Wen Wenlan was sleeping soundly on Zhou Mohuai. Zhou Mohuai gently patted Wen Wenlan's back. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed, losing his sleepiness.

He realized just now that Buyu seemed to have a prejudice against him, and he didn't know what he did wrong.

Since he came back, Wen Wenlan did whatever he said, and there was no problem with it.

Zhou Mohuai thought about it all night but didn't think of it. The sky gradually became clearer. Wen Wenlan still hugged Zhou Mohuai tightly, and there was no sign of waking up. Zhou Mohuai also closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Wen Wenlan was lazy and didn't get up early. Due to her occasional physical discomfort, she woke up until the end of the day. Seeing that it was already too early, she simply asked Buyu to go to the Political Affairs Hall and said that she would not come this morning.

The slight morning light fell into the bed through the curtain. Wen Wenlan leaned on her body, and the backlight was like a paintbrush that outlined Zhou Mohuai's delicate facial features. She couldn't help but stretch out her fingers and gently touched Zhou Mohuai's eyes. Her finger belly gently brought down her nose and stopped on his lips, like a dream, even a god could be such a masterpiece.

Wen Wenlan still remembers the flowing light of He Peige's paintings for the youth, and every stroke of the touching heart, while every work is fascinating.

Even after so long now, when I look back, I still feel like I still have an unfinished feeling.

Yes, it’s been a long time since He Ruo went to the palace to paint, and the imperial painter was not in vain.

Zhou Mohuai suddenly hummed. Wen Wenlan thought Zhou Mohuai was awake, but when she looked up, she saw Zhou Mohuai still closed her eyes. Wen Wenlan moved her fingers up little by little, and she touched Zhou Mohuai's eyes again.

She liked these eyes very much.

While distracted, Wen Wenlan's hand was taken down by Zhou Mohuai and placed it on his heart. Before he could feel the feeling coming from his palm, a pair of warm big hands covered her forehead.

"Well, it's much better now, and it should be getting hotter." Zhou Mohuai raised his arm and took Wen Wenlan over, "You were really hot last night."

Wen Wenlan was so dizzy that she was hugged by Zhou Mohuai. I don’t know if it was because she had not recovered or because of something else.

"I was also surprised when I suddenly felt feverish." Wen Wenlan turned around and lay beside Zhou Mohuai. She raised half of her body, grabbed Zhou Mohuai's hair and scratched him under his nose. "But I still feel that my head is a little heavy now, I'm afraid I still have to rest for a while."

"I feel that my head is not finished yet. I said I would like to ask you to take a little longer. If you don't have to rest for this time, you will have another two days of rest. You don't have to go to court these two days. It's not too late to worry about the major affairs of the court when your health is completely cured. Last night, you lay on me like a kitten. When you see that you are sick, your emperor's demeanor will be gone."

Zhou Mohuai pulled the quilt to cover Wen Wenlan's shoulders. He shook his head, and it was really itchy to scratch the ends of his hair.

"It's getting late now. It's time to eat something. You can take medicine after eating. Buyu and they have been waiting outside for a long time."

As he said that, Zhou Mohuai called Buyu and waited for others to come in. After the two of them washed up briefly, Zhou Mohuai served Wen Wenlan to eat.

As soon as the two of them put down the bowl, Dong Ying and Dongling came in with the medicine bowl. Wen Wenlan stared at the bowl of black medicine, feeling scared. Zhou Mohuai quickly hugged her shoulders.

"Your Majesty, Lin Yu sent me the medicine jade, saying that he would wear it for one day and not take it off until the evening before taking a shower."

Yaoyu is a headband made of ice silk belts smoked with medicinal sauce wrapped in pieces of jade slices. Zhou Mohuai took the medicine jade from Dongying's hand and circled Wen'an's forehead. Then, he picked up the medicine bowl from Dongling to feed Wen'an to drink medicine.

Wen Wenlan leaned against the pillow and faced inside, but refused to turn around. No matter how Zhou Mohuai coaxed her, she didn't listen to advice. Wen Wenlan was like a child's temper and refused to take medicine no matter what she said.

Zhou Mohuai put down the medicine bowl, pressed Wen Wenlan's shoulder with both hands, and looked at her eyes carefully, "I'll drink it with you, can you drink the medicine well, okay?"

After hearing what Zhou Mohuai said, he would stop him without saying anything. This is the medicine that is three parts poisonous, so how can you drink it casually?

Zhou Mohuai waved his hand and signaled that he would not worry. He asked someone to take water to rinse his mouth, then hugged Wen Wenlan with one hand to prevent her from moving, and held the bowl of the medicine spoon with the other hand.

He took a sip on himself, then kissed Wen Wenlan's lips and sent all the medicine to her.

The bitter medicine flowed through the mouthpiece and arrogantly provoked every inch of taste buds. The bitter breath in the mouth rushed straight into the forehead. Wen Wenlan's wet eyes opened slightly, trying to escape but was stopped by Zhou Mohuai and could not move. She bit Zhou Mohuai's lips and sucked it little by little, even if there was a trace of fishy sweetness in the bitterness, she would not let go.

Traditional Chinese medicine treats diseases, Zhou Mohuai is like plum candy held by Dongling. Treating her can also suppress all the bitterness of life.

After the last mouthful of medicine, Wen Wenlan was reluctant to let go of Zhou Mohuai. She climbed Zhou Mohuai with her arms and locked him tightly.

