sick prince phoenix concubine

Chapter 265 Nine Princesses

"Okay." The little girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "No problem."

After agreeing, he moved to Qian Tiansong's side.

The man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was flushed, and there were bloodstains on his clean and fair face.

I don't know if it was an injury or got it from somewhere else.

In short, it seems better to see him up close.

The calm heart lake uncontrollably set off waves.

Qian Ling stood up, with black air all over his body, and a pair of beautiful pupils like red glaze.

The already enchanting face looked evil and dangerous at this moment.

"Sister, you—?" The little girl looked at her in shock.

There was no fear in Qing Ling's eyes, but worry.

Such a state is obviously wrong.

Qian Ling walked towards the man who seemed to be pinned down.

The man subconsciously stepped back.

Xia Mochen straightened the line of his lips, and silently closed the door, blocking the man's intention to escape.

Forget it, I'm here, so no accidents will happen.

If she didn't let her vent about today's matter, I'm afraid there would always be such a lump in her heart.

"What are you going to do?" The man's voice was trembling, and the fear was on the surface, but he still threatened, "I tell you, I am from the Shen family. If something good or bad happens, the Shen family will not let it go." your!"

"The Shen family?" The corners of Qian Ling's lips curled up, and he approached slowly, "I want to see why the Shen family won't let me go!"

The voice fell, the person disappeared in place, and appeared in front of the man in an instant.

The whip in the man's hand was in her hand in a blink of an eye, and she played with it with lowered eyes, with a half-smile, and asked in a dragged tone: "You like playing with whips, don't you?"

His eyes suddenly turned cold, he grabbed the end of the whip and raised his hand to wave it.

"what--!"

The screams immediately appeared in the house.

A deep welt appeared on the man's face, and bright red blood flowed out.

He lay limp on the ground, subconsciously covering the place where he was beaten, his eyes were scarlet.

There is anger and fear.

Qian Ling raised one corner of his lips, and then whipped down again.

There were welts on the other side of his face.

With whip after whip, the man's face has become unrecognizable, and no part of his body is intact.

The bloody appearance made people look extremely terrifying.

However, no one present felt sympathetic to him.

The man was lying on the ground, panting slightly, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

He looked up at the girl standing in front of him with blurred vision.

She was dressed in red, her pupils were red glass, and her whole body was emitting black air.

This is a demon from hell!

Qian Ling stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the man felt a hand on his throat that he couldn't break free from.

The feeling of being close to the edge of death tormented him, making him unable to live or die.

With a flick of Qian Ling's hand, the man flew out like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall heavily, and fell to the ground again.

Adding to the injury, a fishy smell came from his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His expression was in a trance, and wherever his eyes passed, there were double images.

If he could regret it, he would definitely not be tempted to see that beauty alone.

He hates it!
Hate that beauty ran to drink in a good manner, hated that she grew up like that without knowing it, hated that she provoked such a female devil because of him.

Strong hatred burst out at the end of his life.

"Aren't you convinced?" Qian Ling asked in a slow tone, and then sneered, "Hehe."

There was more and more black energy on her body, almost covering her whole body, and the room was suppressed by a dead energy, which made people feel a little suffocated.

The little girl clutched her chest uncomfortably, and used her spiritual power to transform into a transparent shield, protecting Qian Tiansong in it.

Xia Mochen walked up to the two of them, didn't do anything, just stood there.

But because of his arrival, the oppressive coercion faded away.

She looked at him in surprise.

I thought this was a noble young man without any cultivation, but I didn't expect to be such a powerful existence.

But right now, she didn't want to be curious about this, she looked worriedly at Qian Ling who was submerged in the black air: "Sister, is she like this, is it all right?"

Xia Mochen: "Of course there will be no problem."

"Ling'er, someone is here." He reminded suddenly.

Qian Ling paused for a moment, and suddenly a ball of flame appeared in the palm of his hand, heading straight for the man.

The phoenix fire scorched his body, burned his soul, and disappeared in ashes.

In just a few moments, a living person just disappeared into the world without a trace.

The door was opened.

"We found you all—" Lin Shun hadn't finished speaking when a strong breath of death came over his face. He glanced at Qian Ling's state and said seriously, "Someone is here, get out of here first."

Xia Mochen walked towards Qianling.

He raised his hand to touch the mark on her forehead that had been eroded by the black air, and said softly, "Ling'er, let's go home."

