Seeing that he agreed, Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. With Fu'er beside her, I think he wouldn't have any other thoughts.
She was already seriously ill. She had only forced a breath to stay awake before, but now she was discharged and a feeling of fatigue surged up instantly.
Dawu and Xiaowu, you go outside the yard to guard and no one is allowed to disturb you.Huang Rong felt her head getting dizzy and hurriedly added.
Yes, Master's wife.Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru bowed and slowly retreated.
Song Qingshu instructed Guo Fu: Throw the veil into boiling water and soak it, and do not add cold water to it.
Guo Fu was stunned: Mom, she has a fever, shouldn’t she use a cold veil to put it on her forehead?
That's just a symptom, I'm going to treat the root cause now.Song Qingshu explained.
Guo Fu nodded in a vague way, and quickly twisted the towel out of the hot water, which made her cry: Brother Song, will you burn your mother so hot?
Song Qingshu took the towel from her hot red hand. His skills were profound enough, so he was naturally not afraid of this warmth: Don't worry, it's just right.
Just right?Guo Fu obviously didn't understand.
Miss Guo, you are tired from busy inside and outside, so take a break from the side.Song Qingshu said.
No, I'm not tired.Guo Fu shook her head. In fact, she was indeed a little tired, but now that her mother is in such a serious condition, how can she sleep?
No, you are tired.Song Qingshu's voice suddenly had a few strange accents.
Guo Fu found that the other party's eyes were as dark as ink, as if they had endless magic power, and soon his eyes became confused: Well, I really want to sleep.
Then he came to the table and sat down, lay on the table and fell asleep quickly.
Huang Rong was about to fall asleep, but suddenly realized something was wrong. When she looked here, she immediately exclaimed: What did you do to her?
It's nothing, just letting her sleep for a while.Song Qingshu replied.
The great method of soul transfer.Huang Rong was also familiar with the Nine Yin Scriptures, so she immediately reacted and subconsciously grabbed the quilt tightly in front of her chest. What are you going to do?
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: Why should you be so scared, madam? Could it be that I will eat you?
Huang Rong's face turned red. She had a delicate heart with seven orifices and her mind was much faster than that of ordinary people. She soon thought of another meaning of eating.
Song Qingshu continued: The root of your disease is in that place. It will definitely be difficult to hide it when it is treated later. Guo Fu saw it next to me. I will treat such a secret disease, especially when it is inevitable that there will be contact with her. Even if she is stupid, she will feel that something is inappropriate.
Huang Rong suddenly became much more awake: Do you still want to contact?
Madam, don’t think wrongly. Seeing her exaggerated reaction, Song Qingshu was speechless and threw the towel in his hand over. You apply the towel to the painful lump. After the blood vessels are activated, I will take you to drain the tendons and veins, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
After a pause, he laughed: Isn’t this just contact? If Guo Fu saw you applying there, what would you explain to her then?
Huang Rong opened her mouth, knowing that what he said was reasonable, but she was soon startled by the hot towel in her hand: Is it so hot, won’t it…it’s burning?
No, Song Qingshu replied with certainty, Madam, have I forgotten that I have experience in this area?
Huang Rong couldn't help but snorted when she thought of him mentioning that he had treated someone else's similar symptoms: King Qi really has a broad range of friendship.
Hearing the sarcasm in her tone, Song Qingshu could only pretend to ignore it: You should just warm up quickly, otherwise the towel will be cooler and it will be bad.
Huang Rong really felt very uncomfortable now, and coupled with the serious consequences that the other party had caused if they had not treated them in time, she was also a little scared, so she silently took the towel into the quilt.
But she suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly: Turn around quickly.
Song Qingshu was amused and crying: Sister, you are in the quilt, what do I think of it through the thick quilt?When do I have perspective eyes?
You have such high martial arts skills, who knows if you really know how to see through.
Huang Rong couldn't help laughing as she spoke. She also realized that she was saying too exaggeratedly. No matter how high martial arts are, she is probably no longer a human being.
