Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“But now that so many people are afraid it is inappropriate, Your Highness should rest well at this time.” Liu Zheng, as a doctor, spoke in good time to dissuade.

“His Royal Highness said that his body was his own, that he had his own measure and that there was no need to speak alongside him.” The guards see, again, the cold lane.

Liu Zheng choked, not saying much.

The stranger looked at Yanbeicheng, still sitting on the seat, and said: "Your Highness, do as His Royal Highness says, let's go inside first. ”

“The Second Brother is so much crazier than this king ever was.” Yanbeicheng said so, but got up and went in with the stranger Hanayu Zheng and others.

At this time, Yan Ink was strong, wearing only a thin underwear, and his face was white. At first sight the stranger Hana came in, hurried and stood up, "Brother, sister is here, cough. ”

Without saying a word, he grabbed his fist slightly, tucked it in his lips and coughed softly.

Yanbeicheng sat down on the short stool next to him and whispered: “The situation of the emperor is still good. Rest assured, Xiao Xiao Xiao, who poisoned you, will surely not let go, and will not be punished severely. ”

“This temple is aware of your feelings, and what is happening in your temple is that, in that case, this temple will entrust you with the investigation of the true culprit.” Yan Mo Li spoke mildly, without half the anger, “However, this temple wants to know more now, whether there is a solution to this poison. ”

Clearly a doctor could answer the question, but he looked at Yanbeicheng.

Yanbeicheng only did not see, and turned his eyes to Liu Zheng.

Liu frontally showed difficulty and hesitated for a long time. “Weishen medicine is light. I really don't have a clue about this poison. Please, Your Highness, make plans early. ”

The room was silent for a while, breaking with the fury of Yan Beicheng, "How can there be no solution? The king tells you, if you can't cure the Emperor, you don't want this head! ”

The act is really... sincere...

The stranger couldn't help but spit in his heart, pressing the smile down his eyes, frowned: “Don't be angry, Your Majesty. ”

“Cough.” Yan Mo Li again coughed lightly, his voice became weaker and weaker, "the Emperor, this matter really didn't do the doctor's thing, but it was just a matter of life and death. It's just my sin if I really can't survive here, if I'm afraid my father will pursue me down and involve you. ”

Why don't you try something that's not a threat when you seem to blame yourself for worrying?

Yan Beicheng's eyes poured in a few cold colors, but the color on his face remained unchanged. “Don't worry, the Second Emperor, the king can't find a good doctor for you. The Imperial City people Jedi Ling, I think he has the ability to solve this poison. ”

Yan Ink's lips overflowed with bitter laughter and seemed to have no hope.

After a few seconds of silence, he seemed suddenly to think of something, saying: "Although this palace was only two days old, many people in the lower part of the palace said that the princess was a brilliant doctor and could easily save those who were about to die. I'm no different from the dying now, why don't you try it? ”

“I know some superficial medicine, but not as godly as people have told me. The poison in His Highness is extraordinary. I dare not try it. Please replace it with someone who is credible and convenient.” The flowers on the stranger were lit and the brow heart twisted slightly at the visible speed of the naked eye, seemingly reluctant, but the words said were extremely decent.

With their grudges in the Imperial City, Yan Mo Li had long anticipated that the flowers on the stranger would save mustard, reluctant to help himself.