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me again?"

"Killing you won't do me any good either."

She spoke quietly, her tone was cold.Then stretched the cloth to measure his length, and said: "Stretch out your arms."

He stretched out his hand in astonishment, and asked questioningly, "Are you going to sew a robe for me?"

She glanced at him, and suddenly heard him chuckle and say: "No girl has treated me so well when I grow up. I'm looking forward to what you will do."

"Then you can look forward to it." She put away the cloth and stretched out her hand to check if his fever had subsided, but he blocked it reflexively.

Then she moved her hand away in embarrassment, and her cold hand was pressed against his forehead, and the coolness spread to her heart. Seeing her move away, she stared at her hand and said, "Didn't I give you a box of ointment? Why doesn't it get better in the past?"

"Do you really think your medicines are panacea?" She looked down at her frostbitten hands, and muttered, "But the swelling has subsided."

She turned her head to see him sitting up, her tone could not refuse, "Don't get up. You lie down before your clothes are done. I have no money to see a doctor for you because of the cold."

He paused and gave him a funny look, "You don't have what I have. Or isn't the richest man a cover?"

She had forgotten that Mu Qing was the richest man in Nanliang.

"That's easy to say, you eat from me, and I will sew your robes for you and live with me. There are also medical expenses. When the time comes, we will calculate together."

She suddenly felt better, took out the needle, thread and scissors, spread the cloth on the table, and cut out a pattern, but he answered with a sideways glance at the person who was lying down again, with a slightly louder tone.

"Can't you afford it?"

Mu Qing smiled and said, "Joke, I can't afford to pay for that?"

Hearing Rong Jinyu's soft snort, he said solemnly: "It's not a few days until the crown prince's birthday, you have to hurry up and practice. I'll prescribe a prescription later, you go to grab the medicine and combine it with the ointment I gave you, and it won't come out." In three days, you will never see chilblains on your hands."

"So amazing? Then you should drive it quickly." She curled her lips, obviously not believing it.

Turning around to see him get off the bed, and still standing in front of the table staring at the fabric in her hand, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you making clothes?"

"It's up to you, anyway, after my clothes are formed, you put them on and get out!" She hugged the cloth in embarrassment and raised her chin, "Didn't I tell you to lie on it? What are you doing down here?"

Mu Qing could always smell that she was deliberately trying to embarrass herself, so she said angrily, "Pen and ink!"

She turned her head and pointed at the desk, "Hey!"

He wrote the house prescription and threw it on the table, walked past her, and couldn't help but take a second look at the strange fabric.

She put down her sewing before taking the prescription, and after reading it without any doubts, she took it downstairs, and after ordering it to Ningxiang, she went upstairs with the food herself.

Mu Qing smelled the aroma of rice and looked up.She handed over the medicine, "Drink it."

This time he picked it up without saying a word, drank it all, and then asked, "What delicious food did you cook?"

"Want to eat?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Mu Qing suppressed her smile, seeing her like that, she knew she must be punishing herself.He simply lay down again.

She smiled slightly, and walked over to bring him the soup, "This is the best thing in the West Wing. You have to double it and give it back to me."

He glanced curiously and said disappointedly: "Ganoderma lucidum? I'll bring you as much as you want. Do you want the Wannian Polygonum multiflorum?"

People are more deadly than people!
"Yes, of course I want such a good thing. It would be even better if you gave me two of your yacon." She looked at him with a smile.

"It tastes good." He skipped the topic directly, and handed the empty bowl to her after drinking, "My things will all belong to my wife in the future. Why don't you reconsider and marry me!"

Her face darkened, and she reached out to take the empty bowl, "Do you still want to stay here, and do you want that piano?"

When Naqin was mentioned, Mu Qing's expression changed.He suppressed his rebellious temper, and gave her a cold look, "If you don't play carefully, I think that sooner or later that piano will fall into the hands of others. Ask me if you want it, it's better to ask yourself if you want to learn it!"

She looked at him quietly, frowned and said: "When you mention that Qin, you seem to be a different person. Honestly, what do you want that Qin for?"

Mu Qing didn't say a word, and lay down with her back on her back.

She didn't leave, feeling that there were many suspicious things about Mu Qing.Robbing her tomb and wanting her piano, is it really just a hobby of treasures and taking it for himself?

Mu Qing slept straight away until night fell, and the room was lit with candlelight, and he saw the person sitting under the light from the side, sewing a robe seriously with a needle and thread, as if his wife was mending for her husband.

He suddenly panicked, looked away in embarrassment, moved his body but startled her.

"Just get up and sit for a while when you wake up," she said.

He leaned against the bed, glanced at her and said, "Did you buy the medicine?"

"Bought it."

"Boil it into a soup, put some salt in it, and soak your hands."

"Isn't it for drinking?" She frowned, thinking it was for drinking.

"Don't say you drank!" He looked over, full of disgust.

"That's not true. Let's see you tomorrow. I told all the maids to go to sleep, and you didn't explain earlier." She lowered her head and continued sewing.

"What's the big deal, you go by yourself."

She paused, and wanted to say a few words, but thinking about it, in the past ten years without a maidservant, she did it all by herself, and now it is naturally possible.

She went downstairs with the lantern, and reheated the food while boiling the medicine.Ning Xiang hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen when she heard the movement, and was startled by her.

Ning Xiang patted her chest and said: "Miss, you can order these things and let the slaves do it, why do you have to do it yourself."

"It's not a big deal, you can go to sleep." She scooped the boiled medicine in the pot into the wooden basin, and seeing that she hadn't left, she ordered, "You don't want to listen to me anymore?"

Ning Xiang stared blankly and said: "It's Miss. If you need anything, just ask your servant."

"Go."

After she left, she brought the food upstairs, and when she opened the door, she saw him holding the unformed clothes, standing in front of the candlelight.The bright light clearly illuminated his appearance, and even the complicated expression on his face could be clearly seen.

He held the fabric and looked at her, "Are you sure you are sewing a robe, not making a fool of yourself?"

(End of this chapter)