The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 119 The princess ran away over the wall
In the early morning of the next day, Shen Qiaoyan woke up and found that the place beside her was already empty. She raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes, turned her head and looked around the room, but she couldn't find anyone there.

It's really rare.

Shen Qiaoyan stretched her waist, and when she got up from the bed, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a delicate hanging jade that fell out from under her silk gauze skirt and gauze. Dad.

It seems that she hasn't visited her father since the killing incident at the Prince's Mansion subsided, and she doesn't know if her father has woken up now.

Shen Qiaoyan bit her lip and thought about it, while walking to the round table in the room and pouring water to drink.

Just as she swallowed a mouthful of water, the door was suddenly pushed open. She coughed a few times and looked back towards the door. A black robe stood in the soft morning sun, and a fresh and handsome face carried a smile on her face. A faint smile, as graceful as a white lotus bathed in the morning light.

Isn't this someone who disappeared early in the morning?
Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyebrows and looked at such a good-looking person in the morning light, her pupils shone brightly, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up into a smile with an inexplicable meaning to look at him.

Sensing someone's strange gaze, Jun Zechen slightly frowned his black eyebrows that looked like distant mountains, and hesitantly called out, "Ma'am?"

Before his words fell, Shen Qiaoyan immediately covered his stomach, and cried out in unbearable pain: "Oh! My stomach hurts! Oh! It hurts so much! It can't be done! It can't be done! I'm going to the latrine! Oops!"

She quickly put down the drinking glass in her hand, turned around and ran out without giving someone any time to think.

Standing at the door, Jun Zechen looked at Shen Qiaoyan running towards the hut in a daze.

Three hours later, Jun Zechen looked at the bright sun hanging high in the blue sky, glanced coldly at the servants passing by and asked, "Where is your princess?"

The servant raised his eyes to see the cold face of the prince, he was so frightened that he stuttered so much that he couldn't finish his sentence, "Back, back to the prince, little one, the little one just saw the princess, turned over, climbed over the wall, and went out. "

"What?" Jun Zechen frowned and stared at the servant whose face turned pale with fright, and asked in doubt, "The princess ran out?"

"Go back to your lord, yes, yes." The man nodded tremblingly in response.

That woman actually jumped over the wall and ran out under the guise of having a stomachache?

Jun Zechen's pupils that were as thick as black ink suddenly became bottomless, making people fearful and retreated three points. He coldly dismissed the servant in front of him and said, "Go down."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves indifferently, turned around and walked towards the study.

In the quiet and majestic hall, behind the crystal clear jade curtain, there is a familiar person lying on a huge dragon bed surrounded by dragons and phoenixes among the four exquisite incense burners.

Shen Qiaoyan looked around and saw that there was no one in the hall, she got down from the roof and went to the dragon bed, she looked at her father Dai Dai, whose eyes were still closed on the dragon bed, and frowned slightly, her nose moved and sniffed from the incense burner The smell emanating from it.

There is nothing wrong with this incense, why hasn't her father woke up after being in a coma for so long?

Shen Qiaoyan rubbed her chin, stepped forward and took her father's fleshy wrist to feel her pulse, and checked several acupuncture points on his father's body.

Should not be!

She stood up from the bed with some frown.

The pulse condition is stable, and there is no sign of poisoning on the body. Logically, he should have woken up long ago. How could it be?
Shen Qiaoyan shifted her puzzled eyes to her father, thinking deeply.

Could it be
"Eunuch, is the emperor awake today?"

Outside the door, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Shen Qiaoyan looked back at the closed door of the hall in a daze.

Feng Weiyue?
How did she come?

(End of this chapter)