allonlinenovel Chapter 219 Passive
Chapter 219 Passive
Looking at her sleeping soundly on the bed, Han Wu suddenly recalled the scene of kissing him that day, and the itchy sucking was still lingering.
He knew that this was an unreasonable thought of his, and in order to stop the emotion from escalating, he walked out of the room decisively.
The next day, Ran Qianxi woke up slowly and saw Han Wu sleeping soundly on the couch outside the partition. She couldn't bear to disturb him, so she went to the counter to order breakfast.
When Han Wusui woke up, breakfast had been served to him. Ran Qianxi was putting on makeup in front of the mirror. Although she looked a little flustered, her graceful and sexy back reflected in the window still ignited his heart.
"Miss Ran."
When she heard the call, she had finished her makeup, hurriedly put down her rouge and walked to the dining table.
"Eat quickly, and then we'll continue on our way."
"it is good."
Ran Qianxi took a few bites casually, then hurriedly picked up the comb and walked behind Han Wu.
"Eat some more and I'll comb your hair."
Han Wu looked back suddenly, and the subtle distance between the two of them touched his heart again.
"I can just do it myself."
"To save time, I'll comb your hair and you can wipe your face yourself."
Han Wuwen stood up and walked towards the basin. Ran Qianxi combed his waist-length hair without any slack.
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt..."
Looking at the perfect reflection in the basin, Han Wu couldn't help laughing. It often only takes a moment to make one's heart flutter.
At this critical moment, Ran Qianxi still did not forget to tease him to the point of numbness.
"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen."
At this moment, there seemed to be no sound around, and Han Wu's hand holding the handkerchief paused.
"So... do you like it?"
With her black hair entangled around her fingertips, Ran Qianxi responded seriously.
"Yes, who doesn't like beautiful women?"
"So... between me and this friend you mentioned... who is better..."
Ran Qianxi smiled faintly and gently helped him put on the hairpin.
"You two are different. Although he is very beautiful, he is a vicious person."
After fastening her hairpin, Han Wu turned her head eagerly.
"So do you think I'm a vicious person?"
"No, you are what you appear to be."
Han Wu smiled, took the wooden comb and put it on the dressing table.
"Let's go."
The Jibei Palace was in chaos. Tong Jian also rushed over from Jizhou. The doctors worked day and night to save the patient, all of them sweating profusely.
When everyone thought everything was about to end, Ran Qianxi and Han Wu arrived in time.
She hurriedly pulled Han Wu into the room, and Qi Shuang and Tong Jian followed immediately.
"Come here, make way."
Han Wu glanced at the unconscious Tan Qianhuan, paused for a moment and took her pulse. She was truly a beauty.
Ran Qianxi: "How is it? Is there still hope?"
Han Wu opened his eyelids and looked for a moment.
"The wound is not fatal, but the poison is severe. I will give him an acupuncture injection to suppress the poison first, and then go to collect herbs later."
As he spoke, he took out a needle bag, took out an antidote pill and handed it to Ran Qianxi.
"Have someone dissolve this medicine in warm water and give it to the patient."
Ran Qianxi: "Okay, I'll go."
"and many more."
She had just turned around when she was called. When she turned around, she saw a face as warm and gentle as spring breeze.
"You've been traveling a long way and are tired. Go back and rest first."
Tong Jian took the pill and said, "I will take care of it. Miss Ran Er can go and rest."
Everyone in the room advised her to go back and rest. Although she returned to the room, she couldn't fall asleep. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that the light in Tan Qianhuan's room was still on, and Han Wu had not come out either.
"If even Han Wu can't save him, then he is doing too much injustice."
Ran Qianxi paced around the room and found countless paintings placed in the scroll box next to the desk. She walked over and took out a scroll at random. When she opened it, she found that it was a scene of herself arranging the cabin for the candidates on a rainy day.
She picked up the scrolls again, and they were all filled with her every smile and frown.
"What kind of fetish is this..."
After she finished looking at the entire scroll, Han Wu knocked on the door with his tired body.
"Miss Ran."
When I opened the door, a handsome face that was a little messy appeared before my eyes.
"I will live up to your trust."
After hearing the good news, Ran Qianxi finally smiled. Han Wuben thought that she would run to Tan Qianhuan impatiently, but unexpectedly, her first words were about caring about him.
"You haven't eaten yet? I know how to make noodles. I'll go make them for you. Wait for me in the room."
Han Wu looked at her back somewhat flattered, rubbed his shoulders and sat down at the tea table, his bones already creaking.
He hadn't rested for six hours. He could hardly lift his hand holding the needle, and his whole body felt like it was nailed to the ground.
About an incense stick of time later, Ran Qianxi walked in with a bowl of hot noodles.
"Eat it while it's hot."
Han Wu took the chopsticks and looked at the noodles with meat and egg, and smiled with satisfaction. At this moment, his happiness doubled.
"Thank you."
Ran Qianxi waved her hands embarrassedly.
"Oh no, if anyone needs to thank someone, I should thank you. Eat quickly."
The black hair slowly fell to his chest, and Ran Qianxi gently helped him to tie it behind his back, and the wonderful and passionate atmosphere burned again.
"Is it tasty?"
Han Wu smiled.
"It's delicious. I didn't expect Miss Ran's cooking skills to be so superb."
"You don't have to call me Miss Ran, just call me A Qian."
"Aqian."
The intimate name made Han Wu's heart beat fast, and the atmosphere had just started to heat up when Qi Shuang hurried over.
"Miss Ran, the prince is awake."
Ran Qianxi slowly got up and opened the door. Seeing a man in the room, Qi Shuang was stunned for two seconds and did not go in.
"The prince just woke up and is still very weak. Miss Ran, can you go and take a look at him?"
"Row."
She left without saying a word, and Han Wu suddenly felt a strong sense of disappointment.
Tan Qianhuan was still very weak under the glass-colored gauze tent. He could only try to take in some liquid food. His lips, which were gradually regaining their color, still looked pitiful.
The gauze that had just been bandaged was revealed in the pear-white nightgown, and her dark hair was draped silently behind her. Her image of a femme fatale had faded a little, and now she looked like a yandere.
"Cough cough."
He coughed uncontrollably a few times, and the servant immediately stopped spooning.
"Take it down."
"Yes."
The servant walked out of the room carrying an eight-tenths full bowl of porridge and happened to meet Ran Qianxi who was coming over. He bowed respectfully and was about to leave but was stopped by her.
"Hey, is that all he ate?"
"Yes, the prince just woke up and couldn't eat anything. If it wasn't for the medicine, he wouldn't have eaten these two bites."
Ran Qianxi bit her lips inadvertently and reached out to take the remaining porridge.
"Go ahead."
"Yes."
She took a deep breath and walked into the inner room with trepidation. Tan Qianhuan was about to lie down when she saw him sit up instantly.
He couldn't believe what he saw, and his wound almost split open in his anxiety and excitement.
"Xi'er."
Ran Qianxi had no extra expression. She sat on the edge of the bed and raised the spoon without saying a word.
Tan Qianhuan didn't dare to say anything. He just opened his mouth and let her feed him, watching her eyes gradually turn red.
"Xi'er you..."
Ran Qianxi still ignored him and blew on spoonfuls of porridge without making a sound. She didn't stop until almost half a bowl was left before she ordered someone to take it away.
As soon as the porridge was removed, the medicine soup was brought in. Ran Qianxi naturally took it, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, tested the temperature and taste, and then fed it to Tan Qianhuan.
Ran Qianxi: "Bring some candied fruit."
The servant bowed and quietly withdrew.
"Yes."