Chapter 83: Get used to hugging

I don't know how long this action lasted.

When the midnight bell rang, Chu Yangyang's body temperature dropped sharply.

Luo Xifeng opened his cloak and wrapped her tightly, his back pressed against her chest to share his body temperature. She suddenly realized that he had hugged her many times without realizing it.

He thought of the night of their wedding, when Chu Yangyang held a dagger and untied his belt, but now she was like snow melting in his arms, and even her breathing was so light that he couldn't catch it.

She couldn't die, and he would never let her die.

At five o'clock in the morning, the first ray of morning light cuts through the window paper.

Luo Xifeng stared at Chu Yangyang's gradually stabilizing pulse, and the tension in his heart finally eased a little.

Chu Yangyang woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the red corners of Luo Xifeng's eyes. She thought that he had not slept all night to take care of her.

She raised her hand, her fingertips touching the tears at the corners of his eyes, but before she could touch them, she fell down dejectedly.

Luo Xifeng reached out to grab it in a panic, and the palm of his hand was hotter than the blood ginseng.

She seemed to be in a worse condition than before.

He tucked her hand into the quilt and comforted her softly, "Don't move, take a good rest first."

A wisp of green smoke rose from the medicine furnace.

Luo Xifeng lowered his eyes as he stirred the medicine, his wrist bones showing a cold white color under his white gauze sleeves.

Chu Yangyang looked at his drooping eyelashes, the dark circles under his eyes, and said softly, "Master Luo, thank you for your care. Why don't you go back and rest early? I'll wait for you and ask Miaoyun to pick me up."

Luo Xifeng didn't stop what he was doing, and said softly, "It's okay, I'll wait for you to recover, and we'll go home together."

Chu Yangyang's heart was filled with ripples. Go home?

Has he already regarded the Prime Minister's Mansion as his home?

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Chu Yangyang suddenly remembered something, "Lord Luo, this is not good."

Luo Xifeng was so startled by her that he looked up at her.

She said nervously, "Lord Luo, I haven't taken your blood to detoxify you in a long time. How are you now? Is the poison acting up again?"

So that was the matter. Luo Xifeng lowered his eyes calmly and said, "It's fine with me. Now you should get well first."

The medicine spoon hit the edge of the bowl, and the splashing water burned his fingertips red.

Luo Xifeng handed the medicine bowl to her lips, but his voice was lighter than mist, "You can't even take care of your own body, and you still want to take care of others."

Chu Yangyang took a sip of the bitter medicine and held his hand as he was about to withdraw it.

When their palms touched, the pulse in his wrist beat twice, as fast as the thunder in the rainstorm that night.

She looked him in the eyes seriously and said, "Lord Luo, you have to tell me the truth. You can't die, understand?"

After saying this, Chu Yangyang herself felt a little dazed.

She seemed to really not want him to die.

And not because of the book collapse.

Luo Xifeng reached out to take the candied fruit on the low table, but the porcelain plate knocked over the candlestick.

The wax solidified on the hem of his clothes, which he had not changed last night, like stars falling on the snow.

My mind is full of her concern, saying, "You can't die."

Chu Yangyang suddenly started coughing, and her pale face flushed.

Luo Xifeng subconsciously pulled her closer, his palm against her back, feeling the warmth.

Through his thin shirt, she could hear the chaotic vibrations in his chest.

"If I die, you won't have the antidote..."

"You won't die."

He answered too quickly, and the tail end of his voice trembled in the morning light.

Chu Yangyang looked up at his taut jaw and smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you detoxify."

The medicine furnace exploded with sparks, and Luo Xifeng pressed the person back onto the pillow.

When the quilt wrapped around her thin shoulders, his palm rested on the top of her head for a moment, as lightly as catching a piece of snow.

"Go to sleep."

"You'll accompany me?"

"Um."

The copper bells on the eaves rang in the wind, and Luo Xifeng sat stiffly on the edge of the bed.

Chu Yangyang moved a little closer, leaving a warm mark on the brocade quilt.

Looking at her weak and pale little face, a gentle wave of emotion suddenly rose in my heart.

He sighed secretly and finally lay down with his clothes on. The scent of medicine mixed with the scent of jasmine from her temples made him feel inexplicably at ease.

Chu Yangyang's hand reached out quietly, wanting to cover him with a quilt.

As soon as her fingertips touched his cuffs, he grabbed them.

The folded palms were pressed between the two people, rising and falling gently with their breathing.

She had no strength left and could not struggle. She whispered, "Lord Luo, please wait for me. I will take your blood after I have rested."

She responded vaguely, her forehead resting on his shoulder and gradually becoming drowsy.

Luo Xifeng looked at the spider web on the beam until he took a deep breath beside her, then he dared to put his palm on the back of her hand.

When the clock struck 9:00, the medicine boy pushed the door open and saw the imperial physician with his long hair loose and the princess curled up in a small ball in his arms.

The morning light cut through the intertwined hems of the two people, and the silver needles on the ground reflected golden rays, like fine tears from wedding candles scattered all over the ground.

Luo Xifeng actually felt a peace he had never felt before.

After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Luo Xifeng used the precious medicine given by the emperor to treat Chu Yangyang. The blue spots on Chu Yangyang's wrists had faded to the point of being almost transparent.

Chu Yangyang has regained her lively, lively and lovely appearance.

Luo Xifeng was putting on his court robes when Chu Yangyang came up to him and asked, "Lord Luo, the morning court session has already passed, why are you still wearing your court robes?"

He replied, "I'm going to the East Palace."

Chu Yangyang recalled the day when Li Rongjue rebelled and Crown Prince Li Rongjing said a lot of good things about him.

She said, "Would it be convenient for you to take me with you? I want to thank the prince in person."

Luo Xifeng thought about it and nodded in agreement.

In the courtyard of the East Palace, the little prince was running madly after a kite, his apricot-yellow jacket covered with grass debris.

Crown Princess Bai Yingchun picked up the tiger-head hat that the child had dropped and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Princess."

Crown Prince Li Rongjing put his arm around Bai Yingchun's shoulders and said, "My princess is so thoughtful. Rui'er loves the cartoon kites and rare toys you sent. She can't let them go."

Chu Yangyang smiled and said, "These are just little toys that children like. As long as the little grandson likes them, that's fine. Lord Luo and I are deeply grateful to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for his care."

Li Rongjing looked at Chu Yangyang and Luo Xifeng standing together harmoniously, and found the scene extremely romantic and harmonious.

The little grandson ran over frantically and hugged Chu Yangyang's legs, "Sister Princess, how come you have so many rare toys? I've never seen them before."

Chu Yangyang squatted down, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat off the little prince's forehead. "If you like it, I'll make some more and send it to you, okay?"

"Okay, okay." The little prince ran away cheering happily.

Miao Yun stood aside and whispered to Chu Yangyang, "The Crown Prince is fair and handsome, why is the little grandson so dark?"

After hearing this, Chu Yangyang looked at the little emperor's grandson's face seriously.

This little grandson really doesn't look like a prince.

Moreover, she had met the little prince's biological mother, Zhang Liangdi, and he did look a little like Zhang Liangdi, but as he was the prince's child, judging from his facial features alone, he did not look much like her.

Chu Yangyang felt a sudden chill on her back, and a strange thought suddenly occurred to her...