The vicious villain is in luck again

"you--"

His lips moved and he uttered a word, but stopped speaking.

An Ran blinked a few times, thought over his words and deeds, and then straightened his face.

"Don't blame me for not taking a shower. I'm like this because of you."

If he dares to dislike her, she won't feed him the porridge today.

Ji Qinghan's eyelids drooped, and a few wisps of red crept up her neck.

Seeing that he was silent and silent, An Ran put the spoon to his lips.

"Open your mouth."

He looked at the spoon until An Ran's arms almost felt sore from raising it, then he opened his mouth slightly.

After feeding the first spoonful, he started to feed quickly, and the bowl of porridge quickly reached the bottom.

An Ran went to pick up the cooked medicine again.

She touched the bowl and said, "This medicine seems a little cold."

Later, Ji Qinghan rarely responded quickly, "It's okay."

An Ran took it over and took a spoonful of it to her mouth very naturally.

Ji Qinghan looked at her with his eyes wide open and his hands stretched out from the quilt.

"Don't······"

Unfortunately it's too late.

"E-it's so painful."

An Ran grabbed the spoon, her face wrinkled like a bun.

Ji Qinghan was speechless and a little anxious, "It's already cold, why do you still touch it?"

When An Ran heard this, he didn't even care about the bitterness in his mouth and threw the spoon into the bowl.

"You really dislike me."

She angrily put the bowl next to the bed, turned around and left, "I won't talk to you again today."

"stop."

Ji Qinghan's voice behind him paused, seeming to have made a great determination.

"Finish the medicine."

An Ran crossed her chest and sat back reluctantly.

Ji Qinghan lowered his head and made a pattern of folds on the quilt with his hands.

It's outrageous that this man despises her and wants her to take medicine. This attitude makes him tolerate her even more.

So angry.

When he gets better, she will change his clothes severely.

An Ran gritted her teeth, but she still had to move her hands gently.

After the medicine was finished, Ji Qinghan remained motionless. An Ran glanced at his hand on the quilt and said disdainfully, "Don't pull it, the quilt is almost torn by you."

"As for that, I hate it so much."

"I still dislike you."

After typing a few words, I realized something was wrong with him. His snow-white face was as red as the sunset on the horizon, and even his neck was red.

An Ran pinched his chin and looked around, "Why is your face so red?"

Putting her hand on his forehead, and then touching her cheek, An Ran tested the temperature on her face, "Why is it still a little hot? Is it a fever?"

Ji Qinghan finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed her with both hands.

"Don't touch me."

The force was soft and An Ran was not pushed, but she still let him go.

He took the initiative to shrink into the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly, as if he was afraid to avoid it.

"Go away and don't bother with me today."

Listen, it's the crackling sound of burning anger.

An Ran felt like there was a loud banging in his head, and his mind was filled with thoughts of doing this and that to him.

Look, look, once her attitude softens, the son of fate will climb over her and dominate her.

"Ignore it and ignore it."

She walked in the wind and slammed the door.

It was a quiet night, and Ji Qinghan sat slantedly beside the bed.

The cold wind blew by, and the candle flame crackled in the lampshade.

A man in black knelt respectfully in front of him and said, "Master, you have suffered."

Ji Qinghan lazily closed his eyes. He had just woken up from a coma less than a day ago, and he was still a little depressed.

"Did you bring everything?"

The man in black took off the bundle from behind and handed it to Ji Qinghan.

Seeing that he was really tired, the man said distressedly, "Master, I can go get the antidote for a day's drunkenness."

"One day of drunkenness is unique to the royal family of the Ying Kingdom. The storage area is heavily guarded. If you go there, are you going to throw yourself into a trap, or are you going to alert the enemy?"

"But, you don't have to use such cruel methods to force yourself."

Ji Qinghan rubbed her temples, "Its medicinal properties are extremely difficult to remove. She poured several bottles into me every day. How could I get rid of it in time if I didn't do something cruel to myself?"

Only this time, the reaction was too intense.

Probably the magic medicine is working.

Fortunately, she had no doubts.

He also took care of him all night.

I didn't expect that she could do this for his blood.

Recalling that An Ran fed him food and medicine and held his face during the day, Ji Qinghan moved his neck uncomfortably.

It seems a little warm in this room.

The man in black pulled out a dagger.

"Master, let your subordinates kill that Luo Anran."

Ji Qinghan opened his eyes instantly and saw the man in black holding a dagger, and he breathed a subtle sigh of relief.

His tone was indifferent and serious, "Don't act rashly. If something happens to her at this time, it will only be detrimental to me."

"Yes." The man responded and took back the dagger.

"How is the situation over there in Ningguo?"

The man was silent for a while and then said, "The stone is gone."

Ji Qinghan laid her head on the bed and put her wrist on her forehead, "It's really difficult to set up a thread."

There was a gentle knock on the door, "I am Lonicera."

The man quickly jumped out of the window and left.

Ji Qinghan stood up and opened the door. Liandong was looking around, fearing that someone would see her coming.

Flexibly squeezing into the room, she asked, "Eighth Prince, are you okay?"

"Why did you suddenly vomit blood?"

She sat down at the table quite naturally and poured herself a glass of water.

"Let me tell you, you didn't see the anxious look on the princess's face when she saw you vomiting blood yesterday."

