The ancestor of the last days exploded after being reborn!

Chapter 87 I See You Are Sick!
Mr. Yan, who had been standing by the side as the background board, couldn't help looking at Aunt Sun, with a suspicious look on his face.

Seeing the nervous look in King Qian's eyes, Aunt Sun felt jealous and hated in her heart, and she became unscrupulous in what she said, "Before the concubine came in, sister Wangfei had been shuttling among the men, and she should be still here now." there."

The blue veins on King Qian's forehead kept pulsating, which showed that he was holding back his anger.

Mr. Yan called softly: "My lord."

King Qian glanced at Mr. Yan, and his eyes met. He understood Mr. Yan's meaning.

He took a deep breath, turned around and told Anu: "Anu, send Aunt Sun back!"

Aunt Sun didn't believe that King Qian could tolerate such a thing, and wanted to provoke, "My lord, sister"

King Qian sternly reprimanded: "That's enough, get out of here! If you keep talking here, believe it or not, I will punish you for disrespecting your mistress and sowing discord?"

Aunt Sun's legs were weak, but she held on and did not retreat.

King Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, he had to admire this woman's courage tonight.

Facing his anger, he could still persevere. If he had the courage to face the enemy, he would still respect her as a heroine.

"Father, my son is here to pick up my aunt."

When the atmosphere in the tent was stagnant, the curtain was lifted from the outside again, and Li Chengli walked in.

Facing his knowledgeable son, King Qian restrained his anger a little, "So I'll trouble you to send your aunt back."

"Sorry for disturbing the father, the son will help Auntie go back now."

Aunt Sun wanted to say something more, how could Li Chengli let her get what she wanted, directly covered her mouth, and dragged her out of the king's tent.

Back in her tent, Aunt Sun broke free from Li Chengli's shackles, and slapped him across the face with her backhand.

"Snapped!"

Li Chengli raised his hand to caress his hot cheeks, smiled coldly, and said mockingly: "My aunt is really getting better now!"

Aunt Sun suppressed her voice and roared: "It's not up to you, a rebellious son, to care about my old lady's affairs!"

"You think I want to take care of your bad business. If I didn't show up in time tonight, how do you think the father will punish you?"

Li Chengli held back his anger and mocked to the utmost: "A concubine who is restless in the family and a princess who is married to a mansion, don't let me weigh it for you? A concubine whose fate is in the hands of the mistress, I I really don't understand where you got the courage to confront the mistress directly?"

Aunt Sun was trembling with anger when she saw her son, who was born in October, taunting her with the word concubine on the left and concubine's room on the right.

"Presumptuous! Who allowed you to talk to your biological mother like this? Is this how you treat your mother? You have read all the books for so many years in vain, and all the books have been read into the dog's stomach?"

"Haha." Hearing this, Li Chengli couldn't help laughing.

After laughing enough, he looked at her with eyes that were extraordinarily cold in the twelfth winter, and there was no half of the son's admiration for his mother.

"Mother? You really dare to put gold on your face, and you, a concubine who calls himself a slave, dare to deserve the honorary title of mother?"

The blood on Aunt Sun's face faded away. If she hadn't heard this from her son today, she wouldn't have believed it if she was beaten to death. She was so unbearable in the eyes of her son!

She trembled her lips, "I'm only one name away from her, is that how bad I am in your eyes?"

Li Chengli gritted his teeth and spit out a word, "Yes!"

"You are so ruthless! The son inherited his father's career, and you are indeed his seed!"

If I knew this result earlier, I should have drowned in the urine bucket when I was born.

It's a pity that I didn't know it earlier.

Aunt Sun clutched her chest, heartbroken!

The cold wind is blowing!

My heart is also cold!

Li Chengli saw her slumped on the couch, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally he turned and left.

After an unknown amount of time, the curtain was raised again, and the third wife, Fu Shi, walked in.

"Auntie, let me wait for you to rest."

Aunt Sun waved her outstretched hand away, "I don't need you to worry about it, you and your husband are both worthless! White-eyed wolf!"

The third lady looked down at the back of her hand that was slapped red, and then said in a calm tone, "Since my aunt doesn't need me to take care of her, I'll go back and take care of the children first."

"you"

How could the third lady give her a chance to speak, she shook her sleeves and left.

Aunt Sun was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes this time, her son didn't take her seriously, and now even her daughter-in-law dared to show her face.

"Bitch, this bitch!"

She was so angry that she picked up the pillow on the couch and threw it towards the door.

The pillow hit the door curtain, and the maid at the door shrank in fright. She picked up the pillow, patted it, and walked in tremblingly.

"Auntie."

"Get out! Get out of my way!"

pissed her off!

Let's talk about King Qian.

When Aunt Sun left, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and finally he couldn't help but rushed out of the king's tent.

Mr. Yan looked at the shaking door curtain, the corners of his mouth twitched, a man's narrow-mindedness was infinitely powerful.

Just now he was exhausted, the prince refused to leave the tent, now because of the man's pitiful possessiveness, the prince rushed out without his persuasion.

It's just that he was also curious about what the princess did to make Aunt Sun sue the prince.

I heard from Aunt Sun that the princess shuttled among the men, and King Qian looked for places where there were many men when he left the king's tent.

Searched almost the entire camp, and finally saw her among the wounded.

Hongmei stood and handed tools or medicine to Xia Jing, so King Qian rushed over, and she found out immediately.

"princess."

Xia Jing kept bandaging her hands and asked without raising her head, "What's the matter?"

"My lord."

"What's wrong with your lord?"

Xia Jing tied the wrapped cloth strips in a knot, and when she turned around, she saw the huge King Qian standing beside her.

She thought he was here to visit the wounded, so she rarely asked in a gentle tone: "Why is the prince here? You haven't rested yet?"

"." Inexplicably cared about, King Qian was so angry that he disappeared miraculously.

He cleared his throat, and the words he said were completely different from the original intention when he came here, "Ahem, I came to see the wounded. I didn't expect the princess to be here."

"Oh."

Xia Jing responded lightly, then turned around to help the next wounded man bandage.

King Qian wanted to find something to say, but when he glanced at Xia Jing's hands, he couldn't hide his surprise: "Princess, you, can you bandage a wound?"

"Well, I asked someone for advice."

As long as King Qian doesn't find fault, Xia Jing can still keep her calm when talking to him.

"Just asking for advice, can you bandage it so well?"

"Practice makes perfect!"

"Oh."

While speaking, Xia Jing bandaged the slightly wounded and replaced another one.

King Qian moved his fat body and followed without disturbing her.

The wounded did not dare to breathe, and were extremely nervous.

When King Qian saw Xia Jing bandaging the wounded man's thigh, he almost couldn't help but rushed forward to separate Xia Jing from the wounded man.

But when he noticed Xia Jing's serious expression, he was too timid to make any extra moves.

Can only look away.

As soon as he looked away, he noticed the medicine box in Hongmei's arms, "Princess, is this the medicine box you prepared?"

"En." Xia Jing responded casually.

"When did you prepare it? Why doesn't this king know?"

"Also, what is the effect of this strong wine to wash the wound?"

"Princess, your medicine box is so delicate and well designed, where did you make it?"

Xia Jing stood up, glared at him, and cursed in a low voice: "I see you are sick, don't you see that I am busy? Are you bothered by asking questions? If there is anything you can ask after I finish my work !"

　The weather has been warmer recently, and my shoulders still hurt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)