Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Sheng Fu lived in the Princess's Mansion for a month, and Yan He took medicine for a month.

My health hadn't improved in more than ten years, but in just one month, my complexion improved a lot.

There is no trace of his original sickly appearance.

Although I can't compare with ordinary people, at least I no longer cough up blood and I am in better spirits.

The reputation of the Saint Hand became famous once again, and spread throughout the streets of Kyoto.

Before they even moved out of the Princess's Mansion, many dignitaries had already started to inquire about them.

Sometimes people asked about it at the Princess's Mansion, but Yan He only found out after hearing about it from Qiu Fu.

If we didn't take her identity into consideration, we would probably find her directly.

"But having said that, Master Shengfu is really a miracle doctor. Look how well our princess is doing now."

Yan He nodded: "It's really good."

Now that she has gradually merged with her body, she can no longer drink that bitter medicine.

If she drinks any more, she'll almost become just medicine.

Qiu Fu stuffed the hand warmer into Yan He's hand, turned around and began to pack up again: "Now that the princess is well, I can go with her to winter hunt. I have never been there before."

Although she had never thought about going before, she heard that winter hunting was very interesting.

It would be great if you could really go and see it.

And no matter how old she was, she had visited half of Kyoto City, but their princess had never even walked along Jin'an Road many times.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became: "When the general was still here..."

Before she finished speaking, Qiu Fu's expression had changed from joy to fear, and she timidly put down the things in her hands: "Princess~"

"what happened?"

Just now he was chirping like a little magpie in my ear, but now he suddenly became silent.

Yan He hugged the hand warmer tightly, retracted his gaze from the window, and turned around to see her looking as if the sky had fallen.

I couldn't help but find it funny and curled the corners of my mouth.

But she couldn't help but sigh softly, looking at the plum blossoms in the yard, her eyes misty: "Take that fox fur with you, it's cold in the mountains."

“…Eh.”

Qiu Fu closed her eyes, turned her back and patted her mouth hard: "I told you not to talk too much, I told you not to talk too much."

This is great.

"The book says that when people go to another world, they will turn into a wisp of lovesickness because of their longing for each other."

A voice came from behind. Qiu Fu turned back, but she didn't quite understand. She moved closer and said, "What happens if you turn into Acacia?"

The voice just fell.

Their princess turned her head, looked at her with curved eyebrows, and tapped her head with her fingertips very gently.

"Then... just come back quietly to take a look."

"Then has the princess seen the general?" Qiu Fu instantly became interested and squatted down to lie on the armrest of the recliner. "If the general comes, he will definitely not want to leave. If he leaves, he will have to come back."

"The general must miss the princess very much."

Yan He narrowed his eyes and gently pinched her round cheek: "Really?"

"Of course, if the general were here, this year's fox fur would still belong to our princess."

"I think so."

The fire makes people feel groggy and sleepy.

Yan He tucked his head into his fur collar and closed his eyes: "Bring two warm clothes, don't catch a cold."

"I am wearing too many clothes and look like a big dumpling. How can I take care of the princess?"

"I can take care of myself."

"..."

Qiu Fu squatted there, quietly watching her princess fall asleep, then she got up quietly.

I actually feel a little sad.

Their general loves the princess so much, why hasn't he come back to see her for such a long time?

This huge princess's mansion seemed empty without a master.

Yan He originally just wanted to take a nap, but he ended up sleeping until the evening.

When I woke up, the ground was already filled with sunshine.

She didn't even know when there was someone else around her.

"Have you been here long?"

"soon."

There was a small candle lit in the room, and with the little light, Yan He swept his eyes over the man.

He hadn't taken off his cloak yet. He wasn't wearing much and he didn't feel cold at all as he sat there.

Judging from the fact that someone usually takes off his cumbersome cloak when he comes here, he must have just arrived not long ago.

She reached out her hand subconsciously, but before she touched the person, he dodged her.

"Be careful, don't let yourself get cold."

But just now, Yan He already felt a slight chill.

She simply grabbed the man's hand and pulled it towards herself, waiting for the person to get closer.

Then he took the hand warmer from his arms and handed it to him.

"It was very cold at night. You don't have to come here all the time. I'm in good health now..."

No need to stare like that.

Before he could finish what he was saying, he was blocked by an inexplicable gaze.

The accusation in the other person's eyes was simply too obvious.

Yan He's lips moved slightly, and finally changed his words: "I mean, how can you come to see me if you have caught a cold?"

"Isn't Yan Yan annoying me?"

"No."

"really?"

"Of course I take it seriously."

Brother, are you becoming more and more natural? Why do you look like a heartless man when you look at her now?

Yan He thought about it, but he didn't dare to say it, otherwise he would have to comfort her himself later.

Coaxing is secondary, ceding territory and paying compensation are the key points.

Qi Yu waited until the coldness on his hands subsided and returned the things in his hands.

He then pulled the mattress carefully and asked, "What do you want for this winter hunt?"

"Ok?"

"A rabbit? A fox? Or a little tiger?"

"..."

Yan He was not interested at first, but when he heard about the little tiger, he suddenly became interested and became curious: "Raising a little tiger in the yard? Is that okay?"

"As long as Yan Yan wants, it's fine."

"It seems that Kyoto City does not explicitly prohibit the keeping of wild animals in captivity?"

"Ah."

"I will think about it."

She kind of wanted to, but also kind of didn't want to.

After all, there is a huge difference between raising a tiger and raising a cat.

"Princess? General?"

Qiu Fu knocked on the door outside and said, "It's time for dinner. Shall we ask the servants to bring it over?"

"it is good."

Yan He stood up from the recliner. Most of her hair had come undone from the bun she had worn during the day, and her black hair was scattered like ink.

She reached behind her back and took out a hairpin, and was about to put it up casually.

My wrist was grabbed, and then my palm was empty.

The hairpin has been taken by someone else.

The man stood behind her, creating an invisible pressure that wrapped her tightly.

Yan He paused, feeling the beating of his heart speed up instantly, and raised his head with curved eyebrows: "You want to help me?"

"Shall I give it a try?"

"Well, will you?"

“No, but I can learn.”

Qi Yu lowered his eyes and carefully lifted the black hair in front of him, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

The movements were so gentle as if touching a piece of tofu.

Slowly and carefully.

It didn't look like he was combing Yan He's hair, but more like he was praying.