Zhou Yanqing was in a nervous mood, she got up from the dragon bed, her body was no longer weak, but energetic.

Compared with yesterday and the day before yesterday, it is really dozens of times better.

Even if there is still a lingering feeling of weakness, at least I can walk on the ground.

However, this strange change made her tremble.

She trembled and stretched out a white and tender finger, gently probed Cen Pingjun's mouth and nose breathing, and then put her little hand on Cen Pingjun's neck, touching the other party's major artery, feeling the speed of the pulse.

It's late, it's sluggish, but it's still alive, but it's not like it's weak.

And her body, what the hell is it?

It's like a monster that eats people and strengthens itself!

She suddenly remembered the fool Liang Wenxi, Liang Guijun's golden finger is particularly against the sky, and he is even called 'Jishen', it is said that he once had the ability to bless the side.

This world ...... It's weird.

Is there really a fairy? Otherwise...... Why is it so amazing?

It's just fantastic!

......

One night later, Cen Pingjun became like a dried corpse,

Even the long jet-black hair, which was originally gorgeous as satin, lost its original soft luster and became dull and dull, and even a lot of white hair appeared between the buns.

Zhou Yanqing's heart was shocked.

It's her fault!

Although she didn't understand what was going on, she clearly knew that Cen Pingjun's miserable appearance must have nothing to do with her, and she was the one who caused him to become like this!

She bit her cheek and made a toothache look.

What is it called?

I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me? No, Cen Pingjun is not dead yet, he still has a breath, but he is also half dead!

"Your Majesty!!"

There was another low, but hideous roar like a dragon.

Zhou Yanqing looked back at the light smoke tent with a speechless face, she opened the tent and stared at the man outside the tent with an expressionless face.

Dressed in purple, luxurious and precious, it is Xiao Yan's dog man.

What are you messing around? A black face like yours brushing your sense of existence is called looking for a beating!

Zhou Yanqing stared at Xiao Yan for a long time.

"The prince went straight to my dormitory, I don't know why?"

Xiao Yan had a cold face, his eyebrows and eyes were full of impatience: "Where is the Rong family?" he asked, looking very impatient.

Zhou Yanqing twitched, how did this dog man become the regent?

But this dog man has a fiery temper, a too dry personality, and a surprisingly poor patience.

Or is she, the emperor, too weightless in the other party's heart, and she doesn't need to give her a good face at all, and she doesn't take her seriously at all, so she is so arrogant and forbidden?

Also, the Rong family?

She remembered the 'Rong Guifei' in her dream, and narrowed her eyes.

"Although I don't know why the prince suddenly cares about the Rong family, he always has to have an attitude of asking for people. ”

She made a look of smiling but not smiling, and Shi Shiran turned over and got out of bed.

Last night, she didn't widen her clothes, and now this dragon robe has long been wrinkled, and at first glance it looks messy, but it makes her add a touch of coquettishness and laziness, like cynicism.

She raised her eyebrows, raised her snow-white neck and looked up at Xiao Yan.

"If the prince can show sincerity, maybe I would also be willing to talk politely? But who is the prince's cold face for?"

"I am the Son of Heaven, the Emperor, and the King, and although the prince is the regent, he does not respect the monarch, which is a great crime of killing the head!"

Xiao Yan's eyes were like a cold lightning, and his sharp gaze seemed to be able to shoot through Zhou Yanqing.

"You want to die??"