The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 905 I don't want anyone to bother you
Xia Ying sent Xu Shu out, and Xu Shu's two servants took the half-drunk Xu Shu from Xia Ying.

Tang Nineteen sat on the edge of the table, resting his chin in a daze.

Xia Ying came in, and Tang Nineteen patted the seat next to him: "The food hasn't moved much, you can sit with me for a while."

"Yes, princess."

Tang Nineteen took a sip of tea. He was really bored. He wanted to drink wine, but Xia Ying stopped him: "Princess, you are injured, so you should not drink alcohol."

"One cup."

Tang Nineteen looked innocent and harmless.

Xia Ying was completely melted by this look, and couldn't help herself.

Tang Nineteen took the opportunity to snatch the jug and poured a glass.

Meimei was about to put it in her mouth, her arm was slightly sore, and the wine glass fell to the ground.

Xia Ying hurriedly said: "Princess, what's wrong?"

Tang Nineteen rubbed his arm: "It hurts, my arm suddenly hurts."

Xia Ying was eager to check her arm, and suddenly her expression turned pale, and she stood up abruptly: "Who is outside the door."

Tang Nineteen was still in the fog.

"what happened?"

"Princess, be careful, this servant feels a strange aura."

Tang Nineteen became nervous after being told.

If a master like Xia Ying said there was something strange, then there must be.

She secretly squeezed the chopsticks on the table tightly.

The candlelight in the tent swayed strangely.

Xia Ying's expression became more and more wary.

The candle flickered a few times and then went out suddenly.

In the darkness, a gust of wind blew.

Tang Nineteen only felt his body go limp, falling into a generous chest.

Before he could make a move, his arm was seized and he removed the chopsticks from his hand.

Xia Ying immediately came over, and the person holding Tang Nineteen still had one arm around Tang Nineteen's waist, while the other hand easily parried Xia Ying's palm.

Xia Ying slapped her palm, Tang Nineteen thought it would be a fight.

But Xia Ying suddenly clasped her fists and knelt on the ground: "My lord."

Tang Nineteen was taken aback.

Dazed and unable to react.

Until that familiar, pleasant voice sounded in a low voice: "You go out first."

"Yes, my lord."

As soon as Xia Ying withdrew, Tang Nineteen regained his composure and struggled to get out of that generous chest.

Breathing heavily, heart beating up and down, for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

It took a long time before a sentence popped out: "Why are you here?"

Qu Tiange didn't turn on the lamp, and in the darkness, he couldn't make out his appearance, but he could vaguely see his tall and slender figure, and his unique and pleasant smell as he approached gradually.

"Xu Moting is here, and this king only knew that something happened to you. This king is afraid that something will happen to you, so I came here."

"Can you leave the capital without permission?"

He didn't speak.

Tang Nineteen knew it was impossible.

"You should go back quickly. We are fine, but in the capital, what you wrote in your letter is not so detailed. Although it was a misunderstanding to rebel against the king, I think there must be a lot of aftermath work to be done. We are doing well here. We will be in Beijing in a few days."

"Nineteen, let me stay a little longer."

Tang Nineteen was really thinking about him, but he seemed to have misunderstood, thinking that Tang Nineteen was trying to drive someone away.

It was only because the lights were too dim that he couldn't see her sincere expression.

There was a bit of silence in the air.

Tang Nineteen laughed dryly.

"Otherwise, light the lamp, and I'll pour you a pot of tea."

How do you feel that you are so polite?

Qu Tiange held her hand: "That's it, so that others will know that you are resting and won't bother you."

(End of this chapter)