Chapter 132 Are you tired? Are you tired? Are you tired?
Bo Ling, who should have closed his eyes, suddenly realized that something was wrong. He covered his stomach and felt it was churning, as if someone was using a stick to stir up his internal organs as if they were shit!
Then came a surge of pain... He covered his abdomen with his hands, then covered his buttocks and ran deep into the woods.
I met Changshu on the way and asked, "Are you coming back for dinner?"
"Fuck you!" Bo Ling didn't even turn his head.
Changshu shrugged. At this moment, Changhe also came over and said, "Brother, Bo Ling wants to eat our uncle."
"If you're sick, don't drag me into this."
Changhe had an expressionless face and also headed towards the depths of the dense forest.
Changshu turned his head and asked, "What's going on? What are they doing there?"
The next moment, he knew it. Changshu's face changed and he caught up with Changhe:
"Brother, let me go first."
Changhe suddenly increased his speed and left Changshu behind.
Who would give in when they are in urgent need? We are not fools.
In the woods, Bo Ling had a bitter look on his face. Seeing the two brothers, he continued to talk nonsense: "What brings you two here?"
Changhe and Changshu found a place to squat down and fell silent.
The wind blew, and Bo Ling stood up and squatted down again, almost fainting.
"Changshu, didn't you say the Crown Princess didn't drug us? Then are we seeing a ghost?"
Changshu frowned after hearing this: "I was indeed watching the whole time. I went there just as the Crown Princess was about to get the medicine out. Didn't you show up just in time afterwards? She didn't succeed in the end."
Although the Crown Princess asked him to leave, he didn't really leave. He squatted on the tree and watched carefully to prevent this situation.
But unexpectedly, they still fell into the trap. But when did the Crown Princess drug them?
He clearly didn't miss a single glance.
Bo Ling couldn't understand it either. He felt hopeless and looked up at the sky, saying, "If someone had told me that being a prince would be so hard, I wouldn't have gone."
On the lawn, Zhao Mingzhu looked at Qingheng and noticed something was wrong with him: "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Qingheng shook his head: "Maybe I ate too much." This time Zhao Mingzhu cooked, and he ate more than usual.
Zhao Mingzhu curled her lips after hearing this: "I'm so full, that's a pretty euphemistic way of saying it."
"But where did Bo Ling and the others go? They haven't been seen since a while ago."
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
"Your Highness, Crown Princess, we are back."
Bo Ling dragged his feet unsteadily, occasionally stumbling because his legs gave out, and only managed to hold onto the tree trunk in time to avoid rolling to the ground.
Zhao Mingzhu was surprised to see this. When she looked at Changhe and Changshu, they were not in much better condition. They both looked miserable, as if their energy had been drained away.
The eyes are dull, the steps are weak, the person is walking in front, but the soul is floating behind.
"What the hell?"
"Princess."
Bo Ling reluctantly walked in front of the two of them. He leaned against the tree trunk and said, "Since the princess and I have been husband and wife for a few nights, I am half your brother-in-law."
He took a deep breath and said sadly, "Just tell me what medicine you gave us?"
As soon as these words came out, several people looked at Zhao Mingzhu, and Zhao Mingzhu was stunned.
"You can question my character, but you can't underestimate my intelligence!"
Although she has no IQ, she will not accept such groundless accusations!
She drugged me again? How could she not know!
"Then if the Crown Princess didn't give us any drugs, why did we all suffer from vomiting and diarrhea after taking them?"
"How should I know? I ate so much too."
Zhao Mingzhu pulled Gu Qingheng over again:
"Your Highness ate so much, why is he fine?"
"Mingzhu, I'm also feeling a little unwell." Gu Qingheng said softly.
Zhao Mingzhu: ...
This time, even if I jump into the Yellow River, I can’t wash myself clean.
"But I really didn't take any drugs."
Of course, Zhao Mingzhu couldn't take the blame for something she didn't do, so she took out the packet of medicine from her waist.
"And the medicine I prepared is a sleeping pill. It doesn't cause vomiting or diarrhea."
Bo Ling took it and took a look at it: "It is indeed a drug."
Everyone was silent, wondering what the problem was.
