Your Majesty, don't worry

This sentence made Qi Yan speechless again.

"My lord..." The doctor seemed unable to bear it again, and said, "You can go to Wuti City to find a doctor named Zhou Jing, he is easy to recognize, he is old, his family has been practicing medicine for generations, everyone in the city knows , you can find it if you ask. If he thinks the journey is too far and refuses to come, you can grab him by his beard and bring him over."

Su Qingbai: "..."

Liufu: "Huh?"

Lu Chan: "Oh..."

Su Qingbai backed back to the bed with a terrified expression on her face. Unexpectedly, they met again on a narrow road. Wasn't that Zhou Jing the same Zhou Jing who almost died when he slapped her chest while healing her chest injury?

Seeing that Qi Yan had nothing to say, everyone left the house.

After all this tossing, Su Qingbai became more tired, shrinking to the corner of the bed and yawning continuously.

Qi Yan stopped his waist from the back and kissed his hair, and said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng also got a strange rash when he went south to the south of the Yangtze River, and was favored by Imperial Physician Liu. So if Zhou Jing couldn't help it, , let’s go back to the imperial capital as soon as possible, and I will definitely let you live.”

Su Qingbai raised the corners of her mouth and smiled softly, warm as a spring breeze.

"I will marry you this time when I return to the imperial capital, okay?"

Qi Yan buried his head on Su Qingbai's neck, speaking hoarsely.

"Who said that I want to marry you? If I want to marry, you will marry into our Su Mansion so that we can inherit the dyeing cloth workshop in the future."

Su Qingbai turned around and put a finger on Qi Yan's chin, raised his head, but saw a misty glint in Qi Yan's eyes.

"Look, marry me, you're going to cry with joy, aren't you..."

However, before Su Qingbai could finish speaking, Qi Yan gagged her. Inside the snow-white thin shirt, a warm hand was slowly sliding down and rubbing to her waist. Su Qingbai couldn't help but tremble.

Under the halo of the honey candle, Su Qingbai's cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her eyes reflected half an inch of spring light.

"Liufu's ointment came at the right time." Qi Yan kissed Su Qingbai's forehead soothingly, and whispered hoarsely.

The moment she was touched by the cold ointment, Su Qingbai hugged Qi Yan tightly with both hands, resting her chin on his shoulder, with tears in her eyes, she whispered: "Qi Yan... still feels a little uncomfortable..."

"Well, I know, baby..."

Infinite tenderness and distress spread in Qi Yan's eyes.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of the rain on the eaves gradually weakened.

Su Qingbai leaned against Qi Yan, panting slowly, unable to tell whether it was pain or joy, she just felt weak and tired, and didn't want to move, while Qi Yan kept whispering love words in her ear.

The sky was twilight, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, Qi Yan brushed away Su Qingbai's sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, kissed him, and woke up the extremely sleepy Su Qingbai.

"I said, the emperor, where do you get so much energy?"

When Qi Yan wanted to kiss Su Qingbai's lips, Su Qingbai ducked down slightly.

"In the past, it took until dawn to criticize memorials, but now it takes a lot of effort to approve people until dawn. If that's the case, why not do it again." Qi Yan smiled and hugged Su Qingbai into his arms.

"There's a hole in my chest, and my legs are half disabled. The emperor still wants to break my waist, and hang me up on the bed?" Su Qingbai beat Qi Yan's chest with her soft fist.

"You said that, I really think about it."

Su Qingbai: "..." How much did Zhang Zheng make up for him?

Seeing Su Qingbai's charming appearance with tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes, Qi Yan couldn't help but put his lips on it, and pressed him to ask for it again.