The strongest peasant girl in Xiuse Jinyuan

Chapter 681 Rouge beauty drunk attack (2)
"Master Fan, do you think so?" Finally, he changed his tone sharply and asked Fan Zhen.

Fan Zhen could hear the qi and blood churning in her chest, and before she knew it, the hand hidden under the long sleeve was tightly pulled into a fist.

This is to insinuate the incompetence of the Fan family, and even more insinuate that Fan Zhen is incompetent.

Ling Jing raised a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, looked at Fan Zhen, there was a flash of coldness in the bottom of the eyes, seeing Fan Zhen's brows were gloomy with anger, and he remained silent for a long time, he didn't bother to listen again.

For today's account, it won't be too late to calculate it after I help Qu'er get rid of the poison.

"Since Mr. Fan has family affairs to deal with, I won't bother you any more, and I will leave." After Youyou finished speaking, she was about to turn around and leave with Wei Changjue in her arms.

Seeing Ling Jing turning around with Wei Changju in his arms, Fan Zhen gritted her teeth to hold back the anger in her heart.

"Come here, send off Mr. Jing, Miss Wei to leave the mansion." The tone was cold.

"Yes, my lord."

Wei Changjue ignored Fan Zhen, followed Ling Jing's footsteps, and left.

The poison of rouge and beauty intoxication on her body has not yet been cured, and her body is weak and weak, just now she was gritting her teeth to hold on when she taunted Fan Zhen.

There was a young servant leading the way, and after a while, several people left the Fan residence.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of Fan Mansion, Wei Changjue couldn't hold on any longer, his body went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Zu'er..."

Seeing that Wei Changjue's body was limp and his eyes were quick, Ling Jing pulled her into his arms, and then hugged her horizontally.

Wei Changyu closed her eyes slightly, her cheeks gradually turned red, her eyes were blurred, as if she was drunk.

Rubbing her head against Ling Jing's chest, she murmured: "Ling Jing, I... am so hot."

"Hurry up...I can't breathe."

After finishing speaking, he started to pull his neckline.

Ling Jing lowered her eyes and focused on Wei Changqu's slapped face. Seeing that her face was flushed and she was confused, she felt very anxious.

Damn it, Rouge Beauty Drunk had an attack at this time.

"Go back to the mansion right away." With one order, he carried Wei Changhe into the carriage.

Shocked by thunder, Sufeng knew that the rouge beauty on Wei Changqu's body was intoxicated, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment, drove the carriage, and rushed towards Prince Rui's mansion.

in the carriage.

Wei Changqu lay in Ling Jing's arms, very restless.

She wrinkled her face with a slapped face, pulled her clothes, but she didn't pull them off, she was so hot that she rubbed against Ling Jing's body, smelling the long and faint fragrance of cold plums on his body, she felt a little more comfortable.

However, just after a while of comfort, I felt hot again.

She felt that she seemed to be lying in a big furnace at this moment, surrounded by raging fire, the flames were roasting on her body, and she was about to be scorched.

"Well...Ling Jing, it's so...hot."

"I'm turning into a baked sweet potato, uh..."

Wei Changju opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes were blurred, he glanced at Ling Jing, and muttered.

Ling Jing saw that Wei Changqu became more and more restless, his cheeks were as red as ripe persimmons, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Qiao'er, if you bear with it, you will arrive at the palace soon."

Ling Jing watched anxiously, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.

While coaxing Wei Changqu in a soft voice, at the same time, with luck, he poured true energy into Wei Changqu's body one by one, temporarily helping her suppress the rouge beauty's drunkenness.

"Drive the carriage faster."

"Yes, Master Shizi." Thunder responded, raising the whip in his hand.

It took three sticks of incense to go from Fan Mansion to Prince Rui's Mansion, but today, it took less than one stick of incense.

As soon as the carriage came to a complete stop, Ling Jing got out of the carriage with Wei Changjue in his arms, and strode into the palace like a shooting star.

Shocked by thunder, Sufeng hurriedly followed.

"How to solve the drunkenness of Rouge Beauty?" Ling Jing strode forward, without looking at the thunder, and asked.

Jinglei glanced at Ling Jing, hesitated a little, and replied: "That...men and women..."

Before he could say what he wanted to say, Ling Jing interrupted him.

"Aside from intercourse between men and women, is there any other way?"

Zhe'er was delirious, and he didn't want to take her under such circumstances.

If there are other ways to detoxify, it would be the best.

Jinglei thought for a while, and replied truthfully: "My lord, there is a way, but Miss Wei may have to suffer a bit."

"Rouge beauty's drunkenness is very overbearing. To force it out of the body, Miss Wei must soak for an hour in the medicinal soup prepared by her subordinates. When soaking in the medicinal soup, there will be some pain."

"Master, my subordinates are worried that Miss Wei will not be able to bear it."

Ling Jing frowned, looked at the delirious Wei Changqu in his arms, and pondered for a moment.

Then he turned to look at Jinglei, and ordered: "Go and prepare the medicinal soup, and let Qu'er try it."

"Yes, my subordinates will go now."

While speaking, Ling Jing carried Wei Changjue into Lanyue Pavilion.

After a while, Jinglei prepared the medicinal soup and sent it to Wei Changqu's room.

Wei Changqu lay on the bed, frowning deeply, his cheeks were as red as the gorgeous sunset.

She moved her body, grabbed Ling Jing's hand indiscriminately, rubbed her cheek against the back of his hand, and muttered: "Ling Jing, it's so hot, it's really hot, I...I can't take it anymore, uh ..."

The tone of the speech was a little breathless and hurried.

When Wei Changqu's cheek was pressed against him, Ling Jing felt his whole heart tremble slightly, and the burning sensation on the back of his hand seemed to be transmitted to his heart.

However, Wei Changju was still restless, rubbing his cheek against the back of his hand, and gently rubbing back and forth on the back of his hand.

The back of her hand felt numb and burned, and Ling Jing's body froze slightly as if she had been shocked by an electric shock.

Fearing that Wei Changju would move again, Ling Jing took a breath and quickly picked her up from the bed.

"Hey, don't move around, I'll take you to make medicinal soup to detoxify."

"En." When Wei Changju was in a daze, he seemed to hear Ling Jing's words clearly, and obediently responded, and sure enough he stopped moving.

The brown-yellow medicinal soup is steaming in the tub.

Ling Jing hurriedly took off Wei Changju's coat, gently picked her up, and threw her into the medicinal soup.

Wei Changjue's eyes were slightly closed, his cheeks were flushed, and he sat quietly in the bathtub, the brown medicinal soup directly covered her shoulders.

After brewing nearly half a cup of tea, beads of sweat the size of beans gradually appeared on her forehead. The crystal beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks drop by drop and fell into the medicinal soup.

"Well...it hurts."

Wei Changqu frowned tightly, his two curved willow-leaf eyebrows were almost knotted, his expression was very painful, he closed his eyes, and murmured.

Ling Jing has been guarding by Wei Changqu's side all the time, and seeing her sweat dripping from her forehead, her brows are tightly frowned, her expression is very painful, her heart feels as if a knife is stabbed in her heart.

(End of this chapter)