I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Baicaoshi's eyeballs are moving between Mei Xianggong and the three of them. How should the room be allocated? Hey, Xianggong's palms are sweaty, but his grip is tight.

She just felt that there were pink bubbles all around her.

"Let's go to the small room. I looked at the big room. There is a kang and a bed." Zhe Yu's voice tingled into Baicaoshi's ears numbly, and Baicaoshi had the same hands and feet.

How small is a small room? Put a bed and there is not much space left. And the bed is also small, is it 1.5 meters? With Zhe Yu's height, his long legs had to dangle.

Baicaoshi sniffed her nose, feeling a little sour. If it wasn't for her selfishness, they could have lived in a more comfortable inn, with boiling hot water and soft beds. I said before that I should pamper my husband, but in the blink of an eye, I let him sleep on a mini hard bed.

"I'm sorry, Zhe Yu, it's all my fault."

"Is it your fault for gathering herbs for me? I'm not such a ignorant person." Zhe Yu's voice was as cold as ever, but it was very comfortable to Baicaoshi's ears.

"I'll make money in the future and build a golden house." Baicaoshi said secretly, Zhe Yu probably hadn't heard the allusion of the golden house hiding the beauty, so he hid Zhe Yu.

Zhe Yu is very calm, with an attitude of "if you come, you will be safe". He took off the outer blouse and the inner jacket, and lay down, leaving half of the room for her.

He must be suffering.

"Yu Bao, let me make a floor shop."

Zhe Yu sat up, looked at the cramped space, and frowned, "Are you worried that I will touch you?"

how come?

Only her hands and feet! As far as Xianggong's looks are concerned, even...even...she has earned it! Thoughts turned a thousand times, Baicaoshi's hands turned into spinning tops. "No, absolutely not."

"Then don't go to bed soon, don't you think you are not tired enough today?"

With that said, he lay down again by himself, leaving her a beautiful back. Baicaoshi turned off the oil lamp and lay down beside her.

The Chu River and the Han border are clearly divided.

In the darkness, everything is silent, which amplifies all small sounds infinitely.

She felt that Zhe Yu was turning over, being pulled by the quilt, and his breathing was not right.

Baicaoshi immediately turned over and put her fingers on Zhe Yu's forehead.

The temperature is normal, not cold syndrome.

After so many days of conditioning and treatment by Baicaoshi and Pulsatilla, Zheyu has improved a lot. Probably because of his peculiar condition, Baicaoshi is not sure whether he will recover or not. "Zhou Yu, how do you feel?"

Zhe Yu didn't speak, his body was stiff.

"Is it cold or hot?" Baicaoshi asked again, and removed the quilt from him. He supplemented the monkshood before, and the yang energy was very strong.

Unexpectedly, Zhe Yu snatched the quilt back with a "swish", and the cover was tighter.

Baicaoshi understands, it's still cold. She gave him the quilt, which was tucked in tightly. Then lie down in her place.

In the quiet night, she heard the grinding of her teeth again.

Is this a chill? Are you seriously ill?

Baicaoshi sat up, "I'll go to the master and show you."

Zhe Yu grabbed her wrist, "Aren't you a doctor?"

"You're a patient, I'm flustered, I can't see it." Baicaoshi scratched her hair angrily, this is too unprofessional, her psychological quality still needs to be tempered.

"Don't go looking for it, the master is also tired all day, let him have a good rest, I'll just bear it."

Baicaoshi lay down with red eyes, listening to his shivering voice, carefully stretched out her arms, and pressed them against the quilt.

This is a hugging pose. If Zhe Yu showed the slightest displeasure, she would immediately step aside.

The chattering of teeth disappeared.

Oriha turned to lie flat, letting her arms press against his chest.

Baicaoshi understood in seconds, he was still cold.

She simply turned herself into a quilt to keep him warm.

Too tired, her eyelids became heavier and she fell asleep breathing evenly.

Zhe Yu opened his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and slid them through her hair.