White Moonlight Rescue System [Quick Transmigration]

For some reason this year, the heavy snow has been falling continuously for more than half a month. Looking around, it is covered with snow. The pagoda trees in the main courtyard are crumbling under the weight of the snow, making the sound of falling snow from time to time.

Lin Ce was wearing a snow-white cloak and holding a gold-plated hollow stove in his hand, sitting on a soft couch looking at the heavy snow in a trance.

Three full days have passed since the assassin was attacked last time, and Lin Ce was moved to the Lingshu Terrace to recuperate.

In fact, he also knew that it was superfluous to block the sword for Fu Ling. After all, a dignified national teacher would not be afraid of the danger of the sword.

And Fu Ling's identity is not as simple as it appears on the surface. It has only been more than a hundred years since the Yu Dynasty was founded by the previous emperor, but Lin Ce knew that Fu Ling had entanglements with the previous dynasty. I don't know how he feels when he becomes the national teacher of the new dynasty.

"My lord." Chong Qing behind him closed the cloak for him, and said in a low voice, "Master Guoshi is back."

Lin Ce looked over and saw a tall figure walking slowly through the wind and snow holding an azure oil-paper umbrella.

The umbrella bearer was wearing a silver mask and a long purple robe with wide sleeves, his black hair was loosely tied with a purple bamboo hairpin, and his eyes were as black as ink, which was hard to describe.

It was Fu Ling who he had touched just now.

Fu Ling walked slowly to the eaves, shook the snow on the umbrella, and then said calmly, "Is Your Highness feeling better today?"

"The cough today is not as serious as the previous days." Chong Qing replied in a low voice.

Fu Ling nodded slightly, and said lightly: "It seems that the medicinal bath cannot be stopped."

Chong Qing stared blankly, then realized something, raised his eyes to look at the thick young man who was leaning on the soft couch, and finally retreated slowly.

Lin Ce's peach-blossom eyes were raised slightly, the fundus of his eyes shone brightly, and he smiled softly.

The sound is as sweet as beads falling on a jade plate.

As if Fu Ling didn't hear his chuckle, she stepped forward and slowly lifted Lin Ce from the soft couch and walked into the house.

In his arms, Lin Ce wrapped around his neck like a weak and boneless snake, breathing like blue in his ear.

"Why should Master Guoshi come in person? It's the same to ask Chongqing to come here."

Fu Ling's eyelashes drooped slightly, looking at the cunning young man smiling in her arms, she frowned, and said lightly: "Of course my things cannot pass through other people's hands."

It's just that I don't know whether he is talking about Lin Ce or his drugs.

There was mist behind the red sandalwood screen, and Fu Ling slowly took off his clothes for him, revealing his white skin, the jade hairpin was removed, and the black hair was scattered on his shoulders, making his small face even whiter.

When the clothes were completely taken off, Fu Ling lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on his bare|exposed skin.

"What are you looking at, Mr. National Teacher?" Lin Ce asked in a slow tone with his eyebrows curved.

Fu Ling remained silent, looked away, took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve robe, and poured all the liquid inside into the water.

The surface of the water quickly spread into a layer of blue, and Lin Ce tentatively put his toes into the medicine pool, and the warm touch made him squint his eyes comfortably.

After a sound of water shaking, he submerged his whole body in the pool, leaving only his thick and snow-white face floating on the surface of the water.

After half a cup of tea, Lin Ce felt a prickly itch in his body. Knowing that the medicine had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, he quickly bit his vermilion lips to stop the moan that was about to escape.

I saw an unnatural flush on his snow-white face, his eyelashes as black as crow feathers trembled slightly, he looked sideways at the motionless person at the side, and stretched out his thin white wrist, hoping that he would soften his heart Generally speaking, the tone trembled slightly: "Master National Teacher."

Fu Ling's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the sparkle in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, bear with it for a while."

When Lin Ce finished washing, he seemed to have collapsed and was at the mercy of Fu Ling.

Fu Ling gently wiped his body with a soft towel, and then slowly put on the snow-white coat for him. I don't know if it was his illusion, but I always felt that the hands with sharp bones were sliding on his waistline intentionally or unintentionally. .

"Dong Dong" There was a knock on the door suddenly, and then Chong Qing's voice sounded.

"My lord, it's time for the prince to take medicine."

Fu Ling reached out and hugged Lin Ce to the soft couch, without looking back, "Come in."

Chong Qing walked in slowly with a porcelain bowl in his hand, Lin Ce frowned as he looked at the dark potion handed to him.

"My lord, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease, just bear with it." Chong Qing knew his temper, and softly persuaded: "If you really feel bitter, just pinch your subordinate's arm."

Before Lin Ce could speak, he felt that his chin was lifted slightly, and then felt a burst of pain, and was forced to open his lips, and a warm and cool liquid flowed into his mouth, which immediately filled his mouth with a bitter taste.

He struggled subconsciously, and a dark potion flowed from his lips, forming a sharp contrast with his snow-white complexion.

"What are you doing?" Lin Ce coughed lightly, and looked angrily at the man in the silver mask.

Seeing this, Chong Qing hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back, felt the thin shoulder blades under his hands, felt pity in his heart, if only he stopped earlier, so what about the national teacher, how can he compare with the prince.

Lin Ce was about to speak again, but he felt something was stuffed into his mouth again. This time, Chong Qingyan quickly grabbed his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Master, I respect you as a teacher, but don't let me Be rude to the prince, otherwise..."

"Chongqing." Lin Ce interrupted him suddenly, feeling the sweet taste in his mouth, and his thoughts were a bit complicated.

Fu Ling turned around, put the candied fruit into her wide sleeve robe, and whispered "children"

Lin Ce was slightly taken aback, is this saying that he is as afraid of suffering as a child?

Looking at the back of the man leaving slowly, Chong Qing's expression was a bit complicated.

"Help me up." Lin Ce said slowly.

Chong Qing came back to his senses and helped Lin Ce up, his movements were gentle as if he was dealing with a fragile treasure. Suddenly, as if he remembered something serious, he said in a deep voice: "My lord, there is news from the palace, saying that we are going to You're at a hunting convention."

Lin Ce frowned slightly, and then slowly relaxed: "Tell Brother Huang, just say I'm going."

The author has something to say: two updates are complete!Thank you for the mines sent by the three little babies, it makes me feel that I am not a mine insulator~

ps Chongqing: If you eat enough food, you will be the king of dogs [from a famous quote from a single dog]