After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

Seeing him like this, Xiyu probably guessed what he was thinking.

In fact, when she was looking for someone to help her take on this task this time, she had no intention of hiding her abilities completely.

However, everyone has their own expertise, and she is not good at taking pulses and diagnosing illnesses.

"You don't have to belittle yourself. I just have a good memory, and I read a lot of prescriptions when I was a child, so I can do this. I don't know what the Imperial Hospital knows."

Xiyu comforted him softly. Although there was a smile on her lips, it did not reach her eyes.

After a moment, she paused and continued, "The most important thing is that you, Doctor Zhao, are smart. Not only do you write good prescriptions, but you also understand the basics of being a human being. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, these are all researched by me."

Zhao Kuangsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, then said goodbye and left.

After he left, Xiyu stood up by supporting herself on the stone table.

After sitting for an entire afternoon, my previously injured buttocks and inner thighs were still aching.

She returned to the room, confirmed that Yinzhen was still unconscious, and circulated her spiritual power.

While ensuring that his health value remains at 81%, he uses the remaining spiritual power in his body to repair the damage on his buttocks.

But he had consumed too much just now, and the remaining spiritual energy was only enough to heal his buttocks, and the inside of his thighs were still a little red and swollen.

Xiyu let out a long sigh. After working hard for half a year, he was back to the time before liberation.

She turned her head and her eyes slowly fell on the man with a slightly rosy face on the bed. Her clear eyes became particularly bright.

Not bad at all.

【Congratulations, the crisis is resolved. 】

Qixi bubbles at the right time.

Xiyu ignored him. It seemed that the huge rock in her heart had finally fallen to the ground. She yawned involuntarily, and a strong feeling of sleepiness surged into her heart like a tide.

She stretched, took off all her clothes and placed them neatly aside.

Wearing only a thin nightgown, she slowly moved to the inside of the bed.

Then he carefully crawled into the bed, adjusted himself into a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

Warmth surrounded her, and her nostrils were filled with the scent of the man's cold cypress trees on a snowy day.

Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she gradually lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

While in his sleep, Yinzhen gradually felt a chill coming over him, as if he was in a winter world of ice and snow.

The cold air filled the air, causing him to shiver.

He subconsciously put his arms around himself, but touched something furry.

When he lowered his eyes to look, he found a chubby little fox curled up in his arms, moving restlessly.

This little fox is very cute, with fur as white as snow and eyes like crystal clear gems, sparkling with cunning and smart light. Its appearance reminds him of his concubine who is far away in the capital.

He reached out and touched it. It felt very soft and the other person even purred comfortably.

The little fox seemed to like Yinzhen very much. It would crawl into his clothes from time to time. Its soft fur rubbed against his chest, bringing waves of itch, which made a soft laugh escape from his throat.

The coldness of his body gradually made him wake up. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that everything he had just experienced was just a dream.

The reason I felt cold just now was because the quilt covering me fell to the ground.

The one who was fumbling in his arms was not the little fox at all, but the young concubine who was supposed to be far away in the capital.

Yinzhen was a little dazed, not sure if he was dreaming again.

Perhaps because there was no quilt, the young lady kept her eyes closed and frowned the whole time, and her soft fingers were still groping around, as if she was looking for something.

After a moment, she tentatively reached into his clothes and snuggled into his arms like a kitten finding the source of heat.

Her fingers were slightly cool, and the touch on her chest felt incredibly real. Even her breath was warm, gently spraying on the skin on her chest, feeling a little burning.

Yinzhen suddenly remembered why he was lying here. He immediately got out of bed and tried to keep as much distance between them as possible, then covered his mouth and nose.

The young concubine is weak and if she contracts the plague, the consequences will be disastrous.

In the darkness, no matter how sharp his reaction was, he was bound to bump into things, not to mention that it was an unfamiliar environment.

The tables and chairs made a creaking sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the dark night.

The heat source suddenly left, Xiyu turned over in a daze and was about to continue searching when a harsh sound suddenly came into his ears and consciousness began to slowly return.

She slowly propped herself up and knelt on the bed. The pajamas she was wearing were wrinkled and messy from rolling around. The collar was slightly open, revealing her fair and slender neck.

The faint moonlight fell on her through the open window, outlining a faint light and shadow, as if covering her with a veil.

This scene was like a beautiful painting. Yinzhen stood there motionless, as if immersed in it.

The breeze blew in through the window, and a strand of black hair fell on her cheek, bringing a slight itch. Xiyu subconsciously raised her hand and touched her cheek.

She opened her eyes and looked towards the door through the moonlight, where there was a tall figure.

"Master?"

Xiyu spoke slowly, her soft voice a little hoarse from having just woken up.

She moved towards the bed, trying to be closer to Yinzhen.

"Sit there and don't move!"

Yinzhen spoke in a low and magnetic voice, and he shouted coldly in a hurry.

He took another step back, and because he moved too hastily, his shoulder accidentally hit the shelf behind him.

"Master~"

Having never been treated like this by him before, Xiyu revealed a hint of grievance in her voice.

"I came all the way here, and you are so mean to me."

As she spoke, she moved her body backwards and turned her head away from the black figure standing in the room.

This look was just like a cat that was throwing a tantrum and ignoring people, which instantly made Yinzhen's heart soften.

He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not being mean to you, I'm infected with the disease, it's really..."

Xiyu interrupted him angrily, her tone was full of coquettishness and a barely perceptible cry.

"We've been together for several hours, kissing and hugging each other. If it was contagious, I'm afraid I would have been infected a long time ago. What's the point of hiding now?"

The voice was so small that it floated into Yinzhen's ears and into his heart with the wind, bringing with it an indescribable feeling of soreness.

"It's been a long, long, long time since we last met, and you didn't even..."

Her waist was held in someone's arms. She was stunned for a moment, her red lips slightly parted and she slowly uttered a few unfinished words, "Hold me."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so mean to you just now."

She heard the man's low, self-blaming voice in her ears, the arms around her waist and abdomen tightened little by little, and the warm breath brushed across the sensitive skin on her ears, making her shrink her neck involuntarily.