Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 217 King Qi, I caught you.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Yu Qinghuan almost collapsed when he suddenly heard the news.

Changsun Tao was dying, and it was her fault.

How many words and how many languages ​​are needed to express the indescribable emotions in her heart.

Yu Qinghuan slowly let go of Xie Yun's coat, her face suddenly turned pale. She was stunned there, losing her familiar calmness for the first time. She stared blankly at Xie Yun for a long time, and in the blink of an eye, there were tears. Falling with a rustle.

"Give me the prescription, and I will save him." Finally, when Yu Qinghuan said these words, she had lost her voice.

Xie Yun said with a sad expression: "Only Zhaohua knows the prescription. Maybe A-Ling also knows it, but A-Ling won't tell you."

Yu Qinghuan didn't answer any more, turned around and walked out.

Xie Yun looked at her, with a sigh in his eyes and some indescribable emotions: "Princess, I'm sorry."

Yu Qinghuan didn't hear it, and she didn't want to hear anything. It didn't mean anything to her. At this moment, all she could think about was the news that Chang Sun Tao would not live long.

She didn't have time to care about what happened to Xie Yun. She didn't care what the weather was like. Her heart was so confused, as if there was a ferocious little beast gnawing uneasily in her heart.

"Didn't I tell you to have a good sleep? Why are you hanging out at night?" Chang Sun Tao's voice suddenly sounded. Yu Qinghuan turned around and saw that he was standing on the corridor.

Black clothes and black hair blended into the night, but his face was as cold as a white jade in this night.

A dim yellow lamp sprinkled soft light on him, adding some tenderness and warmth, as if after a hard day's work and returning home under the stars and the moon, the one he loved turned on a lamp and guarded his body. Delicious meals are waiting in front of the table.

How could such a wonderful person not live long?

The little beast was gnawing at her heart again, making her chest feel tight and blocked, making her unable to breathe.

Changsun Tao seemed to notice something strange about her, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Yu Qinghuan couldn't control her emotions and didn't show them. For fear of being discovered by Chang Sun Tao, she suddenly squatted down holding her stomach and cried out with a "wow": "I'm hungry and my stomach hurts."

Changsun Tao seemed to sigh, walked up to her and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." Yu Qinghuan reached out and hugged Chang Sun Tao's leg, "I will eat whatever you give me."

Changsun Tao raised his foot and tried to pull it out, but ended up throwing Yu Qinghuan out.

"You..." Changsun Tao's expression moved slightly, as if he was a little frightened.

Yu Qinghuan crawled on the ground, motionless: "Ah... I'm going to die."

"I can't bear to see such a miserable scene." With that, Changsun Tao turned around and walked away.

"..."

Yu Qinghuan remained motionless, as if falling into a coma.

Changsun Tao took two steps but didn't hear the sound. He looked back at her again and saw her lying motionless on the ground. He quickly turned around to see her condition.

As a result, just as Changsun Tao leaned down, Yu Qinghuan suddenly spun around and hooked his hands around his neck: "King Qi, I caught you."

Changsun Tao was unprepared and was pulled down by her, leaning forward and almost bumping into her.

Yu Qinghuan hugged Chang Sun Tao's neck tightly and put her head on his shoulder: "I'm hungry and want to eat." "Let go," Chang Sun Tao took her hand, "I will take you to eat."

Yu Qinghuan said stubbornly: "I won't let go until I see you eating. You are treating me like a fool!"

Changsun Tao straightened up, and Yu Qinghuan hung on him, but still didn't let go.

He was very tall, really very tall. The toes of Yu Qinghuan, who was hanging by the thin air, only reached a little under his knees.

Changsun Tao sighed helplessly, stretched out his arms around Yu Qinghuan's waist, and lifted her up to prevent her from falling.

So, Yu Qinghuan sat on his arm like a big child and went to the kitchen together.

After looking around, there was nothing left to eat in the kitchen. Both of them were conscientious masters, so they couldn't get the cook out of bed and cook for them.

Yu Qinghuan jumped off Chang Sun Tao's arm, sat down in front of the table, put his head on the table, and lay there boneless, like a puddle of rot... ah no, mud.

"I'm hungry." Yu Qinghuan said, looking at Changsun Tao with a resentful side face and a pair of big watery eyes.

That is to say, I am not ready to do it myself.

Changsun Tao had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and light a fire. Because he was not very skillful, the smoke was a bit strong at first, which made him cough a few times.

But soon, the fire was raised. He poured half a bucket of water into the pot and heated the fire to the highest level, but nothing was cooked.

Then, he found a small stove, shoveled some red charcoal from under the stove, put it in the small stove, and then washed a small jar for later use.

Yu Qinghuan raised his head, holding his chin with both hands, looking at Chang Sun Tao's busy figure, the wound in his heart seemed to heal instantly.

She told herself that even if she breaks the news, she must save this man. Whether he is a legend in front of others or an approachable person in the future, this man deserves to grow old slowly like everyone else in the world until death comes fairly. onto him.

Just as Yu Qinghuan was thinking about it, Chang Sun Tao cut two thin slices of ginger and put them into a small jar. He also put in a few red dates. Then he placed the small jar on the small red clay stove and slowly simmered the water in the jar. open.

Then, he put a big spoon into the pot, cracked two eggs into it, and boiled the eggs until they were half-cooked, then scooped them out and put them into a small jar.

Finally, he added a spoonful of brown sugar to the jar and poured some fresh milk into it.

Soon, the fragrance overflowed, and the hot brown sugar eggs were ready.

Changsun Tao put it into a bowl, washed a small spoon, and then put the bowl in front of Yu Qinghuan: "The ground is cold. You have been lying down for so long. You have to drink something hot to keep away the cold. Drink it while it's hot. It's cold." It doesn’t taste good.”

Yu Qinghuan held the bowl, and the hot breath hit her face. She felt that her heart felt warm and hot, as sweet as if it were coated with brown molasses.

Changsun Tao sat in front of her and said softly: "Why, isn't it to your liking?"

Yu Qinghuan shook his head, took a spoonful of soup, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and drank it.

The soup is delicious, there is no doubt about it, but for some reason, Yu Qinghuan feels that the taste is inexplicably familiar, as if he has drunk it a long time ago, but he can't remember when he drank it, as if he had a dream, a dream After drinking this soup, she could no longer remember the process, but she remembered the taste.

Finally, she raised her eyes and asked, "Prince Qi, how come you do this?"

Changsun Tao said very naturally: "In the past, all Yu'er's food was cooked by me. This was Yu'er's favorite food in the past."

(End of this chapter)