Zhou Mohuai's sweetness and warmth almost made her lose her mind. She threw away all her worries and worries, and even the three souls and seven spirits were about to float to the fairy world.

"Hmm? Is it still bitter?" Zhou Mohuai finally put a kiss on Wen Wenlan's lips and left her warmth.

Wen Wenlan put his hands on Zhou Mohuai's chest, his eyes were misty, his cheeks were slightly red, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead and neck. She gasped slightly, and she became more energetic and her head was no longer heavy.

The disease is almost cured.

"You didn't sweat when you hugged you last night. I didn't expect you to sweat like this. I would have known that I would have done more last night." Zhou Mohuai picked up a handkerchief to wipe Wen Wenlan's sweat to prevent her from catching a cold again.

After finally waiting for His Majesty to finish his medicine, the four of them, who were blushing and drooping with their heads and were about to hit the ground, almost trotting out.

"Why are you so annoying today?" Wen Wenlan pushed Zhou Mohuai with her hands, covering her face, and her dignity and majesty were all lost.

"Hmm? Isn't this what you have been looking forward to?" Zhou Mohuaiqi's breathing was close to each other. He sorted out the jade that was slightly tilted on Wen Wenlan's head, "Didn't you blame me all the time before?"

Wen Wenlan cleared his throat and hugged her emotions. It was indeed as Zhou Mohuai said, but she did not expect that once Zhou Mohuai took action, this operation would be simply uncontrollable.

Ah no, I can't bear it.

"I..." Wen Wenlan looked at Zhou Mohuai with a bright look. Through his bright eyes, Wen Wenlan could clearly see himself in Zhou Mohuai's eyes.

The temperature in her ears was rising, and Wen Wenlan could not bear it anymore. She moved her fingers that were almost frozen, and moved her lips, "Don't speak, take my memorial."

But Zhou Mohuai chuckled, "They have gone out long ago. Do you want them to come in now?"

Wen Wenlan photographed Zhou Mohuai and raised his voice, "Don't speak, come in!"

He ran in without saying a word, holding a stack of memorials, followed by Dongying holding a pen and ink.

"Have Zhao Shunran returned the memorial? When did the eldest princess and Zuo Heng leave the palace yesterday?" Wen Wenlan pushed Zhou Mohuai away and looked at the memorial, ignoring him, "Is there anything wrong with the Political Affairs Hall today?"

"Mr. Zhao's memorial was delivered early this morning, and there was nothing serious about the Political Affairs Hall. Yesterday, the eldest princess and Zuo Heng left the palace together without dinner."

Wen Wenlan casually read a few memorials and found that there was no big deal. Today's memorial should be approved soon.

"Oh by the way, Buyan went to Tianjiansi and said that His Highness the Princess would marry him and asked him to choose a good day and report it to me." As he said that, Wen Wenlan waved his hand, "Don't make this happen in advance."

Wen Wenlan thought that it was a matter of concluding marriage to the eldest princess and Zuo Heng would not be changed. Since he knew that this was the case, he would prepare first and let Tianjiansi see a good day.

But she would not give this imperial edict to her elder sister on her own initiative. She would wait for her elder sister to come to the door to explain clearly.

"Wait a minute." Wen Wenlan called back before Buyan even stepped out of the bedroom. "You urge the high priest to ask when I can pay attention to my wedding date?"

Wuyan paused and got the order out.

"The eldest princess is married?" Zhou Mohuai remembered the unruly eldest princess. He had seen the greatness of the eldest princess when he was still in the palace. He didn't know who could suppress her. "Who are you with?"

"Left Heng." Wen Wenlan put down the memorial and looked at Zhou Mohuai, "It was yesterday's incident, a marriage brought by a heavy rain."

Wen Wenlan told Zhou Mohuai what he saw yesterday to the confused Zhou Mohuai. Zhou Mohuai suddenly realized that he had vaguely felt that the relationship between the two was not very ordinary, and he thought that Zuo Heng was afraid of the eldest princess, but he didn't expect that the real relationship was like this.

"You are half a matchmaker. If you hadn't brought him into the palace, he wouldn't have seen the eldest princess."

Wen Wenlan originally wanted to introduce the eldest princess to Zhao Shunran, but the two of them had no idea at all, but in the end they still had results.

"I don't know if Zhao Qing was wet when she left the palace." Wen Wenlan sighed. He asked him to enter the palace at that time yesterday, which not only disturbed him, but also caused him to get wet in vain. "I have the chance to comfort Zhao Qing."

"This Zhao Qing and Zhao Shunran are of extraordinary talent, you appreciate him very much." Zhou Mohuai noticed that Wen Wenlan's name Zhao Shunran is different from the titles of other ministers, and her tone is also different. Whenever she mentions Zhao Shunran, her tone is slightly raised, "Why haven't I heard of such a talented person in the court?"

If he heard it correctly and read it correctly, the letter from Wen Wenlan mentioned the Dragon and Lion yesterday should have been written by Zhao Shunran.

"Zhao Shunran, she is the top scorer I have chosen." Wen Wenlan said lightly.

Since he is the top scholar, it is worthy of being valued. Zhou Mohuai nodded and chuckled, "I really want to meet this top scholar when I have the chance."

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Your Majesty's illness made Zhou Mohuai know, and finally got it. It was not Wen Wenlan who said he would do what he did~

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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