"You have a fever, you must cool it down first."
He Yuzhang frowned slightly.
Song Wan Ning opened her eyes with difficulty, bit her pale and dry lips, and looked at the man pleadingly, "Please, please, don't call the doctor."
After saying that, he felt dizzy and his whole body fell into darkness.
He Yuzhang was stunned, took the woman's arm and shook it, "Song Wanning? Song Wanning?"
Why is she so afraid of the government doctor?
Qing He stood aside, very anxious. Although she didn't know why her master refused to call the doctor, she knew that Song Wanning must have her own motives.
He quickly dispelled He Yuzhang's doubts.
"Your Majesty, I have forgotten that my aunt was always sick when she was a child, and she often asked the doctor, which left nightmares in her heart."
Hearing this, He Yuzhang lowered his eyes and glanced suspiciously at the master and servant.
He lifted the quilt and picked up the woman.
The sweat was sticky, which made He Yuzhang frown dissatisfied, but a strange fragrance hit his face again, making him even more uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty, you?" Qinghe quickly took another cloak to cover the woman to prevent her from getting cold again.
"This bed is soaked with her sweat. I can't sleep on it anymore. Go to my courtyard first."
After saying that, He Yuzhang tightened his cloak and carried the woman to his yard.
He gently put her on the bed, immediately went to get a bottle of medicine from under the desk, and gave the woman two pills to take.
He stood up and ordered.
"This is a pill refined by the master of Fuyun Temple. It should be able to lower her temperature. Please change her into clean clothes."
Qinghe responded, "Yes."
He Yuzhang turned around and left the inner hall, and ordered Yuan Bao to prepare more charcoal fire to put in the room.
After all the fuss, it was already late at night.
Qinghe was exhausted mentally and physically, and couldn't hold on any longer. He leaned against the bed and dozed off.
He Yuzhang pinched his eyebrows and put down the Buddhist scripture in his hand.
"You go down and rest first. I'll sleep on the soft couch tonight."
Qinghe said in surprise, "How can this be done..."
He Yuzhang waved his hand and interrupted: "Okay, if you fall ill again, who will take care of her tomorrow?"
Hearing this, Qinghe no longer refused, bowed his knees and left.
He Yuzhang took the quilt and was about to sleep when he heard a breathy voice behind the screen.
"Hot, so hot..."
He grabbed an oil lamp and walked in, placing it beside the bed. He saw that the woman's face was unusually rosy, the quilt had been kicked aside, and her body was twisting like a snake.
His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, as if he was holding back something?
"Isn't the fever gone? Song Wanning, what's wrong with you?"
He Yuzhang frowned, sat down sideways, and just put his hand on the woman's forehead.
Song Wan Ning's eyes suddenly opened. As if she had found a pillar, she immediately clung to the man and wrapped her slender arms around the man's neck, pulling him in.
The hot face was close to her, and Song Wanning felt very comfortable.
I couldn't help but rub it.
"Song! Wan! Ning!"
"open!"
Unexpectedly, the woman would fight back against him. He Yuzhang was stunned for a moment, then his handsome face became rosy, and his whole body was pressed tightly against the woman.
"So comfortable."
The woman pinched the man's cheek hard and couldn't help but moan.
But as if the coldness wasn't enough, she wanted more. Her slender fingers suddenly pulled open the monk's robe on the man's chest, and caressed the strong body. She felt very comfortable.
But...she's still so hot!
Being touched like this, the man felt his body stiffen and his throat rolled unconsciously for a moment.
"Song Wanning! Do you know where you are?
He Yuzhang squeezed the beads in his hand, with a sullen face, and asked coldly, but the woman didn't respond to him at all.
Just focus on doing your own thing.
wrong!
Her eyes are wrong!
He Yuzhang suddenly noticed something was wrong with Song Wanning.
Although this woman wanted to climb into his bed, she definitely didn't have the guts to use force!
He Yuzhang turned over suddenly and pressed the woman under him.
Losing the comfortable coldness, Song Wan Ning pouted her mouth in dissatisfaction and twisted her body vigorously.
"Hot, so hot!"
"do not move!"
He Yuzhang groaned, restrained the woman beneath him, clasped her arm with his backhand, and felt for her pulse.
A moment.
His narrow eyes suddenly opened.
Hot poison!
"How could you be poisoned by heat?"
He Yuzhang frowned. He had read in ancient books that there was a secret technique to control bed slaves in the Western Regions. The poisoning would occur once a month. He had to be intimate with the person and release him before he could be relieved.
Otherwise, he will die from the heat of lust.
"Hot, so hot."
Song Wanning felt her whole body getting hotter and hotter. She wanted to hug the sweet spring in front of her and breathe in it heartily, but her body was suppressed by something.
She couldn't move.
So sad.
He Yuzhang's eyes were full of shock. He lowered his eyes and looked at the increasingly uncomfortable woman beneath him.
"Is this your plan?"
The man's voice was hoarse and his eyes were filled with suspicion.
"It's so hot, brother-in-law, I want to..."
Suddenly, Song Wanning broke free from the man's restrained hand, grabbed the man's neck suddenly, puffed up his chest, and kissed him...
