Pregnant with God of War after escaping from marriage [Transmigration Book]

Qi Wu, who just got an incurable disease like this, is currently curled up on the bed wrapped in a quilt, dizzy.

Shang Fuheng dismissed the government doctor and Yi Lanxuan's servants, thought for a while and went back to Qiwu's house, all he saw was a pitiful little person.

The cunning rabbit with its teeth and claws in the past has now turned into a miserable little white rabbit. Shang Fuheng stood beside the bed and talked to him with great interest: "Yao Zhu asked if I could prepare some porridge and soup for you. For food, I said that you didn’t eat anything early in the morning. I said no, you won’t be able to eat for a few days, and I also said that you probably won’t starve to death after a few days.”

If it were normal, Qi Wu would have rolled his eyes already.But now Qi Wu's head is so dizzy that he doesn't even know that there are more people in the room. The voice of Shang Fuheng's speech is like a natural noise, which is completely out of his head. Clear, let alone bickering with Shang Fuheng.

Shang Fuheng who did not get a response clicked his tongue softly.

Qi Wu's symptoms are getting worse and worse. Last time when the low-grade fever just started, he could still say a few words, but this time he couldn't babble at all... Thinking of this, Shang Fuheng thought about how he occasionally You can also be an individual.

Shang Fuheng asked the kitchen to boil sweet soup, and all the ingredients in the sweet soup were filtered out, leaving only the sweet soup.

Shang Fuheng disliked this stuff very much, but after traveling together for two months, he knew that Qi Wu liked to drink it.And when Qi Wu developed a low-grade fever and lost his appetite, he couldn't eat anything that smelled oily, but this sweet soup was barely enough to drink.

"You can't tell me that there is a murder case of people who were starved to death in Langwang's mansion, that would be ridiculous." Shang Fuheng tested the temperature, and then came to the bedside with sweet soup and a spoon.

But it is obviously impossible for Qi Wu to eat by himself right now, Shang Fuheng held the bowl and looked at him, then put the bowl and spoon on the low red sandalwood cabinet by the bed, and then went to help Qi Wu to make him sit up.

But Qi Wu was as lazy as if he had no bones, and he didn't listen much, Shang Fuheng helped him to lean against the bedpost, thinking that the corpse might be more obedient than Qi Wu at the moment.

Qi Wu didn't know what Shang Fuheng was thinking, he only knew that he was already uncomfortable, and being tormented by Shang Fuheng made it even more uncomfortable.Shang Fuheng didn't know gentleness at all, he tried to force Qi Wu up as if he was fiddling with a weapon, but Qi Wu's arms hurt a little from being grabbed, he was so angry that he almost had the slightest desire to speak.

But before Qi Wu struggled to swear, Shang Fuheng filled a spoon with soup and forced it to his mouth.

After tasting something sweet, Qi Wu felt better, swallowed half of the bowl reluctantly, and then couldn't eat any more.

Qi Wu's sweet soup was uncomfortable to drink, and Shang Fuheng, who was serving others for the first time, was also uncomfortable to feed... The last time Qi Wu was so listless in the inn, he just got up by himself to fill half a bowl of soup and then fell down. asleep.

Helping Qi Wu who had finished drinking the sweet soup to lie down again, Shang Fuheng looked at the remaining half of the bowl, and couldn't help talking to himself: "...I'm afraid I'm really sick."

Obviously there are other people in Yilanxuan, whoever can do this will be more handy than him, but Shang Fuheng didn't think of it just now.

After reflecting on himself for a while, Shang Fuheng confidently pushed the "fault" on Yaozhu and the others: "It's not caring at all, I just sent sweet soup, and I didn't even think that Mr. Ah Wu couldn't eat by himself ..."

Qi Wu huddled under the quilt with half of his face. He regained his energy after being teased for a while, but was disturbed by Shang Fuheng's muttering to himself.

"Can you be quiet..." Qi Wu muttered in a low voice.

Shang Fuheng didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Qi Wu slowed down, and had no choice but to say concisely: "Get lost."

Shang Fuheng: "..."

Forget it, it's not a big deal that many people died of starvation in the mansion. It's not a big deal to control his reputation as the God of War. After leaving Micheng, the Lang Palace is like the Palace of Yama. It's not a big deal if there are so many dead people.

Shang Fuheng looked down at Qi Wu again, then reached out his hand to take advantage of the danger and squeezed his head a few times, making Qi Wu's hair scattered on the pillow even more messy, before he withdrew his hand and took the He left the bedroom with the remaining sweet soup.

Yaozhu and the others who were despised by Shang Fuheng for being "inconsiderate" waited outside the house, and when they saw Shang Fuheng coming out, they stepped forward to take the food box in his hand: "Your Highness, can Mr. Wu eat?"

"He will yell when he's hungry, what's the rush?" Shang Fuheng said.

Then Shang Fuheng returned to his yard.

Until it was almost lunch time, Yao Jin from Yilanxuan came to see her again and asked her what's the matter. She said that it was almost lunch time, but Mr. Ah Wu was still groggy and unable to eat, what should I do.

"What can I do, just lift him up and pour them hard. You guys can't handle it?" Shang Fuheng held an idle book, and leaned against the old tree in the yard pretending to be gentle.

Yaojin was a little embarrassed when he heard the words: "...Mr. Ah Wu won't let the little ones touch it. As soon as Yizhi stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, Mr. A Wu shrank back into the bed. Sister Yaozhu wanted to try, but Mr. A Wu I buried myself under the quilt, and the little ones were afraid that he would be too stuffy to breathe..."

