Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 592
Before Fan Qingtian could speak, Li Mie said again, "I'm tired, go to sleep, I'll protect you."

After finishing speaking, Li Mie stretched out his hand to cover Fan Qingtian with the quilt.

Fan Qingtian was a little stunned by this simple sentence, she thought that Li Mie was trying to plot against her, but it turned out that she had misunderstood him.

His eyes flickered slightly, Fan Qingtian watched Li Mie sit back on the soft bed, and with a wave of one hand, an ancient scroll appeared in Li Mie's hand, and Li Mie began to watch quietly.

Maybe she shouldn't always think of Li Mie too badly, he never did anything to hurt himself, instead he helped her everywhere and cared about her. To be honest, Fan Qingtian is not grateful, not so disrespectful. It's close to human, but she is afraid.

That's right, Fan Qingtian is not afraid of anything, the only thing he is afraid of is touching the word love.

The word love is too sad and painful, Fan Qingtian thought, if she is really a heartless and heartless person, it would be great, she doesn't have to keep a distance from Li Mie so carefully, she There is no need to be so sad.

Looking up at the top of the bed, just as Fan Qingtian was about to rest, Bu Hai walked in.

"This old slave deserves death for disturbing the king's rest." Seeing that Fan Qingtian was lying on the bed and hadn't gotten up, Bu Hai said with self-blame.

Leaning back slightly, Fan Qingtian looked at Bu Haidao, "It's okay, what's the situation in the National Court."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's question, Buhai quickly replied, "Your Majesty, don't worry, everything in the National Academy is fine. These recruited students are very studious, and they will definitely be able to serve the King well in the future." Allegiance."

With a soft smile, Fan Qingtian nodded slightly and said, "Is there anything else?"

"Your Majesty, this is an invitation letter from Mr. Xiuya." Handing the invitation card with red paintings and bright red patterns in front of Fan Qingtian, Buhai continued, "Mr. Xiuya sent someone to say, in order to thank you The flower seeds that the king gave him will bloom one month later, and Mr. Xiu Ya will invite the king to enjoy the flowers."

Hearing what Bu Hai said, Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows, with a look of joy on his face, and nodded slightly, "I see."

"Then the old slave will not disturb the king's rest." Bu Hai stepped back after intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Li Mie.

I really didn't expect that Wanyan Xiuya would take the initiative to find her, Fan Qingtian was naturally happy, Fan Qingtian must make Xiuya hers.

The weather on the second day was very good, and the sun was shining warmly on the earth, warming our hearts.

In Fan Qingtian's dormitory, the melodious and lively sound of the piano can be heard, making the whole body and mind feel comfortable and open.

Fan Qingtian's dormitory was very lively today, Dongfang Yu, Mo Ziyuan, Du Xiangxiu, Zuo Zhujin and others all came to visit the 'ill' Fan Qingtian.

Originally, I didn't want to see Mo Ziyuan and the others, but thinking about it, in order to act realistically and convince Yushangxi that Fan Qingtian took a medicine that made him look very weak, whoever wants to visit her, Fan Qingtian was extremely happy.

Looking at Fan Qingtian lying on the bed with a pale face, Du Xiangxiu's gentle eyes were full of distress, and the tunes he played became softer and softer, hoping that Fan Qingtian could minimize the suffering of illness.

I have never seen Fan Qingtian get sick before, and I never thought that when Fan Qingtian got sick, Du Xiangxiu could see how fragile Fan Qingtian was.

I really can't wait to transfer the pain from Fan Qingtian's body to myself. After finishing the song, Du Xiangxiu asked softly, "Your Majesty, what more music do you want to listen to? Tell me, and I will play it." Here you go."

"Mother's illness will recover soon." Following Du Xiangxiu's words, Mo Ziyuan sat on Fan Qingtian's bed and helped Fan Qingtian beat his legs and squeeze his shoulders, "Mother, how about such strength?" .”

Throwing a piece of pastry into his mouth, Dongfang Yu squinted at Fan Qingtian lying on the bed, and sighed, "It's so good to be sick, it makes me want to be sick too, there are people playing the piano and listening to it, and there are others who are so nice to serve you. It tastes really good."

After Dongfang Yu finished speaking, Zuo Zhujin patted Dongfang Yu's shoulder, and said with a sinister smile, "Yes, I can definitely make you sick..."

Standing on the pole of the birdcage, Dai Qi looked at the large group of people surrounding Fan Qingtian speechlessly, "Tch, isn't it just sick? There's nothing to make a fuss about."

Besides, Fan Qingtian is not sick yet, Fan Qingtian is still pretending to do all of this!
Of course, it is impossible for Duanqi to pierce Fan Qingtian, it does not want to be skinned and plucked by Fan Qingtian.

Many people gathered in Fan Qingtian's dormitory, but Li Mie still acted as if there was no one there, sipping tea leisurely and sitting quietly on the side.

It's easy for people to ignore Li Mie, but Li Mie's invisible brilliance is hard to ignore even if people want to ignore it.

With a faint smile on his pale and haggard face, Fan Qingtian was naturally in a good mood and very comfortable being served and cared for like this.

However, Fan Qingtian still had to show a very sad look, coughed softly, and comforted everyone, "I don't have any serious problems, it's just a small problem, and it will be fine in two days."

"Mother, whether it's a minor illness or a major illness, I don't want you to be sick. I also feel very uncomfortable when you are sick." Mo Ziyuan leaned on Fan Qingtian's body, his cute little face was full of sorrow.

"Your Majesty, you are the king of a country. If you fall ill, what will the people do? What should you ask those who care about you to do?" Du Xiangxiu said in a very soft voice with a solemn face.

Throwing a peeled fruit towards Fan Qingtian, Dongfang Yuman said indifferently, "Hurry up, eat it, I'm sure you'll get well soon after eating it, look, isn't it just sick, what the hell It's like suffering from some terminal illness!"

Following Dongfang Yu's words, everyone stared at Dongfang Yu viciously.

Sensing everyone's enthusiastic and malicious gazes, Dongfang Yu swallowed his saliva and lowered his head to finish the food. He was really right!Why are you looking at him like this!
"My minister is playing a song for the king to relieve his fatigue." Looking at Fan Qingtian with lingering eyes, Du Xiangxiu plucked the strings at his fingertips, and the sound of the piano danced with agile notes. Generally spread out.

Regarding Du Xiangxiu's piano skills, everyone present could not deny that he was excellent. Even if Du Xiangxiu played the same piece of music with thousands of variations, no one would get bored.

While everyone was enjoying this prosperous music, Bu Hai, who was guarding outside the hall, walked in and said, "Your Majesty, please see Ye Gulan."

Hearing Bu Hai's words, Du Xiangxiu felt a little uneasy in his heart, and stopped playing the piano, thinking in his heart, Ye Gulan came here this time taking advantage of Fan Qingtian's serious illness, maybe he wanted to harm Fan Qingtian .

(End of this chapter)