"Mingzhu, you have never had fish soup." Gu Qingheng unraveled the matter very quickly.
This made Zhao Mingzhu nod: "Yes, because you made grilled fish yesterday, I ate a lot and don't want to touch fish anymore."
"But you all prepared the fish, tofu, and water yourself. I didn't add anything extra..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Mingzhu suddenly remembered those scraps.
What was it minced with?
"Well, I think I have an idea."
Zhao Mingzhu thought about the leftovers and suddenly realized, "I know. It's the beans. They're poisonous if they're not cooked properly."
She should have thrown all of them into the pot with the chicken, but one fell on the ground. She washed it, picked it up, and prepared to chop it up and throw it into the soup instead of chopped green onions.
But later on, because I was constantly interrupted while administering the medicine, I forgot about it.
Bo Ling and his friends looked at each other, feeling sincerely that their lives were miserable.
Zhao Mingzhu felt embarrassed and clapped her hands:
"...Look at what happened. I'm so sorry. I was distracted and just threw it in there."
It turns out that the most taboo thing when cooking is to have sudden inspiration.
Bo Ling and the other two looked at Gu Qingheng, who sighed, "Bo Ling, what medicine do you want?"
Bo Ling covered his butt and turned to run, only to hear a voice coming back:
"Just boil the medicine in the purple jar on the carriage behind you and drink it."
As soon as he left, Changhe and Changshu followed him with twisted legs.
"Gu Qingheng, you..." Zhao Mingzhu hadn't finished her words.
Gu Qingheng shook his head: "I just drank two sips, I just feel a little uncomfortable."
Zhao Mingzhu felt even more guilty.
Gu Qingheng's arrow wound from saving him had not healed yet, and now he had upset everyone by cooking for himself.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mingzhu took the initiative to help him back to the carriage, then pushed him down and thoughtfully made him a pot of hot tea.
"If you are sick, drink more hot water."
"Mingzhu, no one will blame you. You didn't do it on purpose."
Gu Qingheng naturally enjoyed this rare opportunity to be cared for. He put his fist to his lips and coughed twice.
Zhao Mingzhu took out a thin blanket and placed it on his lap. "That being said, I'm the only one who's still alive. You can all rest assured. I'll go get some medicine and boil it for you."
"Hey. Where's the Crown Princess?"
Bo Ling came back and saw that Gu Qingheng was the only one in the carriage, looking like she was in confinement after childbirth.
Gu Qingheng was not in a hurry and flipped through the documents in his hand: "I should go get some water to boil the medicine."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
After hearing this, Bo Ling leaned closer and said, "Your Highness, we didn't follow him. Aren't you afraid that he will run away this time?"
Gu Qingheng raised his eyebrows: "Changhe, cut off his tongue."
Bo Ling screamed and ran away.
After an incense stick of time, Zhao Mingzhu came back with a pottery jar of water.
Bo Ling and Changhe Changshu looked at each other, then walked over silently. Nothing could happen again this time.
Seeing them gathering around, Zhao Mingzhu lowered her head to boil water and put the medicine in to simmer.
Half an hour later, Bo Ling sniffed the scent and said with satisfaction:
"That's enough. Thank you for your hard work, Princess. Your subordinates are truly enjoying themselves."
Zhao Mingzhu remained noncommittal: "You guys divide it among yourselves."
She scooped out a bowl of medicine and handed it to Gu Qingheng. Sure enough, he was still in the same posture as when he left.
It seems that even if he leaves the capital, he will not be able to have free time.
"Come, take your medicine."
Gu Qingheng raised his eyes, took the bowl of medicine, and said with a finger as sharp as jade: "Thank you for your hard work, Mingzhu."
Zhao Mingzhu shook her head after hearing this: "It's not hard."
She looked at Gu Qingheng and suddenly said, "You've worked hard. You've been playing the self-torture trick for so long. Aren't you tired?"
Gu Qingheng paused, and his eyes met Zhao Mingzhu's, the anger in the other's eyes was beyond words.
He was barely noticeable.
"Pearl..."
"Shut up, asshole!"
Zhao Mingzhu snatched the empty bowl and got off the carriage angrily.
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