Ingenuity

Zhuang Hansu stood quietly by the bed, looked down at Qingyan with deep eyes, and stretched out his hand cautiously for a while. He just wanted to touch the hair on his sideburns lightly, but he didn't want to remove it for fear of waking him up. Lightly tapped his cheek twice, Qingyan's face was pale and looked very weak, Zhuang Hansu looked distressed, withdrew his hand, put it to his mouth and kissed the finger that touched Qingyan , with an almost gentle expression overflowing the water, sighed silently.

Zhuang Hansu probably knew that he was a complete jerk.

But what he doesn't know is that all his greed, desire, and possession are reflected in Qingyan.

In fact, without green salt, there would be no Zhuang Hansu.

So, why did you save him in the first place?Just let him die in such despair, and there will be no endless suffering behind him.

Qingyan fell into a deep sleep, and Zhuang Hansu knew in his heart that the Queen used her own way to treat her. Qingyan was poisoned and had his own responsibility. He also thought that the poison might be difficult to cure, but no matter what Find everything.

Qingyan sleeps comfortably, feels good all night, has no dreams all night, and is extremely satisfied, much better than before when she was half asleep and half awake in the car.

Opening her eyes, Qingyan realized that she was already lying on the bed.

Was it Lingdu who saw him fall asleep and sent him to the post house?

Well, with Lingdu's personality, the possibility of it happening is basically comparable to Zhuang Hansu not playing hooligans, which is not realistic.

Looking around again, I found that this is no ordinary inn.

"Did you get enough sleep?"

Just as he was wondering, Zhuang Hansu's voice sounded suddenly, Qingyan was taken aback, blinked his eyes, turned his head and turned to the side of the bed, Zhuang Hansu was lying on his side in the bed, staring at him with relish, still hanging on the inferior With a smile, "Didn't you find such a big living person?"

Qingyan recovered after a while, she had already arrived at Prince Han's Mansion, she couldn't help frowning, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It didn't take long, about a day and a night."

Qingyan said, "I'm hungry."

"It's time to be hungry." Zhuang Hansu propped himself up, tucked Qingyan under the quilt, and easily got over him and got off the bed, "I just made porridge for you."

Qingyan wanted to stand up, but found that his whole body was limp and weak, so he lay down again.

Zhuang Hansu walked over with the porridge without any surprise, "I'm tired of sleeping, let's eat first and then show off!"

Qingyan was speechless, so he let Zhuang Hansu play with him. After sitting up, he reached out to pick up the porridge, but Zhuang Hansu cleverly dodged it, with a mean look on his face, "Don't move around, I have to feed you."

Qingyan looked at him coldly, wishing he had to give him the image of a gentleman, but in the end he held back and opened his mouth to eat porridge without emotion.

Zhuang Hansu fed carefully, and said boldly, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't live long, so you don't need to thank me, just follow me."

Qingyan: "..."

"Do you know what poison the queen gave you?"

Qingyan thought for a while, "It's not about poisoning."

Zhuang Hansu raised his eyebrows, "Is that detoxification?"

Qingyan was speechless, and Zhuang Hansu didn't press hard, "If you don't tell me, I will know sooner or later."

Qingyan swallowed a mouthful of porridge, "Have you cured Yan Zhi's poison?"

Zhuang Hansu pretended not to be angry, and raised his eyebrows, "The poison on your body can be cured only by his poison."

Qingyan frowned, "If you don't keep your word, I will go back to the palace."

"On your way back to the palace, you will be killed by the queen."

Qingyan stared at Zhuang Hansu, Zhuang Hansu, who was not afraid of boiling water, looked at him for a while, then smiled, "It's rare to see you like this, it's really cute."

Qingyan restrained her expression, "It wasn't poison that poisoned me, I'm fine, you go and undo Yan Zhi's poison."

Zhuang Hansu raised his eyebrows, "How do you know what she's giving you, and what she says is what she says? You are so naive."

Qingyan's rare impatience, "I say no problem, it's no problem!"

Zhuang Hansu blinked his eyes, retracted the hand that was hanging in the air to feed the porridge, "Okay, since you insist, I will be a saint for once." Zhuang Hansu shook the bowl, "Do you want to eat?"

Qingyan rolled over, lay down and fell asleep.

Zhuang Hansu shook his head fondly at his back and smiled, "This little temper is still bullish."