The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The doctor explained from the side.

"What about now, is the residual poison gone? Is he still alive?" Su Yueming asked with a tight voice.

"The remaining poison, the remaining poison is not completely clear yet, we..."

Su Yueming stood up, pointed at the doctor who was kneeling on the ground, and said sharply——

"My lord has given an order to keep Prince Zhou safe. In my opinion, you waited for a group of quack doctors and missed the matter of Prince Zhou!"

She exudes a powerful majesty, and she is about to become the princess of the North Courtyard. The doctors are all scared to the ground——

"The humble ranks have been doing their best, please ask the princess to check it out."

"No matter what, I must make sure that Prince Zhou is safe and sound, otherwise, I invite you to be buried with me." Her voice was like ice in winter, which made people feel a bone-chilling cold.

Some of the doctors stayed in front of the bed to keep an eye on the prince's condition, and some were dispensing medicine, and after the medicine was dispensed, servants took the medicinal materials to decoct.

Su Yueming never left, stayed in front of the couch without sleep, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a warm face towel, and changed his clothes himself.

Her eyes were so focused, from the beginning to the end, her eyes were only on the prince in front of her.

*

Murong Canghai sat on the chair in the study room, staring straight ahead, holding the official document to be approved in his hand, but the writing brush was put aside, untouched, the ink on the pen unconsciously stained a piece of the white rice paper .

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the veins on the back of his clenched hands were faintly bulging.

"My lord..." At this time, Qingling pushed open the door of the study and walked in, bowing and standing in front of him.

Murong Canghai looked back, and asked in a deep voice, "How?"

Qingling said, "The last general has already grasped the exact clues that Xuanyuan Qilin, the Seventh Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty who escaped confinement, has indeed come to Great Qin."

Murong Canghai put down the official document in his hand, and said with a cold expression on his face, "It seems that he came here for Xuanyuan Qihuang (Prince Zhou)."

Qingling nodded, and said, "The general is worried that he will take advantage of the prince's wedding to cause trouble and snatch the prince of Zhou. The general is bold and wants to persuade the prince, it is better to kill the prince of Zhou, so as not to have more dreams in the night."

Murong Canghai pondered, and said, "This king has already promised her that he will save his life and send him back to Da Zhou."

Qingling sighed softly, and asked what love is in the world. The always indifferent and unapproachable king of the Northern Court, who rode through the Central Plains on iron cavalry, was famous far and wide, but he still couldn't get around a promise to a woman.

"Yes, I will understand at the end."

"Keep an eye on Xuanyuan Qilin in secret, don't startle the snake, this king wants to see what tricks he can use." The corners of Murong Canghai's cold and charming lips rose slightly, and a sarcastic smile flashed across his face.

"Yes." Qing Ling took the order and walked out.

"My lord, my lord..." Before Qingling had gone far, Dr. Lin was hunching over while wiping his sweat.

"What's the matter?" Murong Canghai asked, frowning slightly.

"The crown prince lost a lot of blood that week, and the princess insisted on feeding him with his own blood. No matter how much I tried to persuade him, I couldn't do anything about it, so I had to boldly come to the prince..."

"..." Before Dr. Lin finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him.

He raised his head blankly, but Murong Canghai had disappeared, only a writing brush and first official document fell in front of him.