sick prince phoenix concubine

Chapter 134 Xia Mochen is sick, Qianling stays behind

It's just not very likely.

Qian Ling had also thought about this question before, if it wasn't for the Yuansheng Pavilion to design such an ingenious frame-up, could it be related to several great families?

Or is there a more mysterious force behind the Yuansheng Pavilion?
"arrive."

The gentle voice in her ear brought her back to her thoughts.

Qian Ling walked in.

Xu Jiarui hurriedly got up and greeted him: "My lord, princess."

Qian Ling walked to the bed and saw the woman on the bed with her eyes closed and her face pale.

"How is she?" Qian Ling looked at Xu Jiarui and asked.

Xu Jiarui: "The spirit has been severely injured, and I need to rest for a while."

Qian Ling thought for a moment: "I'll take her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Xu Jiarui's expression darkened, but he didn't say anything.

"She is not in a good condition to move, so let her be raised in the palace." Xia Mochen said.

Qian Ling raised her eyebrows: "She is mine."

Xia Mochen touched her head:
"I'm not trying to snatch her away, but the environment in the palace is relatively more suitable for her.

"Ordinary people can't get in here. It is said that the other party wanted to capture her alive and use it as a hostage.

"Xu Jiarui and the others didn't succeed because they arrived in time, and there's no guarantee that it won't happen again.

"If it's in the Prime Minister's Mansion, it's easy for the other party to come and quietly take away someone.

"Here, you can come and see her anytime."

Hearing this, Qian Ling thought about it carefully, and it seemed that the guards in Xiangfu's mansion were not as good as this Wang's mansion.

She nodded and agreed, but she always felt that Xia Mochen seemed to have other purposes.

Xu Jiarui looked at his master gratefully.

This glance happened to be seen by Qian Ling.

She seemed to understand it all at once.

It turned out to be so.
If so, it should be stated clearly.

It's not that she doesn't allow her subordinates to fall in love.

As long as the business is not delayed and the object is not hostile, she is still willing to be beautiful.

Xia Mochen looked at her bright phoenix eyes, and shook his head helplessly as if he had realized it.

He seems like such a nice guy?
But it didn't explain anything.

One thought he guessed right, and the other was too lazy to explain.

So a wonderful misunderstanding arose.

After seeing the people, Qian Ling didn't stop much.

After all, she is not a doctor, and it is useless to stay. There are more things she needs to do.

Just when she was about to say to leave, the man walking beside her suddenly turned extremely pale.

She frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, Qian Ling helped him back to the house, lay down on the bed, and then called the servants to call the imperial doctor.

After the examination, the imperial physician concluded that the wind and cold had entered his body, but in fact he had already had a fever, but he just kept on holding on without saying anything.

Qian Ling looked at the man on the bed with a serious face.

He was obviously in poor health, so he insisted on going out.

She wanted to find someone to take care of him, after all, she had other things to do when she returned home.

But whoever is found will kneel down to admit his mistake and pray.

It is said that Xu Jiarui and Lin Shun are the only people who are taken care of by the prince on weekdays.

Now that Lin Shun is away, Xu Jiarui is taking care of Zhu Wan again.

She's a young lover, so she can't call him over cruelly.

So in the end, it was her who stayed.

In the modern Qianjia, although she was trained as a tool person, she still lives like a young lady in life.

Not to mention in this world, there are servants to do everything.

It's not too much to say that it's not too much to open your mouth when you have food, and to stretch out your hands when you have clothes.

As an idiot in life, she is now listening carefully to the imperial physician's instructions on how to take care of her at night.

She felt that this was not like her at all.

After the imperial doctor left, the little guy came out.

It watched the master gently wipe the prince's hands, and changed the wet handkerchief wrapped in strips on his forehead, with his small mouth raised high.

Qian Ling walked over with a wet handkerchief. Seeing this, he teased, "Who made you unhappy? You can hang things on your mouth."

"Master, you haven't even wiped my face for me." Huo'er expressed her displeasure.

Qian Ling looked at it in surprise: "You still wash your face?"

Seeing her teasing tone, Huo'er turned his head to the other side even more unhappy.

Although it doesn't hate the prince, but the master is its master, how can it treat others better than it?

Such perceptions are unacceptable.

Qian Ling laughed, walked to the basin filled with water, and changed into a clean handkerchief.

Wet with water, walked to the side of the little guy.

He raised his hand and poked the little guy's shoulder.

The little guy's face was even more sideways.

Qian Ling directly pulled it over, and the wet handkerchief went towards its face.

Unexpectedly, the little guy's mouth was deflated after being washed, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Qian Ling was stunned:
"Hey, hey, you are a spirit fire, but you are a little man, you can't cry casually."

She was not afraid of anything else, but what she was most afraid of was the child crying.

The little guy pursed his mouth and looked at her pitifully.

Qian Ling felt a headache: "What's wrong? Don't you want to wash your face? Are you not happy after washing?"

It took a long time for the little guy to say:

"Master, you wash my face with a wet handkerchief that someone else used, am I the master's favorite?"

Qian Ling had no choice but to point to the water basin: "The ones used by others, put them there."

Hualuo raised the one in his hand again: "This one is new."

Hearing this, the little guy's eyes lit up immediately: "Really?"

Qian Ling nodded: "Really."

Satisfied, the little guy took Qian Ling's spare hand: "Huo'er knows that the master treats Huo'er the best."

Qian Ling tapped its forehead and then went to the bedside again.

I have been with this little guy for a long time, and found that he is like a child and likes to fight for favor.

But Qian Ling didn't feel disgusted.

This little guy is willing to make trouble, and she is also willing to pamper her.

In the middle of the night, Xu Jiarui rushed over when he heard that the prince was ill.

Qian Ling lay on the bedside and fell asleep.

Huo'er signaled Xu Jiarui to keep quiet.

It pulled people to the outside room.

"How is the prince?" Xu Jiarui asked.

Huo'er casually replied: "It's nothing."

"Really?" Xu Jiarui didn't quite believe it.

Huo'er rolled her eyes: "If you don't believe me, ask the imperial physician."

Xu Jiarui: "."

The little guy was still as arrogant as ever, and even a little upset.

He doesn't seem to offend it, does he?
"How are you doing over there?" Huo'er asked like an adult.

"Still in a coma." Xu Jiarui didn't know what the purpose was, but he actually talked about the situation with this little guy.

Huo'er nodded seriously: "I'm mentally injured, I can only rely on her to recover slowly."

After speaking, it waved its hand: "Okay, you can go back."

The corner of Xu Jiarui's mouth twitched slightly: "Are you sure you can do it?"

Huo'er was not happy to hear these words: "Are you doubting me and Master?"

Xu Jiarui: "No."

This thing is not human at all, it is spirit fire.

And the princess was raised by gold and jade, how can these two take care of others?

Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't dare to say so.

(End of this chapter)