Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 283 Young Master is Delicate and Weak
In an elegant and extremely chic manor.

Sikong Zhao sat in the tub with his upper body naked, and the mist drifted upwards little by little.

The long black hair is fixed on the top of the head with only one jasper hairpin, and the rest is scattered around the shoulders. A pair of beautiful eyebrows and eyes are tightly closed together.

And Bei'er, who was wearing a white Ru skirt, stood beside the tub, with Xue Fei and Ling Yue beside him.

A black medicine box was held in one hand, and a jasper brocade box was held in the other.

"His Highness wants to take out the Phoenix Crow, because its medicinal properties cannot be exposed to the air for a long time, so you have to cooperate tacitly with the blood, and you take out the porcelain bottle marked with red in the medicine box , when you take it out, you have to quickly pour the potion in the porcelain bottle over the herbs, do you understand?" Bei Er's icy blue eyes were full of seriousness.

The two bowed back and said, "Good Your Highness."

Bei'er took out the deerskin gloves and gently opened Jasper's brocade box.

In an instant, the whole room was filled with the refreshing aroma of herbs.

Especially Lingyue, who was holding the jasper brocade box, after inhaling the fragrance of this herb, his originally indifferent face actually softened a bit.

When Xue Fei next to him saw it, his gentle eyes narrowed slightly.

The fleeting look happened to be seen by Bei'er, and the corner of her mouth involuntarily twitched. It seems that her family spirit is better for this young man to see.

Bei Er took the Phoenix Crow and put it in a white medicine pestle, looked up at the bloodless blood, and said in a serious tone, "Why are you standing there?"

Xue Fei came back to his senses, and hurriedly poured the potion from the porcelain bottle onto the herb, and in an instant the red herb turned into a pool of fiery red potion.

It exuded a strange sweet smell, and Sikong Zhao, who was in the bathtub with his eyes closed, smelled this smell.

Suddenly opened his eyes, his cold moon-like pupils looked at Bei'er, and then at the white medicinal pestle, he knew that this sweet smell was exactly the same as the smell from her neck, this smell was very touching He is fascinated.

Bei'er added a lot of elixirs and other medicinal herbs to the fiery red potion.

When all this was done, a quarter of an hour had passed, and she carefully poured it into the bathtub, and the clear water instantly turned red.

Sikong Zhao felt his skin become prickly and painful, he clenched his teeth in pain, thick sweat dripped down from his forehead, past the long black and thick eyelashes, past the bright red lips, and along the towering Adam's apple , fell into the tub.

Looking at this scene, Bei'er couldn't help swallowing.

This man is so captivating, his beauty is as breathtaking as ever, I really want to reach out and help him wipe off his sweat~
Seeing his painful appearance, Bei Er leaned slightly and whispered into his ear, "After the potion is poured, it will enter into your skin, and this process will definitely hurt a little, so bear with it for now."

Minutes passed by.

The fiery red water in the tub became lighter and lighter.

An hour later, the water in the tub became completely crystal clear.

Bei'er took a step forward, stretched out her plain fingertips, and lightly rested on Sikong Zhao's pulse.

After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief. The cold poison in this person's body was completely healed, and he would no longer be tortured by illness.

Seeing Sikong Zhao who had fallen into a coma, she stretched out her hand to fish him out of the tub, took the cotton cloth that Xue Fei handed over, and carefully wiped his body clean.

Wrapped in a brocade robe, put it on the bed in the bedroom.

at dusk.

Lying on the bed, Sikong Zhao's long black eyelashes trembled for a moment, and slowly opened those cold moon-like pupils.

Realizing that his hand was being grabbed, he turned his head slightly to look over, and found that Bei Er was lying there exhaustedly beside the bed, with a cold and bright little face buried in the palm of his hand.

Outside the open window sill, a ray of evening glow came in from the outside and fell on her body. You could even see the soft down on her cheeks. At this moment, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, noble and elegant. Incomparable.

The corners of Sikong Zhao's beautiful eyes lifted slightly, he stretched out his other hand, and gently pinched her pink cheeks.

Well, it feels good, he likes it.

After a busy day, Beier finally fell asleep lying on the bedside, when she suddenly felt a slightly cold hand pinching her face, she pouted angrily, and opened those ice blue eyes. His eyes looked at the man who was playing a prank with a hint of resentment.

Sikong Zhao met her eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and asked softly, "Your Highness, are you awake?"

Bei Er stretched out his hand and rubbed the cheek that was hurt by him, "Why are you pinching His Highness's cheek, it hurts so much, you know that his skin is very delicate, if you pinch it like this, it will definitely turn red."

"Because it is very delicate and feels good in the hand, I pinched it."

"Hmph, if you ignore you, you'll know you're bullying me."

Sikong Zhao looked at the sulking Bei'er, stretched out his hand to grab her white wrist, and pulled her into his arms with a light force, his arms tightly hugging her slender waist, and his graceful chin in the hollow of her shoulder.

"Your Highness."

Bei'er's small face was pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, she let out a soft "hmm".

Sikong Zhao lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her rosy lips, and couldn't help calling out again, "Your Highness."

Bei Er's icy blue eyes leaked a slightly puzzled expression, he didn't understand why this person kept calling him, "What's wrong?"

Her voice just fell.

Sikong Zhao stretched out his bony fingertips, gently pinched Bei'er's chin, lowered his head and kissed it.

"Uh...uh..."

It's not the first time that Bei'er has kissed him. At this moment, Sikong Zhao is different from the gentleness in the past, and has become extremely domineering, which makes her a little overwhelmed.

Sikong Zhao forcefully pried open her teeth, and blended in with her extremely forcefully. The evening glow gradually disappeared into the sky, and the night gradually darkened.

There was a creaking sound from the red rosewood bed.

That night.

Bei'er nestled in his arms exhaustedly, she regretted treating this guy's cold poison.

He was originally sick and weak, but now he has become extremely fierce.

She rubbed her sore waist, and began to pray for her future in her heart. This person is too strong and domineering.

The 57th year of Dayun Dynasty Apocalypse.

Empress Dugumin thought that she was getting old, so she issued an imperial edict and Zen was located in the empress Dowager Dugu Bei'er.

When Bei'er received the imperial edict for the throne, she looked at Sikong Zhao who was beside her with a beautiful face with a bitter face. She really had no idea about the throne.

She will lose her freedom when she becomes an empress. Thinking of this, she softly called out, "Zhaoer——"

Sikong Zhao took a step forward, gently held her hand, with love in his eyes, and said in a doting tone, "Don't worry, I'm here~"

(End of this chapter)