Hearing this, Shang Fuheng slightly raised his eyebrows.

I have to say he was a little surprised.

When he was feeding Qi Wu sweet soup in the morning, although it took some effort to help him sit up, it was mainly because Qi Wu was burnt to the bone, and Shang Fuheng himself had never done a job of serving others, so he was afraid that his hands would burn. Every weight makes people feel bad... so it took some time for Qi Wu to sit down.

But in the process, Qi Wu never escaped...even though his brows were also furrowed.

Closing the idle book in his hand, Shang Fuheng casually put it on the adjacent branch, and then fell gracefully from the old tree to the ground.

He casually patted the dust on his hands, and said to Yaojin, "Go to Yilanxuan and have a look."

Yao Jin felt relieved upon hearing this.

Arriving at Yilanxuan, looking at the piles of food on the table, although they are all light, there are actually a lot of them.

There was no sweet soup, so Shang Fuheng only brought a bowl of bland vegetables to boil in water, and then picked out the vegetables inside: "Take the rest."

Yao Zhu and the others: "..." Give the patient some vegetable water, and when Mr. Ah Wu recovers from his illness, I'm afraid that His Highness will dislike His Highness's poor hospitality again.

But Shang Fuheng ordered here, Yaozhu and the others had no choice but to follow suit.

Shang Fuheng entered Qi Wu's bedroom with vegetable soup.

Qi Wu didn't bury his head in the quilt now, and his face was not as pale as in the morning, showing a sickly rosy color.

"Get up and drink vegetable soup, Jiangyuan Tiger will drink the rest." Shang Fuheng sighed softly, put down the bowl and went to help Qi Wu again.

Unexpectedly, Qi Wu frowned and hid.

Shang Fuheng who lost his hand: "..."

So it's not that he is so special at all, it's just that Qi Wu is in a special state at the moment, he has changed from being lazy in the morning to being untouchable.

Shang Fuheng thought for a while, and felt that Yaozhu and the others should not know about this matter, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

After all, looking at Yaozhu's and the others' expressions just now, they probably felt that "Mr. Ah Wu really treats His Highness differently. Apart from His Highness, he doesn't trust others and won't let others touch him."

"What's the matter?" Shang Fuheng said, stretching out his hand to touch Qi Wu's forehead.

Then, like Qi Wu, Shang Fuheng frowned slightly.

Qi Wu is not sick, and he will recover after a few days. It is true that eating less or even not eating these few days will not kill anyone. Qi Wu has no appetite at all, so why force him to eat... I saw Qi Wu's appearance this morning Well, Shang Fuheng had nothing to worry about, the last two times he came here like this.

But right now he couldn't help frowning.

"You said low fever, right?" Shang Fuheng looked at Qi Wu who had his eyes closed tightly, "This is so hot that even if it can't cook eggs, it can cook you."

"Forget it, when I'm in a bad mood today, I want to tidy up the people in this house."

Shang Fuheng left the bedroom and asked Yaozhu and the others to prepare cold water, towels and wine.

Returning to the bedroom with these things in hand, Shang Fuheng sat down by the bed, poured wine and soaked the towel.

Half of Qi Wu's face was hidden in the quilt, so Shang Fuheng pulled the quilt down.

Qi Wu's hand holding the quilt subconsciously clenched it tighter.

"You're so vigilant even when you're dizzy. It seems like you've been wronged when you said you were spoiled earlier."

Qi Wu's strength was nothing, but Shang Fuheng easily pulled the quilt down, exposing his neck.

Then Shang Fuheng wiped Qi Wu's neck with a towel, and then wiped his face.

... Although rubbing the body seems to be more effective in reducing fever, firstly, Qi Wu doesn't really have a fever at all, and secondly, although Shang Fuheng doesn't mind his own reputation, he is also not sensitive to the title Dengtuzi.

After wiping Qi Wu several times with a handkerchief soaked in wine, Shang Fuheng picked up another handkerchief and put it in cold water, soaked it, twisted it, folded it and put it on Qi Wu's forehead.

Qi Wu, who was drowsy from the fever, finally felt better.

After a while, Shang Fuheng re-soaked the veil in cold water, and put it on Qi Wu's forehead.

After repeating this for almost half an hour, Shang Fuheng was idle and bored, so he stretched out his finger and poked Qi Wu's cheek.

This poking felt good, so Shang Fuheng started to play this game. He poked Qi Wu's face here and there, and after a while, he changed Qi Wu back to the cool handkerchief.

After changing the handkerchief, Shang Fuheng squeezed Qi Wu's earlobe without any hassle.

The hand just taken out of the cold water felt cool, and Qi Wu rubbed it in a daze subconsciously.

Shang Fuheng was slightly taken aback, then paused in his hand, and did not take it away for a while.

Qi Wu directly turned his head sideways, and pressed half of his cheek on Shang Fuheng's hand.

The kerchief on his forehead was slightly crooked, and Shang Fuheng subconsciously stretched out his other hand to reattach the kerchief... Then he laughed softly.

"You're still burning, when you recover, I'll have plenty of things to laugh at you." Shang Fuheng said.

The coolness in Shang Fuheng's hand came and went quickly, and after a while Qi Wu felt that the hand pressing on him was not comfortable enough, and moved his head away again.

Shang Fuheng changed another Liangpa for him... Immediately afterwards, he pressed the back of his hand to Qi Wu's cheek again.

Sure enough, Qi Wu subconsciously posted it again.

So after poking Qi Wu's cheek to play, Shang Fuheng found a second interesting way to play.