The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

When the Grand Prince finished his toast, he left with a laugh.

Because Ouyang Ling was injured by Su Yang Ling on the stage, he was rushed out for treatment.

And the white tiger, who was poisoned by snakes and died on the spot, also withdrew.

The scene is a bit confusing.

On a daily basis, the envoy of the State could only sustain his face, sat in his seat for a while and left in the name of the princess.

The emperor was pleased, though the end was not good.

Finally, the reputation of Xuanxuan has been preserved.

As a result, he also discovered a dazzling maiden.

Although his identity is a little inferior, it suits his appetite.

Big fish have eaten too much meat and this dish tastes really good.

When the day passes, give me a spot and give me some silver.

Xuan Huanghua's obscure gaze glanced at Su Yan again.

Not long after, the emperor left.

So much so that the banquet for the daily visit of the princess's ministers came to an early conclusion.

On the way back to the bedroom.

Su Yan held Xuanxuan forever, and his alcohol volume seemed to be poor.

Just drank that glass of wine, and he kept holding her hand, very hard.

Pull him one step and he goes one step.

If Su Smoke didn't move, he stood still.

Finally, she had no choice but to return to her bedroom, one step at a time, with Xuanxuan forever.

Su Yan led a man to the bed and sat him down. He hasn't breathed yet.

Nanton had banged open the door and broken in.

Su Yan stunned for a moment and just looked back, Nantong had already stood by the bed.

The sound is cold and hard.

“Your Excellencies, please come and diagnose His Highness. ”

I brushed it all up, too much hospital, but all the two dozen named imperial doctors were brought here by Nanton.

The voice fell, Nantong looked at Su Smoke and his eyes were cold and scary.

Finally, I squeezed a word out of my teeth.

“Please."

Su Yan naturally sensed Nantong's sudden indifference to her.

It's just... she sees herself squeezed in the hand.

Follow that hand and look halfway into the eye, pale as a man sitting beside the bed.

She blinked and made a noise.

“He won't let go. ”

Soft sounds don't impress Nanton.

In Nantong's eyes, Su Yan was the murderer of his master.

But you can't kill her.

This nowhere to vent emotion makes his attitude towards Su Cigarette even colder.

But even so, what can you do?

Master wants her.

Die.

Even if the woman poisoned him to harm him, the master still held her hand and did not want her to leave.

Nantong took a deep breath and felt that he was about to collapse after so many years.

He had to ignore Su Smoke and instructed his doctor to come in one by one to diagnose His Highness.

The medical doctors who came in were fearful and looked carefully at the front door of the bedroom, surrounded by dark guards in black.

Hold the blade.

Obviously, it was threatened by a pot.

This seems to be the only way to bring in all your doctors in such a short time.

Then, one by one, the royal physician diagnosed the pulse.

Half an hour goes by.

More than 20 doctors gathered to discuss and finally come up with answers.

“My lord, His Majesty is still weak and under-blooded. He will open a square later to tone his body for His Majesty. ”

nantang frown

“Besides that? Any signs of poisoning? ”

Twenty royal doctors look at each other. It's confusing.

“Poisoning? His Majesty's body is only weak and not poisoned. ”