Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

After a truce with the vixen, Bei Muqing returned to the bedroom again.

Zhongliye was lying on the lounge chair, looking straight at her. Her eyes in the candlelight looked particularly bright when she looked from a distance.

Bei Muqing looked at those eyes and subconsciously paused, letting her go for a while before she walked over.

He was just remembering that she squatted down beside the chair and reached out to suppress his movements: "Your Majesty, lie down, I'll let Mo Han go and find Leng Yue." After she said that, she got up and poured the water over the water.

Come here to him.

After hearing her words, Zhongliye frowned: "Why are you looking for Leng Yue?"

The white little hand stroked his forehead again: "Your Majesty, you have a fever. Although it is not very serious, you are the king of a country. You wake up early and go to bed late every day. Even if you are a minor illness, you cannot delay it. Otherwise,

It will get worse." She looked at him seriously.

"Qing'er, I'm not that weak." He spoke helplessly. She cared about him. He was very happy. However, it was a bit of a big deal to look for Leng Yue for only this small situation.

Bei Muqing looked at him: "Your Majesty, let's drink some water first."

He lowered his head and took two sips in a row as if he was really thirsty.

She took the cup and said, "Do you want it?"

"It's rare for Qing'er to serve me personally, and I shouldn't seem to refuse." He smiled slightly, but he didn't know that because of the fever, there was always a hint of tiredness on his handsome face.

Bei Muqing poured him a glass of water again, put the cup on his hands, and she turned around, walked behind him, put her hand on his shoulder and kneaded it carefully.

"Your Majesty, is your shoulder like this because of martial arts practice or busyness? It's too hard." It's like cervical spondylosis.

He reached out and pulled her hand: "Qinger, stop busy, be careful to be tired."

"I'm not that stingy." She reached out and took the teacup from his hand: "Your Majesty is tired, let's take a rest first."

"An." Although she responded like this, she was completely reluctant to close her eyes. Recently, this feeling has become stronger and stronger. She always feels that she will suddenly disappear like she appears.

She put the teacup and sat back on the spot. He didn't sleep. She just sat with him. Looking at her, the candlelight was yellow and warm. Both of them had clear and shiny eyes, looking at each other, reflecting the reflection.

The figure that makes people fall in love, full of warmth and thick pink foam.

Bei Muqing looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Your Majesty, hurry up and have a rest. I will ask his father-in-law to tell all the ministers that if you have something to do, you will go to the imperial study room tomorrow. Your Majesty will have to be well prepared before tomorrow."

"I'm not seriously injured." He said the same thing. Even though he felt a little uncomfortable with dry throat and a dizzy head, he just felt that he was fine.

"Your Majesty, don't force yourself anymore, Leng Yue should be coming soon."

Speaking of Leng Yue, he frowned again: "Qing'er, I really have no trouble, I don't need Leng Yue to come." Leng Yue is the number one miracle doctor in Dongmo Kingdom. He lets him run away with such a small cold.

If you go, wouldn’t it be useless?

"I can't shout anymore if I don't shout. Your Majesty can't let someone go to the palace gate now and let him turn around and go back." She pulled the cloak to cover him.

However, it was too late to let someone go out to take care of him. When the two said this, his father-in-law's voice came from outside.

"Young Master Leng Yue is here."

Then, a sound of footsteps came, and the two of them looked outside at the same time.