Aristocratic Concubine

Chapter 120 Resolving Disasters (6)
Wanqing didn't think too much, and wanted to get into the carriage, but as soon as she got on the stool, Zhao Pozi chased after her out of breath, and said to Wanqing, "Fifth Young Mistress, I'm so sorry, the Princess suddenly had a headache and said she didn't want dinner Well, it’s better to go back home.”

After hearing this, Wanqing said: "Mother-in-law is important, why don't I go and serve her back."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly said: "Thank you, Fifth Young Mistress, that's not necessary. The princess said, rest for a while, and then go back to the mansion after the pain is over. The eldest son is not feeling well, so Fifth Young Mistress should hurry back to the mansion." Bar."

Wanqing frowned slightly, and saw that the coachman had already brought the two-horse carriage that she was riding in when she came here, but without saying more, she put up her skirt and got into the carriage, and Douya'er and Bicao stood outside Serving, Wanqing thought for a while and said, "You two come up too."

Bean Sprout hesitated for a moment, then went up with Bi Cao.

Wanqing leaned against the wall of the car with her eyes closed and rested a little tiredly, when she suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, she couldn't help being surprised, she touched the green grass beside her with her elbow, only to see that the green grass was cut off, and she fell asleep on the bed with a long breath. On a soft cotton pad.

Wanqing couldn't help but smile bitterly, Bicao was probably worried for herself before, but now that she's relaxed, she's tired, and turning her head to look at Douya'er, she saw her little head drooping, following the bumps of the carriage, her head moved a little bit. The little one was fishing, and stretched out her hand to take her into her arms, so that she could sleep more comfortably, but then she knew that her hand didn't seem to be able to control her, and after working hard for a long time, she could only move her little finger, she couldn't help being shocked , immediately remembered the bottle of refreshing medicine that Wanrong gave her earlier, but unfortunately, she thought of it too late, she couldn't move her hands, and the scene in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, as if she had been blinded. There was a layer of thick fog, and then, a burst of black clouds covered the hood, and the personnel and affairs were suddenly unknown.

Wanqing couldn't wake up all the time, but heard someone talking vaguely, but couldn't understand, she was very anxious, felt that she was being picked up by someone, and then put down again, as if she fell into the colorful clouds, lost her way, I was terrified, and then fell asleep again in a daze.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, she finally woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself hiding in a fresh and elegantly furnished room. The furnishings were also exquisite and elegant, as if she was in a boudoir of a certain lady. .

She tried to sit up, but she felt sore and weak. Her arms didn't even have the strength to support her body. She tried three times, but she couldn't sit up. She couldn't help but became more anxious. She turned her head and looked at the door, but the door was closed tightly. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, I couldn't help calling out: "Is there anyone in the room?"

The door opened with a creak, and a clean and pretty girl came in, holding a bowl of things in her hand, when she saw her wake up, she quickened her pace and put the things on the table, "Miss, you finally woke up. "

If it weren't for seeing that she was still serving as a maid from the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wanqing would have thought that she had time-traveled again, she blinked her big eyes, looked at the girl in puzzlement and said, "You seem to be wrong, I am not Miss, I am Madam."

The girl was stunned when she heard that, and then she smiled and said: "Miss is very interesting. The girls who come here, whether they are married or not, are all young ladies."

Wanqing was in a cold sweat hearing this, this can't be... a brothel, right?Could it be that he was drugged and came to a brothel selling beauty?

"Uh, where is this? What dynasty and generation is this?" She still thought she was wearing it again.

"Miss, what's the matter? Of course it's the Great Zhou Dynasty. As for the courtyard you said, of course it's the Shouwang Bieyuan." The girl smiled, helped Wanqing to sit up, and put a big welcome behind her. Pillow so she can sit still.

Shouwang Bieyuan!How did she come here?Was it King Shou who kidnapped her?Wanqing's mind turned sharply, the girl had already brought porridge to feed her: "Miss has been lying down for a long time, drink a bowl of bird's nest, this is the order of the prince himself."

Wanqing refused to eat, she stared at the girl with clear eyes and said, "Please help me invite the King of Shou."

A hint of sneer appeared on the girl's lips: "There are too many ladies in this yard who want to see the prince, but not everyone can see it if they want to, and the slaves don't know what the girl was before, but they can come here, but they must be patient." The rules here, it is better for the slaves to persuade the rules to be more sensible, so as not to suffer unnecessarily for nothing."

Wanqing couldn't catch up in one breath, you bastard, when did my old lady become the confinement of King Shou?She suddenly turned her head and thought, Shou Wang should have no wrong feelings for her, could it be... Murong Lingyun? !

The girl took the spoon to feed Wanqing again, but Wanqing turned her head and refused to eat, "Then can you invite the girl to invite Shouchang Bo Shizi, I have something very important to say to him."

"You mean Master Lingyun? He's not free right now. Since the girl doesn't want to eat, let's rest and eat when you're hungry." The girl was impatient, she put down the bowl, got up and left.

Wanqing tried to move her hands, but fortunately, her hands were still able to move, but they were sore and weak. She carefully lowered her head and looked at her clothes. Fortunately, they were still the same clothes she wore when she went out. She was overjoyed and spent a lot of time. Jincai reached into his sleeve pocket and took out the bottle of medicine that Wanrong gave him, but he didn't know if it would work or not, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

When she opened the cover and smelled it, there was indeed a faint mint smell, and her mind became clearer. After a while, she felt that the soreness on her body had subsided, but she tried to get out of bed. Fortunately, although her feet were still Soft, but much stronger, it's good to be able to walk.

It was strange that the door was not locked. Maybe it was because she was drugged and couldn't get out of bed.

Wanqing went out, but saw that it was a large courtyard, and there were no maids guarding it. It was already dark, and she walked out along the eaves of the corridor, and when she saw a bright window, she crouched, I dare not raise my head, I just wish I could slip out.

When she turned a corner, she heard someone talking in a room, one of the voices was soft and coquettish, a little hoarse, and seemed to be holding her throat, and it sounded weird, "Ayun, look at the clothes of the slaves. how?"

Ah Yun?Could it be Murong Lingyun?

Wan Qing couldn't help but stop her feet, quietly raised her head, imitating what was on TV, dipped her fingers in hand water, poked through the window paper and looked in, Hao Ran saw Murong Lingyun standing in the room with a helpless face, holding her arm Wearing a gong bun, the slender woman clasped her hands on Murong Lingyun's neck, stood with her back to Wanqing, and was talking to Murong Lingyun.

(End of this chapter)