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She was actually very confused and scared.
But then He Qinglu took out a brocade pouch from his bosom, took out a pill from it, and put it into her mouth.
Pang Wan obediently swallowed the pill, noticing that it still carried his body temperature.
"What is this?" She looked up at him.
"I got the calming pill from home." He Qinglu's expression softened when she saw how obedient she was. "This medicine is good for your injury. Remember to take it on time."
"You went back to the Lonely Palace these past few days?" Pang Wan asked, somewhat surprised.
He Qinglu shook his head and named a place.
“That’s a two-month journey from southern Xinjiang!” Pang Wan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “How many days did it take you to travel back and forth?”
"Fifteen days to go, seven days to return." He Qinglu seemed a little tired and closed her eyes slightly.
Pang Wan understood immediately.
Seven days ago was the day Zuo Huai'an announced her marriage to Nan Yi. He probably rushed back as soon as he heard the news, working day and night without rest, which is why he is so exhausted.
She suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
The thought made her feel a little sad, so she buried her head in his arms.
Even though Young Master He is usually a clean freak, he didn't smell so good this time. After seven days and seven nights of traveling and sleeping in the open, even the most noble immortal would have to be covered in the smell of everyday life.
But Pang Wan felt that the smell of fireworks was the best fragrance in the world, and she couldn't wait to get lost in it.
Because this bad guy who always bullied and humiliated her had a sincere heart.
A dwarf in words, a giant in deeds.
She peeked at him, only to find him asleep with his eyes closed, as if the tension had finally eased and he could no longer hold on.
"Go to sleep."
She laid him flat on the bed, covered him with a thick blanket, and smiled sweetly.
Author's Note: I'm back!
I also brought Xiao Hehe back with me.
So, for those who support Xiao He, after reading this chapter, do you feel the wait was worthwhile?
P.S., why can't I see the newly posted chapter? Could someone who sees it please let me know in the comments?
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He Qinglu slept for two whole days and two nights.
When he woke up, the maid had already prepared bath water and clean clothes for him. After washing up and dressing, he went out and the maid led him to the flower hall.
Although it is winter now, the warm plateau of southern Xinjiang has strong sunshine, and the Christmas cacti and camellias in the flower hall are blooming in competition, creating a lively and unique scene of colorful flowers.
Pang Wan was sitting at the stone table covered with dishes, smiling at him.
The room was still warm. She was wearing a peach-pink long gown and a snow-white skirt. She sat there elegantly and quietly, looking at her at first glance like a virtuous and domestic wife.
"You're here? Are you hungry? Try what I prepared for you."
She got up and served him food attentively. After spending several months with him, she had a general idea of his preferences and tastes.
He Qinglu didn't say anything, but picked up the bowl of white rice in front of her.
However, the rice bowl was taken away and replaced with a bowl of steaming hot porridge.
"You haven't eaten a single grain of rice in two days, so eat something easy to digest first." Pang Wan took it upon herself to put a spoon into the bowl.
Even in the sunlight, her face was still so tender, like a budding lotus flower, glistening with a few drops of morning dew.
He Qinglu was taken aback.
"Did you cook all of this?" he asked in a muffled voice.
"No, I asked the chef to cook it." Pang Wan smiled generously, deliberately ignoring the disappointment in the other person's eyes. "This porridge has shrimp and scallops in it, it's so delicious, you should have another bowl."
—Just kidding, how could her cooking skills possibly meet the standards of this noble young master who is picky about food? She was raised as a holy nun, not a chef!
He Qinglu silently put down her bowl.
"Why didn't you cook?" His tone even carried a hint of accusation.
Pang Wan almost choked on the pickled radish in her mouth.
—Once this person regains his senses, he still can't shake off his spoiled brat attitude.
She thought for a moment, then swallowed the radish with a gulp, pointed to the Shaoxing wine-infused chicken on the table, and said, "I picked this chicken myself." She then pointed to the wolfberry pigeon soup, "My beloved Xiaobai is stewing in this casserole!" She told the lie without batting an eye.
He Qinglu still didn't pick up the bowl.
"Then, how about I cook noodles for you tonight?" Pang Wan had no choice but to bite the bullet and make the promise.
He Qinglu gave a barely audible "hmm" and picked up her rice bowl.
While they were eating, Pang Wan quietly brought out a plate of tangerines and began peeling them carefully.
After He Qinglu finished the last bite, she presented him with an orange segment as if it were a treasure: "Want one?" Her long eyelashes trembled like dense fans, and her eyes flickered with expectant light.