Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

  Chapter 101 The Prince's Little Cute 52

   "It's what it means."

  The two of you said each other, and they were far away.

  Kong left Han Qianlu with a whip in her hand and stood triumphantly in the persimmon forest.

  Han Qianlu touched her chin. She really didn't expect that she would have such an extraordinary talent for throwing persimmons.

   "Princess, I bought the preserves."

  The owner of the farm walked over, behind him, a group of people followed, everyone holding a big box in their hands.

   "Really!" Han Qianlu threw away the whip, walked up to the front with renewed interest, opened the box and took a bite.

   "It's so terrible!!"

  ……

  In the afternoon, persimmon forest.

  Han Qianlu flicked her whip, looking at the old father and mother sitting there, with a hint of pride in the corner of her mouth.

   "Qianlu, don't shake yourself."

  Princess Rong looked at her daughter, her nose was blue and her face was swollen, she was still very happy, and she felt sad for no reason.

   "It's okay, mother!"

  Han Qianlu waved her hand, not caring, she threw off a persimmon as soon as she raised her hand, and then used her skill to make the persimmon fall in front of Lord Rong unharmed.

   "Father, you eat first."

  Han Qianlu touched her nose, continued to throw another one, and threw it in front of Princess Rong.

   "Mother, you eat too."

  After the performance, Han Qianlu held the whip in her hand and walked up to the two again.

   "You guys eat it."

  Prince Rong and Concubine Rong were eating tears.

  Daughter has grown up and knows how to care for others.

  In order to throw the persimmons for them to eat like this, the persimmons smashed their faces into bruises.

  Too distressing, for this, Princess Rong went back and cried for several days.

  ——-

  At this time, inside the palace.

  Five or six imperial physicians, headed by imperial physician Wang, hurriedly came again.

  Finally, the doctor Wang with a gray beard entered.

  The other imperial physicians looked at each other, and would not let them in every time, so why did they let them come over?

  嘤嘤嘤, dare not to be angry, nor dare to speak.

  After the doctor Wang entered, he watched Mo Liushuang standing on the soft side, Su Nuo was wrapped in a small blanket, and his plain white face was exposed outside, and his eyes were full of tears.

   "Hurry up and see, she has a stomachache."

  Mo Liushuang lowered her voice, her expression faintly unhappy, probably because Su Nuo was in front of her, suppressing it all the time.

"Yes!"

  The Royal Doctor Wang passed by, and he stretched out his hand to signal Su Nuo's pulse.

  After a while, he spoke again: "The princess's body is already weaker, and if you eat more cold things, you will have abdominal pain."

   "I will prescribe some medicine, let the princess treat it, and it will be fine."

Mo Liushuang faintly responded, and then stared at Su Nuo again.

  Su Nuo was so frightened that she did not dare to say a word, she could only tighten her little quilt.

   "Then the official went."

  Doctor Wang bowed, and as soon as he was about to go down, he was stopped by Mo Liushuang again.

"etc."

   "The princess is afraid of hardship, don't let the medicine be so bitter."

  Mo Liushuang's voice was light, but the words sounded, but the doctor Wang felt a little warm.

"Yes!"

  The Royal Doctor Wang responded, "The lower officials put more licorice."

  After finishing speaking, he took the medicine box and went out.

  I don’t know why, now looking at the Seventh Prince, he is not afraid to be frightened, and dared to lift his eyes from the prince’s shoes to his knees.

   Anyway, I feel that the hostile spirit of the Seventh Prince is gradually disappearing.

  Half an hour later, it was Green Bamboo that brought the decoction.

  A dark bowl of medicine was placed on the table, with the red beans following behind, and immediately the candied dried fruit cakes and the like were placed on the table one by one.

  ---Deep greetings from the early hours of the morning, after all, I can’t think of asking for a ticket at night.

  Then I will pay you an early year and wish you a happy new year!

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  (End of this chapter)