Zhiqiu knelt down in front of Leng Qinglang: "Miss, even if Zhiqiu is the prince's person, it is also your slave." I beg you to forgive the slave for this. ”

Leng Qinglang looked at her resentfully: "I said this, Miss, I'm for your good." In addition to the rules, learn a little more to compete for favor and flattery, and fascinate the prince, and finally replace it, and your goal will be achieved. ”

Zhiqiu was shocked, and begged in fear: "The slave and the maid don't dare, the slave and the maid don't dare." Miss, the slave just wants to serve you. In the future, the slave and maid will never see the prince again, please spare me. ”

"Missing?" Leng Qinglang sneered: "Who believes it? Unless, unless you scratch this vixen's face yourself! ”

Zhiqiu was stunned.

"Get out!"

Mother Zhao stepped forward and pulled her: "Don't let her look at her in front of Mrs. and block her heart, go for a walk, and kneel outside." ”

Pulled Zhiqiu outside, and secretly twisted her under the ribs.

Zhiqiu shook off her hand fiercely and glared at her angrily: "Don't think I don't know, I have today, it's all thanks to you." You'd better not push me into a hurry, otherwise, Mother Zhao, it's not certain who will kill the two of us? ”

Mother Zhao sneered: "The old slave is just on the order of his wife, if the girl knows that she is not convinced, she should go to the master to mention it, and threaten the old slave." Do you learn this rule or not? ”

Zhiqiu raised his hand, gritted his teeth and twisted it twice on himself, rolled up his sleeves, and it was a bruise: "I learned, of course I learned, if the prince comes again in the evening, this bruise swept away the prince's interest, and when I asked, I said that it was thanks to you." ”

Mother Zhao glanced at the bruise and was a little timid. Zhiqiu is really ruthless to himself, a person who can be so ruthless to himself, if he is not powerful, he is forced to be anxious.

She had to take a step back: "Miss is also dedicated to the good of Miss Zhiqiu, after all, there are many rules in the palace, so as not to offend the prince by your ignorance." I'll take you two books of women's training first. ”

Zhiqiu also accepted it when he saw it, snorted coldly, and staggered back to his room.

Mother Zhao spat fiercely: "Prodigal hoof, why don't you die if you're tired?" ”

When Leng Qinghuan heard this excitement, he was eating breakfast. Today's rice porridge is filled with shrimp and minced chicken, which is a little fishy, and I vomited when I twisted my face after eating two bites.

Counting the days, he has been pregnant for almost two months, and the morning sickness is still so bad, this kid doesn't know that he feels sorry for his mother, and he can really toss.

Mother Wang passed by the door and looked at Leng Qinghuan with a little concern: "Miss's appetite doesn't seem to be very good lately, and I saw that you vomited twice, do you need to find Lang Zhong to come over?" ”

Doudou gave her a sigh of relief, raised her face and choked back: "Miss herself is Langzhong, where is the need to trouble?" ”

Leng Qinghuan took a sip of water and rinsed his mouth, glanced at Wang Ma, and said lightly: "No, it's hot and your stomach is not good." ”

Wang Ma's eyes flickered, obviously a little suspicious.

Diao Mama, who was busy in the yard, picked up the words: "It's all my fault, last time the girl told me, saying that you can't eat ginger, it's easy to have gastrointestinal cramps." In order to remove the fishiness in this porridge today, I squeezed a little ginger juice into it. Attention next time the old slave. ”

Leng Qinghuan couldn't help but be stunned, Mama Diao is doing this for herself? Could it be that she had already found out? Or was it told to her by Murong Qi?

Glancing at Diao Mama's face, she still had a black face, and came in to collect the seafood porridge in front of Leng Qinghuan: "I'll go and make some noodles for Niangniang." ”

After a while, I brought in a bowl of noodles again, the clear soup was watery, not even oily, Leng Qinghuan tried to taste it, but it was slippery and slippery, especially palatable.

Diao Mama threw the bowl at her, and then turned to go out.

Leng Qinghuan stopped her: "You know everything? ”

Diao Mama nodded: "Although the princess has been extremely careful, the old slave is from the palace, has served the pregnant master, and is responsible for your diet, and is more attentive to your daily meals, and your taste preferences and food size are also clear." ”

"Then why are you covering it up for me?"

"The prince told the old slave to take care of the princess."

Leng Qinghuan sneered: "He has such a good heart? ”

"The old slave was indeed ordered to come to monitor the princess Niangniang, but the prince also explained, if you have any mistakes, only the old slave is asking."

Leng Qinghuan put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, even drank the noodle soup cleanly, stretched his waist for a long time, and said with a smile: "It's delicious, your craftsmanship is getting better and better." ”

Diao Mama also rarely bent her eyebrows: "The princess wants to eat whatever she wants." The old slave is stupid, but he can learn. ”

Leng Qinghuan said "thank you" from the bottom of his heart.

Diao Mama put away the dishes and chopsticks, and jumped into the house like a kangaroo, telling the excitement she had just heard.

Hearing that Leng Qinglang was annoyed and ashamed, Zhiqiu was punished, Qinghuan laughed so hard that he fell, and the show finally opened with a gong, and the dog ate the dog, but it was a pity that he couldn't see the live broadcast with his own eyes. And the storyteller is really not good.

Doudou looked at Leng Qinghuan in surprise, how did she think her young lady's focus was different from others? Didn't she hear what she was saying? Yesterday, the prince actually lived in Zhiqiu's room.

The prince and the princess didn't have a round house yet, so they went to sleep with a little maid first. And I heard that this little girl walked in the morning, and her legs trembled.

How fierce is this prince? The second young lady was so angry that she was smoking, and her own young lady was still so calm and indifferent.

If she knew that Murong Qi went to Zhiqiu's room yesterday, it was her own young lady who provoked her. I guess I'm going to vomit blood.

After eating early, someone came in front of me and said that Shen Shizi of the Guogong Mansion asked to see him.

In the past few days, Leng Qinghuan was also a little worried, and walked quickly to the front hall, Shen Linfeng was in a hurry, like ants on a hot pot. When I saw her, I suddenly felt like I had seen a savior.

"Cousin-in-law, you're here."

Although Shen Linfeng has never been on the battlefield, he has seen the world anyway, and his nature is not as impatient as Murong Qi, why is there a mess today?

"What's going on? But what's the important thing that can't be done? ”

Shen Linfeng was not verbose, and went straight to the point: "There is indeed an emergency, otherwise I wouldn't have come to trouble my cousin-in-law." I just wanted to ask you, can it cure madness? It's the kind of sudden stimulation, mental disorder, and gibberish. ”

Leng Qinghuan frowned slightly: "I can't say for sure, let's see what the symptoms are." If you suddenly lose your phlegm, as Fan Jinzhong did, you can relieve depression and phlegm, smooth the qi and open the mind, and some madness needs to purify the liver and clear the fire, cleanse the phlegm and calm the heart, you may need to rely on long-term drug treatment and psychological counseling, and there is a possibility of recurrence at any time. ”

"According to what you mean, there's hope, isn't it?" Shen Linfeng suddenly felt joy on his face, and looked at Leng Qinghuan with anticipation.

Leng Qinghuan didn't dare to jump to conclusions: "This varies from person to person, and I'm not very good at it." ”

"Can my cousin come with me?" Shen Linfeng looked at her expectantly.

"Where are you going?"

"Mad Tower."