Prince, the princess calls you to dream

Chapter 68 Not Dead Yet
A group of three came to Fuxia Palace.

The servants of Fuxia Palace hurriedly stopped their work, knelt down and saluted together, trembling.

Not long ago, this little proton had vomiting and diarrhea, high fever, erythema all over his body, and he couldn't speak. As soon as they went to the imperial hospital and invited the imperial physician, the Ninth Prince sent the deputy envoy to come, sent the imperial physician away, and refused to let him treat him .

Now come here in person, is it to see if the person is dead?
"Where is Ning Qingzhou?" Bai Jiuxiao asked the palace man.

The leading maid replied: "Go back to the Ninth Prince, the inner hall."

Bai Jiuxiao took the lead to walk inside.

Ning Shiqian and Gu Yin exchanged glances, and quickly followed.

In the inner hall, Ning Qingzhou was sitting at the desk practicing calligraphy, and raised his head when he heard the movement.

The first thing I saw was Bai Jiuxiao walking in. With a shake of his hand, the tip of the pen fell on the rice paper, and the black ink instantly stained the white paper.

Immediately afterwards, she saw two men behind her.

Ning Qingzhou's eyes brightened. With the experience of Yipin Xianju last time, he didn't dare to call people easily.

Seeing that he was fine, Ning Shiqian was relieved, and immediately made a "shut up" gesture towards him, and pointed to Gu Yin beside him, making a four.

"Not dead yet." Bai Jiuxiao stepped forward.

Stretching out his hand, he pinched Ning Qingzhou's small chin, raised his face and looked at him: "I'm not allergic, isn't it very good?"

After finishing speaking, it seems that there are two people behind him: "By the way, your fourth brother is here to see you."

Gu Yin said in time: "Eleven, are you okay?"

Ning Qingzhou remembered that his fourth brother pointed at this person and made four gestures just now, and now he heard him speak like this again, and immediately understood.

Throwing away the pen in his hand in an instant, he slid down from the chair and ran towards Gu Yin and Ning Shiqian: "Fourth brother."

He threw himself into Gu Yin's arms, and looked at Ning Shiqian, tears welling in his eyes.

"Are you okay? I heard that you are allergic." Gu Yin asked.

The little guy shook his head, and with this shake, tears came out, and he sniffed: "I'm ready."

At the end, she turned her head and pointed to the gloves on the table: "The gloves my concubine made for me."

After he put on the gloves, he felt a lot more comfortable.

Ning Shiqian raised his hand, touched his little head, but remained silent.

It seems that when Lu Chengxi came to stop him, the imperial physician had already cured him, luckily.

"Then let's settle the score now." Bai Jiuxiao walked to a soft chair beside him, and sat down with his robe lifted.

Ning Qingzhou held Gu Yin with one hand and Ning Shiqian with the other, and the three of them stood in front of her and looked at her.

Bai Jiuxiao took out a painting from his sleeve, raised his arm and shook it away.

"Come on, the three of you will explain one by one."

It was the portrait of the fourth prince Sanglin that Ning Qingzhou painted.

Ning Qingzhou's face turned pale immediately, and her eyes were full of panic and fear.

Gu Yin felt the little guy's hands shaking, but didn't take the initiative to make a sound.

The man in the portrait had eyebrows, triangular eyes, hooked nose, protruding lips, and a big black mole on his right cheek, which he did not recognize.

However, although he didn't know why, he also knew that it must have something to do with him, so he kept quiet and watched the changes first.

Ning Shiqian narrowed his eyes and pursed his thin lips slightly.

In fact, just now when Bai Jiuxiao said that he wanted to settle accounts with the three of them, he guessed that it was because of this painting.

"Nine Princes"

As soon as he opened his lips to explain, he was interrupted by Bai Jiuxiao: "You speak first!"

She refers to Ning Qingzhou.

"You are a painter, please tell me first, is the fourth brother you painted similar to the fourth brother in front of you?"

