It didn't take long for the maid to bring in the freshly fried dicine. Yan Xiaohan took it in person, brought it to Fu Shen, and said concisely, "Drink."
Fu Shen stared desperately at Bai Tang's decoction, with no luck.
Yan Xiaohan looked at him like that, and couldn't help crying and laughing, "Houye, if you don't have any legs, have you already been in the house now?"
"You go out for ," Fu Shen glared at Yan Xiaohan: "Okay, okay, don't hesitate, are you an old hen? Put the dicine there and I will drink it myself!"
Yan Xiaohan did not expect that it would be so difficult for him to take a dicine. After all, Fu Shen has always been a fairly self-disciplined person in his eyes, and what he should do will never shrink, almost never willful.
He slowed his voice and persuaded: "This bowl of dicine is not much. You close your heart and cross your face, and you will reach the bottom in a few mouthfuls, really."
Fu Shen don't go over in pain.
"Are you sick of dicine? Is it so unpleasant?" Yan Xiaohan took the bowl and took a sip, frowned, and felt that bitterness was a bit bitter, but it wasn't unbearable, why was Fu Shen so? resist?
"It shouldn't be." He saw Fu Shen's lips and complexion pale, and frowning. He thought he was sickened by the sll of dicine, put the dicine bowl aside, pulled his hands, and gently rubbed his wrist. Neiguan acupoint, tentatively asked: "Everyone will not have such a big reaction, let alone you. Is there anything inexplicable? Can you tell ?"
Fu Shen was holding his hands in his hands, soft, as if a small animal was spreading its two paws. He did not run away, but looked a little downcast, and reluctantly ntioned the past:
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