Palace saint didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he said in an unquestionable tone, “Everyone, get out. No one is to move without my orders.”
Bai Lang:”...”
Palace saint, you’re still protecting the little fairy at this point? !
He couldn’t help but exclaim, “A good father is a bad son... Oh No, I should say... It’s a problem of spoiling won...”
Everyone left as instructed, and when Gong Sheng was the only one left in the room.
Only then did Gong Sheng slowly open his eyes.
Yun Qiao’s bag was left beside the bed.
Gong Sheng carefully avoided the cat fur on the bag and pinched the hairless side. He moved it close to his nose and sniffed her scent.
Finally, he said hoarsely, “Stupid woman with no conscience...”
He was already like this, but she was still fooling around outside?
= = =
In the wee hours of the morning, Gong Sheng fell asleep again in a daze.
He was very thirsty.
Although he had taken the fever dicine, for so reason, he still wanted to drink water and his mouth was dry.
Although he could ring the bell to call the servants to co in and serve them, he did not have the heart to wake up the servants who had finally dozed off.
He endured it, but he was getting more and more thirsty.
He was so thirsty that he tossed and turned on the bed, half asleep and half asleep. He was not at all at ease.
Until..
A drop of refreshing and sweet taste suddenly ca from his lips. He stopped and closed his eyes to savor the taste.
The sweet fruit fragrance seed to carry a slight dicinal taste, but it was not bitter.
It was much better than the Chinese herbal soup Bai Lang had given him.
He couldn’t help but open his mouth slightly, wanting more.
Therefore, spoonfuls of sweet soup entered his throat one after another.
He didn’t know who was sitting beside the bed, so patiently feeding him the sweet soup.
So loyal and ticulous. Perhaps only uncle Zhang was this loyal and ticulous?
Gong Sheng thought as he ca to this conclusion in his sleep.
After feeding him the soup, he felt a cool sensation on his forehead.
The dizziness caused by the high fever was much better. It was even more effective than the fever dicine.
Strange.
Since when did uncle Zhang have so many secret techniques that were better than Bai Lang’s dical skills?
Gong Sheng was puzzled for a mont. His body gradually beca comfortable and he fell into a deep sleep.
He slept very soundly and deeply.
He finally woke up around noon.
When he opened his eyes, the coolness on his forehead was still there.
He took off the thing on his forehead and found that it was an exquisite homade dicine bag.
The material was a little strange. It was silk, irregular in shape, and the stitches were crooked. Inside, there were so boiled herbs and a little crushed ice. The cooling effect was surprisingly good.
He touched the cup on the bedside table, licked his lips, picked up the cup, and took a sip.
Mmm.
The sweet soup inside had the sll of apples and a faint, pleasant sll of so kind of dicine. It was exactly what he had drunk in his sleep last night!
It didn’t seem like he was dreaming!
Soone was really taking care of him.
He placed the dicine bag on the table and got out of bed.
He seed to have completely recovered his strength. He strode forward with his long legs and walked quite steadily.
When he opened the door, Uncle Zhang was standing guard at the bedroom door.
Gong Sheng nodded at him and praised, “Your dicine last night was pretty good.”
Uncle Zhang was dumbfounded. “President, what dicine are you talking about? Bai Lang prescribed the dicine.”
Gong Sheng frowned. “He took care of last night? The whole night?”
Uncle Zhang shook his head. “No, Bai Lang left obediently at two o’clock in the morning when you woke up.”
Gong Sheng frowned even more. “Who gave that sweet soup and dicine bag?”
Uncle Zhang ca to a sudden realization. “This...”
[ Lord Yun: Good Night Kiss! Sweet Pet mode activated! The princess pampers her husband! By the way, can the fairies guess what material the dicine bag on Gong Sheng’s forehead was made from? Hehe... ]
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