Schemes in Royal Palace

"It's not annoying. He's just too bossy. Everything should follow his will. If he doesn't follow him, he will be angry." Leng Qingyan was uncomfortable with the emperor's eyes. Avoiding the emperor's eyes, he got up and poured a glass of water for the emperor.

Chen Yi's heart is shouting. As the head of a country, he is accommodating this woman in every way. She thinks so of herself. What about this woman's conscience! Where is her conscience?

Chen Yizhen wants to punish Leng Qingyan severely. If he can't move his legs, he must let Leng Qingyan know what a real bad temper is. Damn it, this woman said so to herself and said it in front of her face. The most hateful thing is that she can't do anything to her. Chen Yi's heart has erupted, But he still said with a smile and a good temper: "fortunately, I'm not him. It's unfortunate to be hated by such a beautiful woman! I'm going to have a rest. Girl, go out!"

Leng Qingyan smiled, turned and went out. He went to the outer hall and sat in a chair. Only after complaining to the emperor, he felt much more comfortable.

After about a incense burning time, the third master situ Jiaojiao came back. Leng Qingyan quickly poured water and handed it to her and asked, "is the master awake?"

The tone of Feng Sanniang's speech at that time didn't seem to be playing games! If the leader dies, he may be sacrificed by Feng Sanniang! I'm afraid to think about it.

Situ Jiaojiao took the tea cup, took a sip of tea, looked up at Leng Qingyan and said, "brother is awake. Yan Qing, why do you care about me so much? You won't be..."

"No! No! How could the master like slaves!" Leng Qingyan said hurriedly.

Situ Jiaojiao didn't tangle with Leng Qingyan on this issue. She was more concerned about the emperor inside than this. She put down her tea cup and asked Leng Qingyan, "did Chen Lang sleep?"

Situ Jiaojiao is going to treat Chen Yi's leg while he is sleeping. She doesn't want Chen Yi to know about it too early. She's still afraid that Chen Yi will leave, and the injury on her leg can't be delayed too long. I'm afraid it's really wasted after a long time.

"Childe Chen has rested." Leng Qingyan said.

"You go down and let someone prepare dinner." situ Jiaojiao said and opened the curtain and went in···

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Situ Jiaojiao walked into the room with light hands and feet, came to the bed, his eyes fell on Chen Yi with his eyes closed, sat on the stool, took out the silver needle, gently opened the quilt and began to apply the needle.

The emperor had never been stabbed by a silver needle. Only those who had been stabbed knew that the emperor clenched his teeth to prevent situ Jiaojiao from knowing that he was awake. The sweat on his forehead fell down, and the pain spread from his thigh to his heart and from his lower leg to all his limbs. It was difficult. If he had no martial arts foundation, he might have fainted.

How did Leng Qingyan survive when Bai zhantang injected Leng Qingyan!

The needling soon ended. Situ Jiaojiao covered the quilt lightly and left. The emperor tried to move her feet when she left, but she still couldn't move!

Can this leg really stand up?

The emperor began to doubt.

Leng Qingyan came back with dinner and saw situ Jiaojiao sitting there pale. She came forward and asked, "three heads of the family, your face is very pale. Do you need to call a doctor?"

"No, I'll just sit down. You set the dinner and take the porridge in to feed childe Chen."

Leng Qingyan promised and took the porridge in. Chen didn't sleep. He tried many times without success and finally gave up.

"Childe Chen!"

Chen Yi turned his head and looked at Leng Qingyan. His eyes fell on the white porridge in her hands. He drank white porridge all day. His mouth was fading out of the bird, frowned, opened his mouth and drank a mouthful of white porridge.

The taste of white porridge is the same as that at noon. There is no half taste. There is only a slight smell of rice. Chen Yi has never eaten such awful white porridge in his life. Don't drink it after drinking two mouthfuls.

"Childe Chen, drink more! Now you're weak. You need to eat more to make up for it!" Leng Qingyan hurriedly advised him when he refused to drink any more.

"Can you recover your strength by drinking such light porridge? You bandits are poor only with white porridge?" Chen Yi's eyebrows are getting tighter and tighter. He can smell the meat outside. It seems that there is the smell of roast duck. Why give him such awful white porridge!

"Childe Chen, you are seriously injured! Naturally, eat lightly! Come on, have two more drinks!" Leng Qingyan smiled and sent the scooped porridge to the emperor's mouth.

Leng Qingyan is right. He is seriously injured. Eating too much fat is not conducive to physical recovery. Although white porridge is not good to drink, he is reluctant to drink in order not to be hungry!

The emperor frowned and drank the porridge. Leng Qingyan smiled and took the bowl, so he got up and went outside.

"You take this to your eldest brother. He is weak and needs to be mended." situ Jiaojiao saw Leng Qingyan coming out and handed her a brocade box.

Leng Qingyan was reluctant to send it to the leader himself and said, "young master Chen in the third leader's family is seriously injured and needs tonic. Why don't you keep it..."

"Yan Qing, it's your eldest brother who asked you to go." situ Jiaojiao put down her dishes and chopsticks and glanced at Leng Qing. Yan continued: "you hide your identity. I'll settle accounts with you when you come back. Now you'll go right away."

Leng Qingyan's heart fell to the bottom in a moment, took the brocade box, nodded and went out of the door.

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Ying FeiMo saw the cold Yan thick eyebrow coming in, gently stretched out, put down the medicine bowl in his hand and said, "little lady, come here!"

Ying FeiMo's voice was as lazy as he had seen in Linxing building for the first time. He was very out of tune with him. Leng Qingyan stopped one meter away from him and said respectfully, "it's the third master who asked the slave to send it."

Ying Fei Mo Yang looked at her from the corner of his mouth, hooked his fingers and motioned her to come over. She stood there for a long time before she came up to Ying Fei Mo's face and handed him the brocade box.

Ying FeiMo took the brocade box and threw it aside. He stretched out his big hand and dragged Leng Qingyan into his arms. His solid arm tightened her hard and forced her to move. He looked at her with a smile and said, "little lady, I've been dreaming all about you recently. Do you think you should make up for me? HMM!"

"Big... Big master, you first... Let go of the slave. How can the slave be worthy of the great master hero!" Leng Qingyan tried to struggle twice. The savage bandit held himself too tight, his strength was too strong, and he felt that his waist would be cut off by him.

"Hahaha! The little lady said she didn't deserve me, hahaha! I'm afraid I don't deserve the little lady! I'm really more beautiful after I haven't seen her for a few days! Come on, let me smell one first!" Ying FeiMo said vulgar words, gently picked up the cold and beautiful face and quickly covered it with a kiss.