She had been stern since the beginning, and suddenly she smiled, as if the ice and snow had just melted, and the flowers were in full bloom. In addition, because of her body heat, she was so beautiful that she looked unparalleled.
Seeing that the other party was staring at her, Huang Rong's heart was beating wildly and she turned her head guiltily: What are you looking at?
Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh: Madam is so beautiful, it's really something that makes people never get tired of watching it for the rest of their lives.
Huang Rong actually doesn't like this kind of frivolous people, such as Ouyang Ke back then, who was even better than his sweet words.
But for some reason, when Ouyang Ke spoke so sweetly in front of her, she only felt disgusting, but Song Qingshu was the same, and it was difficult for her to really hate her.
Could it be that his tone is more sincere?Huang Rong hurriedly eliminated the thoughts that arose in her mind and deliberately looked stern: I hope the King of Qi respects himself, otherwise I will call him someone, and Dawu and Xiaowu will be outside.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, no longer continued such offensive words, and directly changed the topic: Did you apply it to your wife?If you don't feel it's hot, change it immediately.
While saying that, he twisted another towel and handed it over.
Huang Rong opened her red lips slightly, but she didn't say anything after all. She stretched out a piece of white jade-like arm from the quilt and took the towel in his hand.
Song Qingshu spread his hands: I gave it to me just now, so I soaked it in hot water again.
Huang Rong's face heated up and she hurriedly said: That... how can I give it to you?
What a joke, how could I just put it on my most private part, how could I leave it to another man?
Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that these towels were given to her by the other party's hands. Wouldn't the other party's hands be touched indirectly...
Her heart was beating wildly, and she hurriedly stopped her random thoughts, thinking that she was not those unfamiliar daughters, why did she bump into such a little deer?
Song Qingshu was also a little surprised and couldn't help but sigh: Madam, there are no outsiders here now. With the relationship between us, why should you stick to these things?
Huang Rong spat hurriedly: What does it have to do with you!However, although she said this, she no longer covered her ears in action, and still blushed and handed out the towel she had applied before.
Song Qingshu walked to the bed and looked down at the beautiful young woman huddled in the quilt: She should have applied almost the same, let's start now.
She was already seriously ill. She had only forced a breath to stay awake before, but now she was discharged and a feeling of fatigue surged up instantly.
Dawu and Xiaowu, you go outside the yard to guard and no one is allowed to disturb you.Huang Rong felt her head getting dizzy and hurriedly added.
Yes, Master's wife.Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru bowed and slowly retreated.
Song Qingshu instructed Guo Fu: Throw the veil into boiling water and soak it, and do not add cold water to it.
Guo Fu was stunned: Mom, she has a fever, shouldn’t she use a cold veil to put it on her forehead?
That's just a symptom, I'm going to treat the root cause now.Song Qingshu explained.
Guo Fu nodded in a vague way, and quickly twisted the towel out of the hot water, which made her cry: Brother Song, will you burn your mother so hot?
Song Qingshu took the towel from her hot red hand. His skills were profound enough, so he was naturally not afraid of this warmth: Don't worry, it's just right.
Just right?Guo Fu obviously didn't understand.
Miss Guo, you are tired from busy inside and outside, so take a break from the side.Song Qingshu said.
No, I'm not tired.Guo Fu shook her head. In fact, she was indeed a little tired, but now that her mother is in such a serious condition, how can she sleep?
No, you are tired.Song Qingshu's voice suddenly had a few strange accents.
Guo Fu found that the other party's eyes were as dark as ink, as if they had endless magic power, and soon his eyes became confused: Well, I really want to sleep.
Then he came to the table and sat down, lay on the table and fell asleep quickly.
Huang Rong was about to fall asleep, but suddenly realized something was wrong. When she looked here, she immediately exclaimed: What did you do to her?
It's nothing, just letting her sleep for a while.Song Qingshu replied.
The great method of soul transfer.Huang Rong was also familiar with the Nine Yin Scriptures, so she immediately reacted and subconsciously grabbed the quilt tightly in front of her chest. What are you going to do?
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: Why should you be so scared, madam? Could it be that I will eat you?
