Chapter 474: Episode 474

it hurts!
it hurts!
Even if his mind was still trapped in the darkness, he was not awake at all, but the pain had already come first, Nan Yan couldn't help frowning, and muttered, "It hurts..."
Subconsciously reached out to grab something.
At this moment, a hand stretched out, and with force, it gently grabbed her wrist and put it aside.
Nan Yan was still uncomfortable, constantly shaking his head and muttering.
"it hurts……"
"..."
"It hurts……"
Listening to her murmur, Zhu Feng, who was sitting on the bed, looked blue as if he had been punched. He gritted his teeth and moved his eyes away from the small wrinkled face and looked towards the room. The imperial doctor standing there, and the doctor of the palace.
"You, you guys, can't you make her feel better?!"
"The emperor forgive me!"
Those people knelt in fright.
The imperial doctor said bitterly: "Weichen and others have already taken the best plaster for the female officer."
Zhu Feng let out a heavy sigh, then said, "Useless things."
"..."
"Get out!"
If a group of people received the amnesty, they all bowed their heads in thanks, and then quit one after another.
Zhu Feng turned his head again and looked at Nan Yan, who was constantly waving his head in pain and whispering unconsciously on the bed, only felt like a needle was stuck in his heart.
He clasped her hands and tried to make his voice sound softer.
Although, I don't know if she can really hear: "Nanyan, don't move."
"..."
"Don't hurt yourself."
As if she understood what he was saying, the little girl finally calmed down slowly, but her dry mouth was still muttering something.
Seeing that her lips were about to crack apart-this is the north, which is of course different from the warm and moist Jinling. Zhu Feng got up and got a cup of tea. After thinking about it, he took a sip, and then, as he had done before In that way, leaned down slowly.
Aimed at her lips--
"Ok?"
A somewhat vague voice came from Zhu Feng's ears. As soon as Zhu Feng opened his eyes, he saw that Nan Yan had opened his eyes, and his clear eyes were still with a little mist of water, staring at him blankly.
With a "gudong", he swallowed the tea.
"you're awake?"
"..."
Nan Yan was still a little unrecoverable. When she opened her eyes, she saw an enlarged face, which she couldn't react at all.
Just stared at him blankly.
Zhu Feng straightened up and looked down at her again: "Is it better?"
"……emperor?"
Just after speaking these two words, an uncomfortable feeling came from his throat, and Nan Yan suddenly choked and coughed.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough cough..."
Zhu Feng hurriedly hugged her, let her sit on the soft cushion beside the bed, and then brought the tea he had already drunk to her mouth: "Drink something first."
The fire was scorching in his throat, Nan Yan had no time to say anything, and immediately took a few sips.
Finally, I feel a little more comfortable.
She raised her head, and she finally became sober: "The emperor, the slave servant--"
"You fainted," Zhu Feng squeezed the tea cup and said: "Moreover, you inhaled too much smoke."
"..."
"The doctor said, there is corpse gas in the smoke, which is not good for you."
"..."
"You need to rest for a while."
"..."
Listening to what he said, Nan Yan was stunned for another moment, and then took a breath of air-conditioning.
She remembered!
Before I fell into a coma, I wanted to drag the corpse out of the coffin, but the fire—