Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 45 Xiao Jiaojiao in the Palace (5)

"This girl's body is really too weak. We can't use strong medicine now. We can only nurse her back slowly and carefully."

"Are you sure you can cure the person?"

"...Caomin can't guarantee it." He thought about it and finally chose to tell the truth.

"I got it." Rong Yan waved his hand to ask him to leave, "Butler, take the prescription and go to the hospital to prescribe medicine."

……

There were only two people left alone in the house.

Rong Yan took a cloth, dipped it in warm water, and gently wiped her face.Move carefully, lest you accidentally hurt her.

His fingertips fell on Ruan Ruan's lightly frowned brow, and touched lightly——

Of course he knew this face.

Su Hong once brought a portrait, and the face in front of him was painted on the portrait.

At that time, Su Hong's daughter ran away, and at his request, Su Hong brought an adopted daughter from outside into the palace for her.

When deciding on the candidate, Su Hong specially sent a portrait for him to take a look at. At that time, he was indifferent and just glanced at it casually before having it sent back.

At the same time, there was another sentence sent to him, just let him make his own decision.

Rong Yan prides himself on strategizing, taking every step he takes and never regrets it.Only incompetent people would dwell on what has happened.

Now I feel regret for the first time in my life...

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When Ruan Ruan woke up, his ears were buzzing, his head was dizzy, and his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking.

A glass of water was handed to her mouth in time, and she tried to lift herself up. A hand was put on the back of her shoulder to help her raise her head slightly.

Ruan Ruan swallowed the warm water in the cup in big gulps. He drank too quickly and accidentally choked it into his trachea. He covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

Rong Yan patted her and helped her breathe smoothly.

"Drink slowly, no one will compete with you."

Ruan Ruan finally came to his senses and followed his voice.

"you are?"

"I'm Rong Yan." He still didn't let go of the hand that was helping her breathe.

Ruan Ruan's eyes turned around, looking at the obviously unfamiliar environment in front of him, the azure curtain swaying slightly above his head.Then her eyes fell on his face.

His face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like stars.

The brow bones are sharp, and the clear eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts.Her long black hair is tied up with a hosta, her nose is high and delicate, and her lips are lightly pink, making her look pretty and delicious.

She has heard the name.

"You saved me." The voice was firm and full of weakness.

"Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will blame you? He hates me very much, and he shouldn't let me go so easily..."

Ruan Ruan certainly didn't want to persuade him to send him back.The tyrant is obviously torturing her to death, and I am afraid that she will become cannon fodder in the near future... If there is any strategy to mention, we can only think of ways to save her life first.

But the matter itself has nothing to do with him. She can't harm others just for herself...

"Now that you know my identity, it's still too late to put me back!" Ruan Ruan pretended not to care, holding his head high and speaking harshly.

I don’t know that I have been wronged to the extreme.

Rong Yan saw through her clumsy disguise at a glance, but did not expose it.

"Since I brought you out, I naturally know the consequences. Don't worry, I won't send you back easily."

Ruan Ruan's true emotions were revealed, and she looked at him eagerly, "Thank you! I will definitely repay you in the future."

Rong Yan laughed.

……

The butler came in with a tray.

The concoction in the bowl was still steaming, and it looked like it had just been boiled and brought over.

The butler stood aside with a tray. Rong Yan held up the bowl with a handkerchief and stirred it twice with a spoon.

The slender fingers gently held the handle of the spoon, and the bone china-like hands were actually a bit whiter than it.

Ruan Ruan was half leaning on the bedside. Looking at the bowl of medicine in front of him, he remembered what he drank in the palace some time ago.

The bitterness came up like an illusion.

"...Can you not drink it?"

(End of this chapter)