Huang Rong's face turned red. She had a delicate heart with seven orifices and her mind was much faster than that of ordinary people. She soon thought of another meaning of eating.
Song Qingshu continued: The root of your disease is in that place. It will definitely be difficult to hide it when it is treated later. Guo Fu saw it next to me. I will treat such a secret disease, especially when it is inevitable that there will be contact with her. Even if she is stupid, she will feel that something is inappropriate.
Huang Rong suddenly became much more awake: Do you still want to contact?
Madam, don’t think wrongly. Seeing her exaggerated reaction, Song Qingshu was speechless and threw the towel in his hand over. You apply the towel to the painful lump. After the blood vessels are activated, I will take you to drain the tendons and veins, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
After a pause, he laughed: Isn’t this just contact? If Guo Fu saw you applying there, what would you explain to her then?
Huang Rong opened her mouth, knowing that what he said was reasonable, but she was soon startled by the hot towel in her hand: Is it so hot, won’t it…it’s burning?
No, Song Qingshu replied with certainty, Madam, have I forgotten that I have experience in this area?
Huang Rong couldn't help but snorted when she thought of him mentioning that he had treated someone else's similar symptoms: King Qi really has a broad range of friendship.
Hearing the sarcasm in her tone, Song Qingshu could only pretend to ignore it: You should just warm up quickly, otherwise the towel will be cooler and it will be bad.
Huang Rong really felt very uncomfortable now, and coupled with the serious consequences that the other party had caused if they had not treated them in time, she was also a little scared, so she silently took the towel into the quilt.
But she suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly: Turn around quickly.
Song Qingshu was amused and crying: Sister, you are in the quilt, what do I think of it through the thick quilt?When do I have perspective eyes?
You have such high martial arts skills, who knows if you really know how to see through.
Huang Rong couldn't help laughing as she spoke. She also realized that she was saying too exaggeratedly. No matter how high martial arts are, she is probably no longer a human being.
She had been stern since the beginning, and suddenly she smiled, as if the ice and snow had just melted, and the flowers were in full bloom. In addition, because of her body heat, she was so beautiful that she looked unparalleled.
Seeing that the other party was staring at her, Huang Rong's heart was beating wildly and she turned her head guiltily: What are you looking at?
Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh: Madam is so beautiful, it's really something that makes people never get tired of watching it for the rest of their lives.
Huang Rong actually doesn't like this kind of frivolous people, such as Ouyang Ke back then, who was even better than his sweet words.
But for some reason, when Ouyang Ke spoke so sweetly in front of her, she only felt disgusting, but Song Qingshu was the same, and it was difficult for her to really hate her.
Could it be that his tone is more sincere?Huang Rong hurriedly eliminated the thoughts that arose in her mind and deliberately looked stern: I hope the King of Qi respects himself, otherwise I will call him someone, and Dawu and Xiaowu will be outside.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, no longer continued such offensive words, and directly changed the topic: Did you apply it to your wife?If you don't feel it's hot, change it immediately.
While saying that, he twisted another towel and handed it over.
Huang Rong opened her red lips slightly, but she didn't say anything after all. She stretched out a piece of white jade-like arm from the quilt and took the towel in his hand.
Song Qingshu spread his hands: I gave it to me just now, so I soaked it in hot water again.
Huang Rong's face heated up and she hurriedly said: That... how can I give it to you?
What a joke, how could I just put it on my most private part, how could I leave it to another man?
Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that these towels were given to her by the other party's hands. Wouldn't the other party's hands be touched indirectly...
Her heart was beating wildly, and she hurriedly stopped her random thoughts, thinking that she was not those unfamiliar daughters, why did she bump into such a little deer?
Song Qingshu was also a little surprised and couldn't help but sigh: Madam, there are no outsiders here now. With the relationship between us, why should you stick to these things?
Huang Rong spat hurriedly: What does it have to do with you!However, although she said this, she no longer covered her ears in action, and still blushed and handed out the towel she had applied before.
Song Qingshu walked to the bed and looked down at the beautiful young woman huddled in the quilt: She should have applied almost the same, let's start now.
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