"She didn't dare to let go of you for a moment. After you stopped bleeding, she didn't even put on her shoes and ran out to find a doctor for you, covered in blood."

Lonicera's little mouth chattered like a firecracker, without even breathing.

"When she came back, her feet were all broken and injured."

She held her chin, "I don't know if the princess has dealt with it. It seems that she didn't apply any medicine on herself today, except for taking a bath."

"Zhao Ganyan."

Ji Qinghan looked at her coldly, sternly and viciously.

"After being Luo Anran's dog for a long time, have you forgotten that you are a Ningguo person?"

Lonicera choked on a sip of water and coughed until tears came to her eyes before she could stop herself.

She looked at Ji Qinghan aggrievedly, "Why are you speaking so ugly?"

"I came here specifically to care about you. I gave you the medicine to stop bleeding."

Ji Qinghan snorted coldly, "Are you here to care about me, or are you here to be her lobbyist?"

Ling Dong shook his hand to remove the afterimage, "No, the princess doesn't even know that I'm from Ningguo."

She whispered, "Maybe only her father knows about this."

He looked up and saw a silver needle appearing between his fingers.

Lonicera retreated in fear, "Prince, if you have anything to say, please talk to me. We are from the same hometown."

And it's almost like getting married.

But she didn't dare to say this, fearing that Ji Qinghan would stab her to death in anger.

"Has Prince Zhao's reply arrived?" Ji Qinghan looked at the silver needle leisurely, "otherwise, it wouldn't be a bad idea to send another one."

Having just been threatened by Ji Qinghan, Lonicera's little heart was still pounding, and she tiptoed back to the room.

"You're back."

A voice suddenly sounded deep in the dark room, and Lonicera screamed in fright, "Ghost!"

Nianqiu lit the candle and said, "It's me."

She walked up to Lonicera holding a candle and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lonicera calmly pushed Nianqiu away, "What else can I do? Get up at night."

"Going for so long?"

"The big one."

She snatched Nianqiu's candlestick, walked to her dressing table, opened the drawer, took out the embroidery fabric placed inside, sat aside and began to embroider the handkerchief.

Nian Qiu looked at her curiously, "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep."

Lonicera swung the needle vigorously and stabbed the veil hard, again and again, as if the veil had a grudge against her.

She muttered slowly, "As long as you know how to use needles, you can know how to use needles. I can't kill you."

Nianqiu walked around her and pulled a stool over.

"How come you started embroidering things recently?"

Lonicera choked her, "You don't care, I just want to embroider."

Nianqiu stopped talking, folded his hands and watched her embroidery quietly.

While embroidering, Lonicera began to think about it again.

"I don't understand, how could the princess like someone like him?"

"Who?"

Lonicera stopped talking.

Nianqiu asked again, "Young Master?"

"Weren't you quite optimistic about him and the princess before?"

Lonicera held her breath, and the needle pierced the veil faster, "That's because I'm blind."

Nian Qiu thought for a while, "Maybe it's because he's good-looking and easy to handle."

Lonicera couldn't hold it in any longer, and she felt resentful.

“You’re so good-looking that you can be used as food?”

"How easy is it to handle? I think he is very thoughtful. He is full of bad intentions and doesn't know what to do to the princess."

Nianqiu saw Lonicera spewing fire everywhere as if it had eaten gunpowder. He was very energetic and said funnyly, "What happened to you? You wake up all night and talk so much, and you have to embroider a handkerchief in the middle of the night."

Liao Dong said plausibly, "I am speaking out of emotion. Look at the princess who worked so hard for him yesterday and suffered so much. Today she came out of the side hall angrily. She is obviously wronged."

"Even if he is angry, he has to bear it all by himself. Our princess is so kind to him."

Nian Qiu thought, if you read too many story books, you will easily fall into unrealistic fantasies, and such fantasies will be easily shattered.

She was the one who suffered, having to watch disillusioned people embroidering in the middle of the night.

After staying with him for a while, Nianqiu's eyes felt sore and she yawned again.

Lonicera didn't even raise her head, "Don't worry about me, I'll fall asleep naturally when I'm sleepy."

Nianqiu walked towards his bed, "I'm going back to bed then, please take it easy."

The candle was only half burned, and Lonicera heard her little snoring.

She lowered her voice and called, "Nianqiu?"

After making sure that Nianqiu was fast asleep, she put down her embroidery bandage and thumped her back, "I'm so exhausted."

She walked quietly to the window, opened it, took out the whistle, put it to her mouth, and blew it, but there was no sound.

It was quiet outside, and a small black bird rushed out of the night and landed on her hand.

She looked around the room, took out a small bamboo tube and tied it to its leg.

In the early morning, Lonicera yawned and brought water to An Ran.

An Ran looked at her yawning and asked, "What did you do last night? She looked like she didn't wake up."

"It's not because of..."

Lonicera was sleepy and almost told the story about Ji Qinghan, but in the middle of the story, her rationality came back and she immediately shut her mouth.

An Ran still looked at her seriously, "Why?"

"Ah ha ha ha."

Liandong rolled his eyes, "Because, because I love embroidering so much lately, I spent the entire night embroidering flowers yesterday, and I almost finished embroidering a handkerchief."

She pursed her lips.

Luo Anran wouldn't believe such a lame excuse, right?

Ah, she could already imagine the scene of Luo Anran asking questions.