Chapter 1231 Either Help You as a Teacher~

Ning Xuemo was still a little dazed when she returned to the room. Has her relationship with Shen Jiuli warmed up?

Her eyes fell on the bowl of medicinal soup that had already been completely cooled, she frowned, and finally raised the medicinal bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

bitter!

The bitter Ning Xuemo wanted to hit the wall. What kind of medicinal materials can be used to make such a bitter and earth-shattering medicinal soup?

Didn't Shen Jiuli really take revenge on her on purpose?

Ning Xuemo lay dead on the bed for a long time before recovering from the pain. When she thought about having a bowl tomorrow, she felt that she would never miss it...

She got up slowly and continued to practice.

No way, she has nothing else to do now, she can't think of anything to do except practice...

The next day Ning Xuemo got up early to pay her respects.

Shen Jiuli was already playing chess on his own, and when he saw her coming, he waved to her: "Come here."

So three more games were played.

Ning Xuemo rubbed the center of her brows. Playing these few games of chess felt more tiring than practicing for three days and three nights. A large number of brain cells died. She felt that she seemed to be using her brain too much, and her head was a little dizzy.

Suddenly, a porcelain bowl carved from beautiful jade appeared in front of him. Inside the bowl...

The dark concoction was steaming.

Ning Xuemo: "..." Really refreshing.

With a bitter face, she tried to discuss with Shen Jiuli: "Master, I just have a fever...don't be so motivating... This bowl of medicine is so precious, it's a bit overkill to use it for a cold, isn't it?"

Shen Jiuli raised his eyebrows faintly: "Either drink it yourself, or help you for the teacher..."

help her? Couldn't it be holding her down and force-feeding her?

Ning Xuemo's black thread finally took the bowl of medicine, with a tragic expression on his face as if a strong man cut off his wrist, and finally took a look at Jiuli, seeing that he still didn't intend to take back his life, he gritted his teeth and ruthlessly raised his head and went in. .

Shen Jiuli: "..."

I have never seen such a bold way of drinking medicine. It's crisper than drinking.

Ning Xuemo was so miserable that she wanted to jump up on the spot and knock herself unconscious, which broke through the limit of human endurance...

She forcibly restrained the desire to run away, and stood there quietly digesting the bowl of medicine.

Shen Jiuli looked at her almost nostalgic expression, and said with a hint of doubt in her voice, "So bitter?"

Nonsense, don't bother you try...

Ning Xuemo finally recovered, and she said weakly: "Master, is this the last bowl?"

Shen Jiuli glanced at her lightly: "No."

Ning Xuemo: "..." I don't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that there was a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo's current life is very two o'clock and one line. She wakes up in the morning to pay her respects, then refreshes herself with a bowl of bitter medicine soup, and then plays chess until noon before being released. Please be safe, finish a bowl of medicinal soup and go back with a bitter face.

It's just that when I went tonight, it seemed a little different.

After entering the palace gate, a hand as white as jade handed over the medicinal soup, and Ning Xuemo swallowed it without giving herself time to hesitate.

When he was suffering to death, his lips suddenly felt warm, and then something was stuffed in.

Ning Xuemo was so sad and angry, a new one came before the medicine soup was digested? This is the rhythm to torture her to death.

Just as he was about to spit out the contents of his mouth without hesitation, he suddenly felt a hint of sweetness gradually smearing from the tip of his tongue, slowly driving away the bitterness.

After a pause, he looked up at Shen Jiuli, who was looking at her quietly,