"I"

"Don't tell me that it's because of your poor painting skills, so the painting doesn't look like it. Clicking this mole has nothing to do with painting skills, right?" Bai Jiuxiao directly blocked the reasons he might find.

Ning Qingzhou bit her lip, almost crying in anxiety.

Ning Shiqian took his hand, and quickly wrote on his palm with his thumb.

Ning Qingzhou tremblingly opened his mouth: "I and I drew this is the appearance of the fourth brother wearing a human skin mask."

Just now his fourth brother wrote the words Human Skin Mask on the palm of his hand.

"The Fourth Prince really loves this human skin mask, so that day the Ninth Prince asked Ning, and Ning also said that he was the Fourth Prince." Ning Shiqian said at the right time.

Hearing this, Gu Yin of course understood what was going on, and immediately opened his mouth.

"Yes, this king often wears this human skin mask when he goes out. This mask is just like the second face of this king. Anyone who knows this king or is familiar with him will know this face."

"The Eleventh Prince probably felt that this face was more distinctive, with more obvious features, and was easier to draw, so he drew it." Ning Shiqian echoed again.

Let's sing the oboe here.

Bai Jiuxiao sneered, tore the portrait in half, and then tore it into pieces.

Raising his arms, confetti fluttered one after another.

"Do you think this king is stupid?"

The three of them were shocked.

Just as Ning Shiqian and Gu Yin were about to intercede, Bai Jiuxiao got up from his seat.

"Forget it, for the sake of the Fourth Prince personally coming to Da Zhao to apologize, this time, this king will not pursue it. If there is another time, it will be useless if Emperor Sang Lin comes. You can go and inquire about it. Is there only one end for the king's people?"

All three of them trembled.

"Ning Qingzhou is a proton after all. It is an exception for the fourth prince to come to see him. Now that he has seen him, it is time to leave." Bai Jiuxiao directly issued an order to evict the guest.

Gu Yin and Ning Shiqian looked at each other, and bowed with fists in their hands, "Thank you Ninth Prince."

Anyway, it has been confirmed that Eleven is safe.

Just like when they came, the group of three left.

Ning Qingzhou has been standing at the gate, watching them out of the gate of Fuxia Palace with red eyes, until the back can no longer be seen, and he has not turned around for a long time.

*
"I don't know how long the fourth prince will stay in Da Zhao this time, but I asked someone to arrange a station for the fourth prince." Bai Jiuxiao said.

Gu Yin glanced at Ning Shiqian and politely refused.

"Thank you Ninth Prince for your kindness, no need, this king will return to Sanglin in two days, and will not stay in Dazhao for a long time, moreover, this trip to Dazhao is a personal act of this king, Father doesn't know yet, Ninth Prince doesn't have to It is a ceremony of diplomatic relations. Ning Si is my dear friend, and I have not seen him for a long time, so I think I will stay in Nanli Garden in these two days, and reminisce about the past with him."

"Okay." Bai Jiuxiao didn't force it, and looked at the two of them with interest and sarcasm in his eyes.

*
Looking back on the road to South Liyuan, Ning Shiqian asked Gu Yin: "Do all the hidden guards of the father belong to you?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" With Ning Shiqian, as long as there is something that can be said, Gu Yin will basically not hide it, unless it is a secret that cannot be revealed.

"Their missions are all given to you by your father, and you send them, not by your father himself, right?"

"Well," Gu Yin nodded, "In principle, this is the case, but there are some special circumstances. The emperor will directly send missions to a certain hidden guard. Such cases are rare."

"Do you know all the hidden guards?"

"Of course, not only do you know each other, but you also have to know everyone's background, temperament, and specialty. Otherwise, how can you assign tasks in the most reasonable way? What's wrong? Why are you asking these questions suddenly?"

Ning Shiqian narrowed his eyes: "It's nothing, I'm just curious."

(End of this chapter)