After taking the medicine, Lu Qingtang fell asleep and woke up again on the sixth day.
Her fever got worse.
It was almost twenty-nine degrees. It was September weather. She was covered with a thick quilt and covered with sweat, but she always felt cold.
Su Mu was frightened by her state and had to go to Mo Zeshen for help.
Mo Zeshen was still on official duties at the Yamen. Hearing that Lu Qingtang had a severe fever, he threw away the half-written memorial and quickly rode back to the palace.
As soon as he entered the door, he reached out and touched Lu Qingtang's forehead. It was so hot that it made him feel distressed.
He asked Su Mu to exit the room and closed every window.
Walking to the bed, Mo Zeshen woke Lu Qingtang softly.
Lu Qingtang tried his best to open his eyes, "Mo Zeshen, didn't you go to the Yamen? You came back before lunch time. What are you doing back?"
"I think you're burned out. It's evening now and it'll be dark soon." Mo Zeshen reached out helplessly and scratched her nose.
Lu Qingtang glanced out the window, "I've been sleeping all day, and my head is heavy from sleep."
Every time she moved, her chest and whole body ached, especially her chest, which felt like being pricked by needles. She couldn't help but tremble.
Seeing her trembling with pain, Mo Zeshen couldn't bear it.
He asked: "Do you just want to be hurt to death like this?"
"It's okay, just bear with it for a few days and it will be fine. I can bear it." Lu Qingtang closed his eyes and said vaguely.
Mo Zeshen snorted coldly, "I don't know what you are caring about, but what should have happened between us has happened, and what should not have happened has also happened. Could it be that I want to take the initiative to save you? You are the princess after all. , she is my wife, how can I watch you suffer in vain and do nothing."
"It's okay, just go about your business." Lu Qingtang turned his face, looking like he couldn't listen.
Mo Zeshen stood up and said coldly to Lu Qingtang: "Okay, then I won't care about you. When you die, I will immediately make Lu Qingyue the princess."
After saying that, Mo Zeshen stood up and walked out.
How can this be!
If Lu Qingyue becomes a princess, won't her child be in bad luck?
After Su Mu's recent observation, although Lu Qingyue didn't do anything bad, the soups she made were very interesting.
First, it was used to appetize and aid digestion, allowing Lu Qingtang to eat openly. Once her milk supply was sufficient, it would become clogged, making her breast milk engorgement painful.
This kind of soft grinding and fine foaming is torturous, but it is not noticeable. It is so amazing.
Although Lu Qingyue did not expect that she would suddenly stop breastfeeding at this time, causing the blockage to become more serious, she did have part of the credit for this.
Lu Qingtang mustered up his courage when he thought about being plotted against him and thinking about the two children being tortured by Lu Qingyue.
"return!"
Lu Qingtang, who was lying on the bed, called to Mo Zeshen who had just arrived in front of the door.
Just as Mo Zeshen was about to reach out his hand to open the door, he couldn't help but tremble at the sound.
He retracted his hand and stepped back to the bed.
Holding back the excitement in his heart, Mo Zeshen said tentatively: "You agreed to this. Don't say it was me who forced you later, and don't turn your back on me."
"I know, there's so much nonsense, come on!" Lu Qingtang lifted the quilt and closed his eyes, as if waiting for the execution.
Mo Zeshen then sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to untie her belt, revealing her bellyband.
He could feel Lu Qingtang's body shaking.
"Don't be afraid of Tangtang, I will be gentle." Mo Zeshen comforted softly.
With that said, he untied her bellyband again.
When he saw Lu Qingtang's swollen chest, Mo Zeshen couldn't help but swallowed and turned his head subconsciously.
But thinking that he shouldn't be shy at this time, he should let Lu Qingtang breastfeed as soon as possible, so he turned his face again.
He saw that Lu Qingtang had goosebumps all over his body because of his shyness, "It's okay, he'll be fine soon."
Leaning down, Mo Ze took it deep into his mouth and began to suck her breasts with a baby's sucking movements, while gently caressing her breasts with his hands.
Lu Qingtang was so embarrassed that he forgot about his shyness.
Just bear with it and it will pass. If you bear with it a little longer, it will be fine.
Mo Zeshen spit out the sucked milk, then changed to another one and continued the previous action.
Soon, both breasts were massaged until they became softer, but Lu Qingtang was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat.
"Are you feeling better?" Mo Zeshen wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Lu Qingtang breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling, and he shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just a little cold."
Seeing this, Mo Zeshen quickly wrapped her in a quilt, his eyes full of tenderness.
He seemed to be stimulated by Lu Qingtang's naked body, and he began to become distracted.
Lu Qingtang was lying on a comfortable quilt. Compared with the previous few days, it was unprecedentedly comfortable.
This feeling is still good, but I will never breastfeed again. It will be really painful.
"It's okay, Mo Zeshen, you can go out and let Su Mu come in to take care of you." Lu Qingtang lowered her eyes and whispered to him.
The reason why he kept his voice low was because he was afraid of making Mo Zeshen unhappy. After all, he had just helped her.
It is indeed not very kind to scold the cook when you are full.
Sure enough, Mo Zeshen's face grimaced, "You're facing backwards when you're done with the person, right?"
Lu Qingtang rolled his eyes, "How could it be? I still have a fever. I'm afraid that I will bring the disease to the prince. Isn't this for your sake?"
This was reasonable, but Mo Zeshen was unable to refute it.
"But you can't just drive me away, can you?" Mo Zeshen said, moving a hand to her shoulder.
Lu Qingtang felt a chill down his spine, and felt the warm hands constantly groping the side of Lu Qingtang's face. Mo Ze's eyes were blurred, and his breathing began to become a little unsmooth.
Lu Qingtang was about to cry but had no tears, so he begged: "Then you can't take advantage of others' danger..."
Although she had a slight fondness for Mo Ze, it wasn't like having that kind of indescribable relationship.
As a modern and independent-thinking woman, we should say "no" loudly.
After Mo Ze listened deeply to her words, he suppressed the lust in his eyes and quickly lowered his head to kiss her lips. Lu Qingtang couldn't refuse and allowed him to go crazy.
Feeling his lust that had nowhere to vent and the strong hormonal aura, Lu Qingtang gradually became compliant. She unconsciously took her arms out of the quilt and hugged his head to calm the restlessness in his heart.
After a long time, Mo Zeshen let her go. He let go of Lu Qingtang and said with some frustration, "I know you don't want to, and I won't force you. I will come back to you when you are willing."
The disappointment in those eyes made Lu Qingtang feel guilty and a little distressed at the same time, but more puzzled.
She is used to the fights between men and women on the Internet, and she is also used to the coldness of human nature. She always believes that people only care about their appearance.
A man, and a man with normal physiology, can he really not look at his face?
"You really don't mind my appearance? Sometimes I can't even stand it." Lu Qingtang asked Mo Zeshen.
