Reborn Tyrant Raiders System

Chapter 58 Happy New Year

Depressed?

Shu Qing pinched the note from the imperial hospital, a trace of suspicion flashed across her face, her slender fingers stroked the teacup, tapping lightly one after another, various speculations emerged in her mind: Why did the emperor Injured, why did Fu Mingqin catch the wind and cold today? Could it be that the emperor and the others split up and couldn't reach an agreement?Why come back at this time?What role did Xiguo play in it?things will...

The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is some conspiracy behind it.

Suddenly flustered, Shu Qing's complexion instantly became depressed, and there was a slight crack in the top-quality lotus-pattern cup. After a long silence, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, rule the world with filial piety?Emperor, let's see how filial you are!

"Come on, prepare the car!"

The slender figure stretched out a long figure under the reflection of the setting sun, which looked weak and weak, but the mottled image on the ground did not show the viciousness in the eyes, and he used the brotherhood to achieve his goal endlessly.

Two flowers bloom, one for each.On one side, Gu's mansion welcomes the visiting Young Master Biao, and on the other side, the "culprit" of the emperor's hand-folding incident, which even the courtier Gui Xun can't figure out, is being huddled up and sitting pitifully on the dragon bed.

Fu Mingqin frowned into a "Sichuan" character, staring bitterly at the dark green concoction in front of him, his eyes were empty.

There was a strong stench in the air.

"Master, the medicine is ready, drink it while it's hot!"

"En." Looking out of the window, Fu Mingqin silently withdrew his gaze, moved his Adam's apple, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and immediately felt his taste buds spread, and his tongue coating was already bitter, and his dark eyes were even stained with a little water vapor, "It's not that looking at the plum blossoms quenches thirst. Is it? Then if I look at it, it will be the same as drinking it, right?"

Fu Mingtian, who hurried over to accompany Fu Mingqin after quickly finishing the government affairs, stepped into the hall when he heard these remarks, he couldn't help pursing his lips and smiling.In his eyes, Fu Mingqin was suffering from the cold and running around all night without enough rest. Now he just needs to take a good rest, but he couldn't resist the faction of Empress Wu who took care of people like porcelain dolls, who were like facing enemies when they got sick.

The master hasn't arrived yet, please adjust carefully!The servants of the teaching had already arrived at their posts.

"Qing—" Fu Mingtian strode closer, and just as he opened his mouth, a pungent smell came to his face. The green color is almost as good as dark cooking, and you can still vaguely see medicine dregs as thick as small stones. The corners of your mouth twitched slightly, and your eyes were clearly confused. You asked, "Is this the prescription for typhoid fever in the Imperial Hospital?" Do those imperial physicians have employment certificates? ?play me?

"Brother Huang, I've already taken a dose of medicine, and I'm already cured!" Fu Mingqin said as if seeing a savior, almost weeping with joy, but his voice was still hoarse, and there was a slight sense of loneliness.

Eunuch Fu was unmoved, and saluted the emperor in a standard manner, telling the cause and effect in a neutral manner, "His Majesty, this is the prescription prescribed by the genius doctor of Guigu to the master. The master has not been sick since then. , and now he is infected with a cold. Although Mr. Shen has diagnosed him, he said that his master’s condition is different from others. After the comprehensive opinions of several imperial physicians, the master still needs to take medicine! This medicine—” The speed of speech that was originally fluent and loud also slowed down at this moment After coming down, the tone was full of distress and reluctance, "Good medicine tastes bitter. Although this medicine tastes bitter, it is also for the sake of the master's body. I..."

"Well, Eunuch Fu, I... I'll drink it!" Fu Mingqin just looked down and saw those slightly rosy eyes when he was sitting, and a trace of sourness flashed in his heart.Not to mention that those who waited on him were all loyal old people by his father's side, who did their best for him, but that he didn't seem to have the right to be willful now, and everything he did was based on his father's pain.

The pupils shrunk slightly, and the eyes that had always been dark and bright like obsidian became deeper, and silently stretched out his hand.

【Host, are you sure you want Madam to drink this bowl of medicine that is comparable to poison? ! !The lady is obviously in good health, and a proper fever is good for your health and increases your resistance! ! ! 】

【you sure? ? ? 】

Fu Mingtian looked at the bowl of medicine, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.This medicine must be extremely bitter, and it made him sick just by smelling it, but he is not a doctor and has no right to speak, especially to challenge the authority of the medical field today!Even if he is a high-tech small eye, he doesn't want to use Fu Mingqin's health to verify medical civilization.

Frowning and moving his head away, he was afraid that he couldn't hold back and stepped forward to grab the medicine bowl.

Fu Mingqin touched the warmth of the medicine bowl with his fingertips, and silently lowered his head again.

"Qing'er, talk about it, is it suffering?"

"Qing'er, take the medicine~~ It's not bitter or bitter, I take a sip, you take a sip!"

"Qing'er is the most obedient, drink up, father will take you for a walk, okay?"

"Qing'er..."

In fact, at that time, he hated the people around him talking all the time.

He just wanted to be alone.

I don't want to talk, I don't want to move, I just want to poke around with my sword.

"Qing'er, Brother Huang, let's drink with you!" Don't use the small eyes in your mind to provide data analysis, face suddenly immersed, although only for a moment, Fu Mingqin's whole body reveals sorrow and pain, and everyone in the hall is shocked. I can feel it, not to mention Fu Mingtian who originally planned to come here to show his hospitality, taking advantage of his illness and weakness to deepen his relationship.

