At this time, a man walked over and sat beside the bed and said softly, "Feng Qingjue, if you are not feeling well, just take a good rest. Why are you getting up in such a hurry?!"

Hearing this voice, Feng Qingjue raised her head, "Qingli?! Why is it you?! Where is this?!"

Looking at the unfamiliar furnishings around her, Feng Qingjue asked coldly

Qingli covered her lips and chuckled, "What's wrong with the slave's boudoir?! The official has forgotten that you were here a few years ago!"

Feng Qingjue was stunned, her eyes darkened slightly, why did she end up in this ghost place again?

Looking up, she said coldly, "Why am I here?"

Qingli shrugged and said helplessly, "I went to look for you yesterday. I happened to see someone vomiting blood and fainted on the ground, so I took you out. I think... you don't want the Second Prince to see what you looked like yesterday."

The seemingly sloppy answer spoke to Feng Qingjue's heart.

Yes! She didn't want that man to see her like this, in such a mess

After listening to this, Feng Qingjue lay down naturally and asked, "How long will it take for me to recover?"

Qingli took a bowl of concoction from the table behind him and said slowly, "If it is at a normal speed, it may take a month."

Seeing Feng Qingjue frowning slightly, he added, "But... who told you to meet me, Qingli? I think my medical skills are unparalleled in the world. How many people have tried to find me but they can't find a doctor."

As he spoke, he helped Feng Qingjue up and prepared to give him medicine. Feng Qingjue glanced at him, took the medicine, and drank it in one gulp, just like drinking alcohol.

After finishing the drink, she frowned and said, "Who can find you if you live in this place of prostitution?"

She doesn't leave any room for speech, Feng Qingjue speaks so bluntly to herself

I saw that Qingli was not angry after hearing this, but smiled charmingly and said, "Why don't I let the officials show their promiscuity?!"

After saying that, he approached Feng Qingjue with his exquisite facial features. With his charming expression and provocative movements, other women would have blushed and couldn't help but hold him and ravage him.

But Feng Qingjue disdainfully looked at it, closed her eyes, and simply turned her eyes away.

Qingli was stunned, stepped back, smiled helplessly, and said innocently, "Hey, isn't it that the slave family is no longer attractive to the officials? Why don't the officials even look at the slave family?"

Feng Qingjue closed her eyes and lay down, saying coldly, "Get out!"

She doesn't care how good-looking or evil this man is, as long as it's not something she cares about, in her eyes... he's just a skin, without any attraction.
Chapter completed!