Mo Ronyan opened his eyes, his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion. The color of the beautiful Ronyan faded away, leaving only pale and fragile body.
He looked at Su Ruotang steadily and curled his lips, "Madam is reluctant to die for her husband."
Su Ruotang bent down and placed his green-white fingertips on his wound covered with gauze. He smiled innocently and harmlessly, and said in a soft and slow voice, "Yes, I won't let you die."
"I will make you live, not, die!"
The last four words are sweet but full of threat.
After saying this, she tilted her head and smiled, straightened up, walked to the table, took a pen and paper, and started to write a prescription.
"Shen Shi, take the medicine according to the prescription, three times a day."
Shen Shi responded and pushed the door open.
After seeing the prescription in his hand, his hand shook and he almost lost his grip on the prescription, and looked at his Highness sympathetically.
Looking at Shang Shenshi's sympathetic eyes, thinking of Huang Lian from the last ten years, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in Mo Ronyan's heart.
"Shen Shi, read the prescription."
"Don't read, go get some medicine."
Almost as soon as Mo Rongyan finished speaking, Su Ruotang's cold tone followed.
Shen Shi's hands shook and he had a strong desire to survive. "Your Highness, I suddenly have a headache and can't see clearly. I'll go find a doctor to take a look."
The last note has not yet fallen, but has been replaced by the sound of the door closing.
Su Ruotang sat at the table, holding her chin in one hand, looking at Mo Ronyan coolly, but her tone was extremely gentle, "Your Highness, I will feed you the medicine with my own hands later."
Shen Shi just closed the door: "..."
The princess's tone sounded like Pan Jinlian coaxing Wu Dalang to drink medicine.
I really want to ask His Highness if he is touched.
Mo Ronyan: "..."
After a moment of silence, he asked with a glimmer of hope: "No Coptidis?"
Su Ruotang smiled and said: "Don't worry, no."
It’s just that there are qili flowers that are more bitter than coptis.
When Mo Ronyan heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just fine without Coptis chinensis.
It's not that he's afraid of hardship, it's the ten years of Coptis chinensis that really isn't for people to drink, and it makes him doubt his life.
Not long after, Shen Shi brought the prepared medicine.
Since Wu Yi was retained, Qian Xian transferred everyone else away and did not send anyone to monitor Mo Ronyan and others.
Wu Yi and others leaned against the door, looking at the medicine bowl in Shen Shi's hand, he grinned, "All fresh herbs?"
Shen Shi held his breath, with a bitter look on his face, "Senior, is this medicine really okay?"
Wuyi silently took two steps back, pinching his nose, with a vague sense of schadenfreude in his eyes, "No problem, the remaining poison of the short arrow in your highness's body can be removed as soon as possible."
It's just a little bitter.
"Go, it'll be even more painful if it's cold." Wuyi finished speaking and closed the door.
Mo Jinming and others looked at the bowl of pitch-black concoction with a deep look on their faces, closed the door quickly and went back to their rooms to rest.
Shen Shi silently felt sorry for His Highness and knocked gently on the door.
"Princess, Your Highness's medicine is ready."
"Come in."
As Shen Shi opened the door, the bitter smell of medicine instantly covered up the smell of incense in the room with an extremely arrogant attitude.
Su Ruotang blinked blankly.
Qilihua is so bitter?
After a moment of silence, she asked Shen Shi, "Do you use dried flowers or fresh ones for Qiruihua?"
"Fresh."
"...Who told you to use fresh ones?"
Shen Shi: "Senior Wuyi said that if all the medicinal materials are replaced with fresh ones, the medicine will be more effective."
Su Ruotang: "..."
She glanced at Mo Ronyan with gloating.
Fresh herbs are more bitter than dried ones.
Mo Ronyan's expression cracked as she looked at the medicine bowl on the table in disbelief, "Madam, do you want to die as a husband and then find fresh flesh?"
Su Ruotang walked to the window, opened it, nodded with a smile, "My husband is so smart."
Mo Rongyan squinted his eyes, took out the crabapple red emerald hairpin from under the pillow, and shook it slightly.
The man's cold voice, accompanied by the sound of golden bells, was filled with chills in his beauty, "Can you support your wife with your fresh body?"
Su Ruotang narrowed her peach blossom eyes and raised her small chin, "Linqinju's daily income is not low."
The implication is that not only can I support myself, but I can also support my children.
Mo Rong, Yan Junqingjun's heart was heavy and his face was expressionless.
He sat on the bedside and fiddled with the stamens of the begonia flowers with his cold white fingertips, causing the sound from the golden bell to become more and more urgent.
Like the sound of beauty crying in the dark night.
Shen Shi, who knew his habits, knew that this was a sign that His Highness' patience was exhausted.
hiss--
He seemed to see His Highness's jet-black hair gradually turning green.
Glowing green.
The expression on Mo Rongyan's face was always indifferent and elegant, but Shen Shi could clearly feel that he was colder than usual, as if he was an immortal.
The temperature inside the house also gradually dropped.
Shen Shi coughed slightly and reminded: "Your Highness, Senior Wuyi said that the medicine will be more bitter when it is cold..."
Su Ruotang leaned against the window edge and added slowly, "It's not particularly painful, it's only three times as painful."
Mo Ronyan lifted up the quilt on his body with his long fingers, casually hooked his fingertips on the loose skirt of his clothes, and stood up slowly.
Shen Shi quickly stepped forward to support him: "Your Highness, you should stay in bed more often."
Mo Ronyan acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and walked towards the table with his feet up indifferently.
His dark hair was all spread behind him, and his clothes were hung loosely on his body, giving him a messy look.
Standing in front of the table, he lowered his eyes and looked at the dark concoction in the bowl.
After a while, he pushed away Shen Shi's support, slowly picked up the medicine bowl and walked towards Su Ruotang.
With the last experience of being fed him coptis concoction, Su Ruotang saw the opportunity very quickly and walked out the door.
After taking just two steps, there was a painful groan from behind, followed by the sound of breaking porcelain.
She gritted her teeth and turned around slowly.
Mo Ronyan's body was shaky, and he covered the wound with a pale face, saying in a low voice, "The wound hurts."
Su Ruotang looked at the frail look on his brows and felt that there was a hint of grievance in his voice.
Wronged?
The doggy man deliberately knocked over the medicine bowl and is he still pretending to be aggrieved?
Taking a deep breath, Su Ruotang smiled softly, "It's okay, just make another bowl."
Shen Shi's desire for survival was overwhelming again. He lifted up the carpet and wrapped up the broken bowl. He quickly closed the door and disappeared, leaving behind a sentence, "I'm going to make some medicine first."
Things between masters are not something that a small person like him can get involved in.
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!
Mo Rongyan hooked his slender fingers on the belt around his waist and was about to speak.
Su Ruotang suddenly walked past him quickly, untied his clothes with green-white fingers, and went straight to the bed.
Mo Ronyan was unprepared and loosened his fingers.
The white silk lining on her body slipped off instantly.
Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and hooked his clothes in time to avoid being almost exposed.
Is the Third Princess in such a hurry?
In broad daylight, he was still injured...
I'm afraid it's a bit out of my depth...