The gentle tone of the emperor's true feelings is natural and true. After sorting out the palace servants of the Qianqing Palace, they naturally take it for granted. It's just that the veteran palace fighter who has experienced the turmoil of the three dynasties has almost become a fine Fu Gonggong. Hearing it, he looked up. Looking at the emperor with just one glance, eyes like torches like the radar of future generations, trying to scan thoroughly from the inside to the outside, but abide by the palace rules every step of the way, and then converge, so the emperor who is concerned about the sick has no idea that his little thoughts seem to be about to come. Revealed.

In an instant, his heart was like being poured with a basin of ice water in the twelfth lunar month of winter. Eunuch Fu, who was half cold, lowered his head silently, unable to bear to look directly at the emperor.

Hearing the words, Fu Mingqin finally calmed down a little. He raised his head and looked at the bright eyes of the emperor in surprise, his heart was a little rippling, and he was still puzzled. What exactly did the emperor say and do?

"Qing'er!" Fu Mingtian stopped his hand, took the medicine halfway, as if he knew what he was thinking, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle, "I only know that this medicine is effective for you. After speaking, he approached, sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful of medicine with a spoon, and wanted to send it to his mouth.

"Brother Emperor!" Fu Mingqin made a quick move, stopped the key, snorted coldly, tilted his head, and suppressed the inexplicable emotion that suddenly came out, "I'm not a child!" He covered his ears, held his breath, pinched his nose with one hand, opened his mouth, and swallowed the medicine directly, then wrinkled his brows immediately, closed his mouth tightly, and bit his lips to prevent himself from having a chance of nausea.

Seeing Fu Mingqin who moved skillfully and took the medicine quickly, Fu Mingtian flashed helplessness and was more spoiled, "Open your mouth and eat plums to relieve your suffering!"

"Hmph!" I couldn't figure out why my heart suddenly surged, it was as complicated as knocking over a five-flavored bottle, the ups and downs were intertwined, rushing to my heart, still spinning in my eye sockets, I couldn't explain it clearly with thousands of words I don't know, so Fu Mingqin couldn't get entangled and had to put it aside, merged into one word, and silently turned his back.

He wants a person to calm down and think about it.

It's a pity that Fu Mingtian, who didn't have a clear understanding at this time, let out a cold snort, and shook his back arrogantly, and the incident of running away from home immediately appeared in his mind.

Silently waving his hand, ordering the servant to step down, Fu Mingtian stood up and looked down at his complexion.

Because of illness, the originally fair face was even paler at this moment, but it added a silent beauty.But Fu Mingtian frowned slightly, he very, very disliked the quiet Fu Mingqin, because such a Fu Mingqin made people feel distressed.The bastard in his eyes is alive and kicking, according to his own principles of handling things, he can take it for granted that he can piss people off, he can pretend to be Queen Wu in cosplay to scare ministers, and live happily and freely, instead of quietly like a pool of stagnant water.

The hall was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the hourglass remained.

After a long time, Fu Mingtian bowed down, facing the melancholy and contemplative Fu Mingqin, and softened his tone, "Qinger, is it bitter? Eat a plum to relieve the taste, what are you doing with your mouth closed?"

The hand holding the sleeve clenched and clenched, loosened and loosened, and finally held tightly.Fu Mingqin struggled for a long time and still couldn't figure out why this happened. Hearing the question, he raised his head and glanced at the emperor, then lowered his head silently, as if he was thinking about something, took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and handed it to his mouth. The words on the side are plum.After taking a few pills to relieve the bitter taste in his mouth, he stared at Fu Mingtian who was right in front of him for a while, then stretched out his hands, "Brother Huang, give me a hug!"

When Fu Mingtian heard it suddenly, a white light flashed in his mind, and he immediately shut down.Relying on the sense of existence with his small eyes, he suddenly came back to his senses.So slutty!Yang's request seemed to have forgotten that he was inconvenient to move at the moment, and clasped his waist with one hand, and suddenly brought him into his arms.

"Uh……"

Fu Mingqin was thrown into his arms in an instant, his chin was knocked on his shoulders, and he felt the hand clasped around his waist tremble, and then he was firmly imprisoned. The same generosity, the same gentleness, but different from the power of his father, the emperor seems to have a little firmness and determination. The two-dimensional thinking composed of simple martial arts and his father has finally made a jump. Things don't seem to be going the way they should.Brother Huang seems to be not only his elder brother, but also his suitor. My father said that if you don't have the slightest liking for the suitor, you must not drag your feet.But what is love?

The father said that he didn't understand either. As a qualified prince and son of a family, he respected each other like a guest, wouldn't it be enough to be decent and respectful?Brother Huang said possession, a couple for a lifetime, seems to be something that only a young girl Huaichun would imagine.Look at those who like their father, bring their likes and personal matters to official affairs, and overbearingly use their own privileges to demand and threaten them, it's so annoying.

People who love beauties don't love Jiangshan, but my father doesn't like this beauty at all. Why do Grandpa Guigu and the others still say that father doesn't understand love, and that he doesn't know happiness when he is in happiness.

Fu Mingqin broke free from the emperor's embrace silently, and poked the emperor's chest, "Brother emperor, your heart is beating so fast!"

Fu Mingtian, who was rubbing tofu excitedly, "..."

Then, with his face up, Fu Mingqin was a little confused, "Brother Huang, if you say you like me, will you not love Jiangshan and beauties because of me?"

The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone, and auspicious year of the horse╭(╯3╰)╮