Qian Ling looked at him stiffly.

The black air disappeared, and the person fainted in his arms.

Xia Mochen looked at Lin Shun: "Take them and let's go."

Without hesitation, Lin Shun hugged Qian Tiansong, and they disappeared into the room in an instant.

Happy Palace.

After settling the unconscious two, the little girl dragged Lin Shun to her temporary residence.

"I asked the attendants just now, and they said that this is Xiaoyao Wang's mansion. Is that good-looking brother and uncle the same as Xiaoyao Wang?"

The little girl looked at him with a pair of big eyes, thick and curly eyelashes fluttering, those clear and bright pupils were full of vitality, it was hard not to like it.

Lin Shun looked at her amusedly: "What is the little girl asking about this?"

Little girl: "You just say it."

Lin Shun raised his eyebrows: "I haven't asked who you are, but you asked me first? Looking at your body, you shouldn't be too old. If you don't learn well at such a young age, go to such a place, little girl, how dare you No small wow."

"I'm just curious, I'm just going to have a look." The little girl didn't take it seriously, "Tell me quickly, is that uncle the Happy King?"

"Are you ordering me?" Lin Shun opened the folding fan and fanned it slowly, "Why don't you tell me first, who are you? Why did you appear in Wanhualou?"

White clothes, handsome appearance, folding fan
These are quite similar to someone in the rumors, she smiled and asked: "You are Mr. Lin Shun, right?"

The seemingly questionable words, but there is a bit of certainty in their words.

"Yo" Lin Shun said, "You girl knows a lot."

He didn't deny it, so he gave her an answer.

If he is Lin Shun, that person should be the Happy King.

It turned out to be like this.-
At Chenshi the next day, Qian Ling woke up leisurely, feeling something pressing down on his waist.

She opened her eyes and met a pair of deep and beautiful eyes.

The man was reclining, with his head propped on one hand, and the other around his waist.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was looking at himself.

"Are you awake?" Xia Mochen asked.

Qian Ling withdrew his gaze, and responded lightly: "Yes."

She got up.

The hand around her waist pressed her back forcefully, and then a man's hoarse voice came from above her head: "I have a very sad news to tell Linger."

Qian Ling: "What?"

Xia Mochen: "Because you used your spiritual power, you have returned to the days when you were on the bed these few days."

Qian Ling: ".???"

"My third brother, is he all right?" she asked.

Xia Mochen: "It's all skin trauma, but it's not a serious problem. It's just—"

Qian Ling: "I see."

Trauma is easy to cure, but heart disease is not easy to cure.

The third brother is a scholar, with the arrogance and self-esteem of a scholar.

When something like this happens, no one can let it go.

"I want to see him."

"Okay." Xia Mochen said, "I'll carry you there."

Qian Ling: "Yes."

Standing outside the door, I heard the little girl's voice coming from inside.

"You can't do without eating or drinking. You are still sick, and you won't last a few days."

"Hey, stop talking!"

"You look like you're making life difficult for yourself—"

The sound of the door being pushed open reached the ears of the two people in the room.

The little girl turned her head.

"Sister, are you awake?" she asked with a smile.

Qian Ling nodded: "Yes."

Seeing that she was carried in by someone, he asked worriedly, "Sister, are you injured?"

"No." Qian Ling said, "I just don't have the strength."

Xia Mochen sat down on the chair beside the bed and hugged Qian Ling on his lap.

During the special period, Qian Ling didn't bother about what was wrong with the two of them.

She looked at the man with empty eyes on the bed, and called him softly: "Third brother."

Qian Tiansong, who has been indifferent to everything since waking up, turned his head stiffly when he heard this voice.

The slack eyes regained light, and her voice was unbelievably hoarse: "Fifth Sister."

Qian Ling signaled the little girl to give him some tea.

The latter immediately understood and brought a cup of hot tea.

Qian Ling took it and handed it over: "It's me. Third Brother, drink some tea to moisturize your throat."

The light that had just risen in Qian Tiansong's pupils dimmed again.

He took the teacup and said, "Thank you."

Qian Ling: "Third brother, the past has become the past. Whether it is good or bad, we cannot allow ourselves to live in the past forever. Cherishing the present and looking forward to the future is what we should do.

"None of us want such a thing to happen. That person has also learned his due lesson, and this matter will not be known to outsiders. What we should do now is to take good care of our body."

