Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 50 Your Highness, Please Respect Yourself 50
Seemingly seeing her confusion from Lan Shuang's complex expression, Yun Fu leaned back, sat in the chair, and said with a playful smile: "I have to maintain the image of a playboy at all times, this is all a disguise, do not mind."

Lan Shuang: "Hehe."

Why do I feel that your identity as the heir of a medical family is just a disguise, and now this is the real you, right?
She took the bronze mirror and took a look. Well, there was a round "mole" on the right side of her nose, which looked very happy.

She immediately clenched the bronze mirror, squeezed out the name of King Ming from between her teeth: "Jun, Cong, Lan!"

Yunfu clapped his palms and laughed, almost passed away.

King Ming rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "I'll just wipe it off for you."

Lan Shuang returned the mirror to Yunfu, strode up to King Ming, "I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

King Ming got up and went to the washbasin in the corner to wet the handkerchief. After wringing it half dry, he came back and stood in front of Lan Shuang, pinching her chin and gently wiping it for her.

It took several wipes to get it clean.

Lan Shuang wrinkled her nose lightly, "It's hot."

After repeated rubbing, the tip of her nose was red, looking cute and pitiful.

King Ming stared at her for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the tip of the nose, "Don't be angry, be careful next time."

Lan Shuang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "I wasn't angry at all."

Yunfu: "..."

What is he doing here?this extra...

He rolled his eyes, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and threw it on his desk, and said concisely: "For detoxification, eat in advance, and go."

After speaking, he strode out of the study room.

Lan Shuang and King Ming looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Hongmen Banquet, no, the family banquet is in the evening, and they are not in a hurry. After a leisurely lunch, the two of them go back to their room to hug each other and take a nap.

After getting up, Lan Shuang took King Ming to put on makeup for him, so that people who are dying must look like they are dying.

Who would believe this breezy look?

After another half an hour of tossing about putting on makeup, the two of them almost stepped into the palace.

The emperor sat at the head, looking at the two people who arrived late, Lan Shuang pushed King Ming to greet the emperor and empress: "The concubine has met the emperor, empress."

The emperor and empress just glanced at her lightly, and then focused on observing Prince Ming in the wheelchair.

The hall was as bright as day, and everyone's faces were clearly visible, only King Ming was wearing a mask, but judging from his figure, he seemed to be thinner, and the loose clothes covered him empty.

The exposed part of the neck is very white, and above it is a pair of bloodless lips, which look a little dry, with deep lip lines, and above that are a pair of chaotic and lifeless eyes, which look really sick.

But the emperor didn't dare to believe it at this time. He pretended to be concerned and asked: "Is Ninth Brother feeling better recently? You have been wearing a mask, and I don't know how you look. I am very worried."

King Ming pulled his lips and smiled lightly when he heard the words: "How is the physical condition of my younger brother, does the emperor not know? Didn't Imperial Physician Fang say anything?"

He took off his mask while talking, and the queen gasped when she saw this.

"Why... so haggard?"

The emperor was also stunned. He thought that the end of life was just a concept, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he really understood what it meant.

Even the princes and princes sitting on both sides couldn't help whispering.

King Ming didn't feel anything, he let everyone watch with a blank expression.

His face was abnormally blue and white, and his eyebrows were still black as usual, but this made his face even more ugly. His eyes were lifeless and dim, and there was a large area of ​​thick black under his eye sockets. Coupled with the previous scars, he looked really haggard and tired. horrible.

The emperor was even in a daze. Is this really his Ninth Emperor Brother who is facing the wind at the Yushu Linfeng?Why do they look different at all?

Now let alone Yushu facing the wind, it is simply dead.

Is such a person really pretending?
The emperor faltered for a moment.

Lan Shuang listened to the discussions of the people around her, then looked at the dazed emperor, clenched her hands tightly, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, let the prince take his seat, he has worked very hard."

There was an embarrassing look on her face, and the emperor suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah, yes, it's all because I was so surprised that I forgot about this, you quickly push him to the seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lan Shuang pushed King Ming back to his position, and suddenly several unclear gazes followed them.

Lan Shuang was upset, took the mask from King Ming's hand, and put it on carefully for him.

King Ming's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at her, seeing her pursed lips unhappy, he held her hand under the table.

Lan Shuang was taken aback, and then her face softened.

888 also noticed Lan Shuang's mood swings, and persuaded: "The host should not be too angry, the overall situation is the most important thing."

Lan Shuang sneered and said: "I know, let them see enough today, and when we meet again in the future, they will have to watch on their knees."

888 sucked in a breath of cold air, these words are absolutely perfect.

"Why is Lao Jiu's face so ugly? Didn't he take his medicine on time?"

The queen asked worriedly, and the emperor also agreed: "Yes, are the medicinal materials I sent people useless?"

Lan Shuang glanced at King Ming, who was leaning on the back of the wheelchair, looking as if he was in a hurry.

Seeing this, 888 hurriedly said: "Host, it's time for you to perform, do you need eye drops?"

"Eye drops? You underestimate me." Lan Shuang chuckled, then picked up the veil and tears rolled down, 888 stared dumbfounded.

Lan Shuang also choked up and said to the emperor: "Go back to the emperor, queen, the prince has used all kinds of medicines and concubines. Every morning and evening, there is no medicine left in a bowl, but it is still... still useless."

She sobbed, and pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "It's a good time for the prince to be like this now, and he usually sleeps for most of the day, and this concubine is really scared."

"What are you afraid of? I'm exhausted, and I'll die when I die. If you become a widow for me, I won't turn into a ghost to haunt you."

King Ming spoke out at the right time, but his tone was still as arrogant as ever.

Lan Shuang glanced at the emperor, then held back her words.

Seeing them like this, the emperor doubted more and more whether King Rong's words could be trusted.

King Rong didn't bring Lan Yuning, he sat on his seat and watched Lan Shuang and King Ming acting, and his heart was pounding.

The atmosphere during the banquet fell to the bottom in an instant, no one dared to speak casually, and even dared not breathe, for fear that King Ming would be blown to death in one breath.

Everyone looked at this and then that, not knowing what to do, it seemed inappropriate to eat, but sitting like this was also very strange, coupled with Ming Wang's half-dead appearance, it gave people an illusion.

It seems that they didn't come to the banquet today, but waited for King Ming to die. As long as King Ming passed away, they could have the banquet now, which is really easy.

(End of this chapter)