Chapter 19: Canary Captured by the Enemy Emperor 6

Xiao Liu's face turned pale. "Your Majesty, I just ran into Concubine Hui on the road. My lady and Concubine Hui were alone for an incense stick of time."

Jun Yuanming looked at the unconscious woman on the bed, feeling a little depressed. "I understand. The imperial physician will prescribe some medicine for Lin Shuyi to take good care of herself."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Miss Xiaoyu, please come with me to get the medicine." The imperial physician took the medicine box and left, and Xiaoyu followed behind.

"Don't tell her for now." Although he didn't know whether Lin Muqing cared or not.

Jun Yuanming sat beside her bed, his deep eyes fixed on her pale face.

Compared to the weak look she shows now, I prefer the way she was when she was bold and lively just now.

"Qin Dong, where is the golden sore medicine?"

"Here." Qin Dong quickly took the bottle of golden abscess medicine from the side.

Jun Yuanming gently unwrapped the cloth bandaging her hand, unwrapping it circle by circle until he saw the wound from the day before. Tiny bloodstains covered the entire back of her hand, with deep marks, and the finger bones seemed a little flat.

"Will you cry if you get a scar?" He applied the medicine to her little by little.

But all the scars and wounds on his body disappeared because of that bowl of strange soup.

She gave it to him to drink, regardless of whether she made it or not, or what her purpose was.

All of them were beneficial to him.

It's impossible not to be touched in the heart.

The whole house was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

"Bring me new strips of cloth."

Xiao Liu handed it over next to him.

Jun Yuanming wrapped it for her again.

Qin Dong, who was standing nearby, almost thought he was seeing things. He lowered his head and was shocked.

…

The system looked at the favorability, which had never been paid attention to, and found that it had increased from 20 to 40. This was not easy for an emperor. After all, their mission was to have children, and they did not care much about favorability, which was dispensable.

But this also reflects the host's good intentions.

[Host, I was wrong. Last night I laughed at you for not buying the detoxification pills for two roast chickens, and for giving the repair potion to Jun Yuanming first even though you didn't need it yourself. It turns out there was a reason for all this.]

"You have to use it, but you have to use it wisely!"

When Lin Muqing woke up, Jun Yuanming was still there.

"Why is your majesty here?"

She felt very weak and it felt like she had to exert a lot of effort to breathe.

But she placed her hand firmly on the back of his hand, full of dependence.

Jun Yuanming did not push her away. "You were poisoned last night, so you fainted. I asked the imperial physician to prescribe some medicine. You must drink it every day from now on."

"The medicine last night was very bitter. I don't want to drink it." Lin Muqing wrinkled her pale and pitiful face and tentatively grabbed his hand. Jun Yuanming put his other hand on it, wrapped her hand in his palm and patted it.

"I saw you do it last night."

"Even though I say it's bitter, I still drink it, and no one feels sorry for me."

Seeing the grievance she expressed, Jun Yuanming smiled, and his deep and cold peach blossom eyes curved into a beautiful arc for the first time.

Lin Muqing was stunned.

Just then Xiaoyu came in carrying the prepared medicine.

"I feel so sad. Take the medicine." The deep voice sounded helpless.

Lin Muqing immediately revealed a sweet smile, "Drink, Your Majesty feeds me faster."

Xiaoyu was almost frightened to death, and the young master was too brave. Her hands holding the plate trembled, but she steadied herself and brought it to the bedside.

Jun Yuanming looked calm as he took it and fed it to her with a spoon.

Lin Muqing sat up, opened her little mouth and drank sip by sip.

“It’s sweet.”

The woman's eyes were like stars, and she looked at him with a smile. She drank it obediently. Jun Yuanming suddenly wanted to taste it to see if it was really sweet. He drank the last sip at the bottom of the bowl, but it was bitter and his throat felt astringent.

It's a bit unbelievable what I just did.

He put down the bowl and rubbed her dark hair.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, and I feel cool. Did the imperial physician give me medicine?"

Lin Muqing moved his wrist, as if to prove what he said, that it really didn't hurt.