"That's right, what my sister said is right." The little girl nodded in agreement, "If it's over, don't worry about it anymore. My sister also avenged you. We should look forward."

Qian Tiansong lowered his head and remained silent.

Qian Ling knew that he would not come out so soon, and said, "Third Brother, rest well."

"Go back." She said to Xia Mochen.

Xia Mochen: "Okay."

Walking out of the room, Qian Ling looked at the sky.

"Sister, wait." The little girl chased him out.

Xia Mochen stopped.

The little girl walked up to the two of them and looked up at them: "Sister, you haven't told me what your name is yet."

Qian Ling looked at her and asked, "Then what's your name?"

The little girl blinked: "My name is Xia Yiyi."

Xia Yiyi?
Qian Ling remembered that the nine princesses born to Concubine Xi had this name.

Is this the same name or is it just the same person?

It seems unreasonable for a princess to appear in such a place alone.

"Sister, what about you?" Xia Yiyi looked at her and asked.

"Qianling."

"Ah?" Xia Yiyi was surprised, "So you are the sister of the princess."

Seeing the little girl say so, then this is the Ninth Princess who did not run away.

Xia Yiyi took Qian Ling's hand: "Sister princess, is that person inside your third brother?"

Qian Ling: "Well, his name is Qian Tian Song."

Ode to Thousand Heavens.

Xia Yiyi recited silently, and then the corners of her lips rose: "It's so nice."

"Sister Princess—"

"Don't call her sister." Xia Mochen interrupted her in a cold voice.

"Ah?" Xia Yiyi asked incomprehensibly, "Why?"

Xia Mochen: "There is no reason."

After leaving the words, people have already walked towards the house.

"Uncle Huang, you are unreasonable!" Xia Yiyi shouted angrily at his back.

Hearing this title, Qian Ling understood what this man was awkward about.

The Ninth Princess is his niece, if you want to call him the emperor's uncle, if you call him your sister, it will be wrong in this generation.

Seeing the smile on her lips, Xia Mochen was driven away by the irritability caused by that little girl.

Back on the bed, the feeling of powerlessness in my body was better.

Hey.
It's not long since I was free, and I have to live the life of not leaving this bed all day long.
-
In the next few days, Qian Tiansong did not refuse to eat.

Just sitting in a daze all day long, not speaking, with dim eyes.

And Xia Yiyi is more lively, even if Qian Tiansong ignores her, she can still chatter non-stop.

This point is somewhat similar to that of Huo'er's family.

It was only when she thought of Huo'er that she realized that Huo'er hadn't woken up since the last battle in the barrier.

"Don't frown." Xia Mochen reached out to caress the center of his brow.

Qian Ling looked at him: "Do you know why Huo'er didn't wake up?"

Without that little guy making trouble in the sea of ​​spirits, I always feel that something is missing.

Xia Mochen patted her head: "When I have enough rest, I will wake up naturally."

"Is that so."

Qian Ling pursed her lips and sighed secretly, feeling a little powerless.

In fact, she could feel that something was wrong with her body, but she didn't know what the problem was.

Xia Mochen: "Ling'er, don't worry."

"Yeah." Qian Ling changed the subject, "Princess Jiu should be still young. Look at her appearance, she should be less than ten years old."

Xia Mochen responded indifferently: "Maybe."

"???" Qian Ling looked at him, "Isn't she your niece? Don't you know how old she is?"

Xia Mochen: "I didn't pay much attention."

Qian Ling thought, this is also true.

He has been bored in the mansion all day long, and he has never seen him before.

"Princess Jiu doesn't look like she grew up in the palace compound."

Xia Mochen: "I heard from Brother Huang that she was out with her grandfather since she was a child, and was never in the palace."

Qian Ling: "Is that the rumored ancestor of the Gu family?"

Xia Mochen: "Yes."

Qian Ling: "I see. But—"

She smiled and said:
"It seems that this girl is quite courageous. At such a young age, if she runs to such a place alone, she is not afraid of being abducted and sold."

"She has cultivated spiritual power." Xia Mochen said, "Ordinary people can't hurt her."

Qian Ling suddenly said: "No wonder."

She still has a little memory of the beginning of her anger.

Seeing herself like that, she acted very calmly, without the slightest hint of fear.

(End of this chapter)