The First-Class Medical Princess

That would be a pain for the prince, and with this bowl of medicine, the prince should not challenge the concubine's face.

Murong Yuan frowned when he heard Su Yunchu's words of taking care of himself, and Su Yunchu had already brought the bowl of medicine to Murong Yuan, "Huaiqing, you are sick, you should take medicine well."

She smiled and looked at her, holding the medicine bowl in her plain hand, as if she wanted to give him the medicine.

Murong Yuan's heart tightened, "Ah Chu, it's really nothing important, or else, don't drink this medicine."

Su Yunchu shook his head, "That can't be done, Huaiqing has never been sick all year round, this sudden illness is too sudden, it must be treated properly." Her "treat well" is very strong and clear.

Murong Yuan smiled wryly in his heart, "Ah Chu, I'll do it by myself, I'll feel sore hands with the medicine in my hand."

"Huaiqing is already sick. As a wife, I need to take good care of her. Lie down and let me come."

Su Yunchu looked at him with a smile, looking like a good wife and mother taking care of her husband.

Murong Yuan's brows were almost twisted into a line. Just by smelling the bowl of medicine, he knew that Su Yunchu must have tampered with the medicine. The only one to blame was himself. The little woman in front of him is intangible.

Su Yunchu looked at him with both eyes, as if he didn't sit down and wait for her to feed her medicine, and she would never stop with him.

Murong Yuan secretly sighed in his heart, for the right to go back to the room, just let her go.

In fact, it's not just because of the right to return to the room, if Su Yunchu is happy, he can be asked to do anything.

Just sitting down, Murong Yuan leaned on the bed, looking at Su Yunchu sadly.

Su Yunchu smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, blew on his mouth, and handed it to Murong Yuan.

If Su Yunchu was able to make such an intimate gesture towards him in normal times, Murong Yuan would not know how happy he would be, but now, all he has to do is complain. This cold body is caused by himself. Looking at the medicinal soup in front of him, he can only Obediently opened his mouth, and let Su Yunchu put the soup into his mouth.

As soon as the medicinal soup was taken in, Murong Yuan's face wrinkled badly. He was sure that more than half of the medicinal soup was made of Coptis chinensis.

This bitter taste is simply unbearable.

Seeing his expression, Su Yunchu could only hold back a smile, and said solemnly, "Huaiqing, the good medicine tastes bitter. Although this medicine has a bit of bitter taste, the patience will pass. Come on, swallow it quickly. There is still a bowl here. The medicine is too powerful, so I have to drink it down slowly."

As he said that, another spoonful of medicinal soup was brought to Murong Yuan.

Murong Yuan couldn't swallow the strong bitter taste, but Su Yunchu looked at him with a serious and serious expression, "Swallow it quickly."

The serious and earnest expression obviously concealed a smile, Murong Yuan narrowed his eyes, stared at Su Yunchu for a while, his throat slipped, and he swallowed the medicine soup into his stomach.

Then, looking at the spoonful of medicinal soup in front of Su Yunchu, the corners of his lips twitched, "Ah Chu, take a sip of medicinal soup, one time tonight."

As he spoke, he took the medicine bowl and spoon from Su Yunchu's hand, and in front of Su Yunchu, took a sip of the bowl of bitter medicine soup leisurely.

Su Yunchu naturally understood how bitter the bowl of medicine soup was, and she also understood the words that she could not refute, but seeing someone leisurely drinking the medicine soup in front of him, she suddenly felt a drum in her heart and forgot to refute.

Until Murong Yuan finished drinking the bowl of medicinal soup, he put the empty medicinal bowl on the small table beside him, and then looked at Su Yunchu with a charming smile on his face, "Ah Chu, there are sixteen mouthfuls in total."