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She already had a feeling that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, and trembled and pushed the medicine box back to the bottom of the bed, but the moment the medicine box entered the bottom of the bed, it disappeared.

She didn't dare to breathe for three seconds, reached under the bed and touched it, and there was really nothing.

Trembling, she slowly crawled back into bed, breathing heavily.

What has happened recently is beyond her cognition, her professional knowledge and non-professional knowledge can't give her an answer, human beings have a fear of unknown things, and she really feels afraid.

The door was pushed open with a "bang", and before Yuan Qingling could hold up his head to look, he felt that the aura of indifference filled the surroundings, and he only felt a pain in his scalp, and the person was thrown from the bed to the ground.

"Are you playing dead for this king? Either you will die immediately, or you will roll up and change your clothes and go to the palace with this king. The cold voice smashed above her head, and she was rudely flipped over, her back fell to the ground, and the pain made her tremble all over, and before she could take a breath of cold air, her jaw was clamped by an iron hand, and the force was so great that it almost crushed her jaw.

Her painful eyes crashed into his furious eyes, and her face was cold and violent, more of a contempt and hatred that could not be concealed, "This king warns you, Hugh has to play any tricks again, if the queen mother comes to him again, and talks nonsense again, this king will kill you." ”

Yuan Qing Ling was extremely angry, in the eyes of them, human life was so worthless? She was already so badly injured that she didn't want to let her go.

With all her strength, she grabbed him by the hair and dragged him down, propped herself up on her knees, and hit his head heavily in the face.

Chu Wang Yu Wenhao didn't expect her to dare to fight back, and she used her head to hit him, and she didn't dodge it for a while, and his eyes turned black and he was dizzy for a moment.

Yuan Qingling himself almost fainted, but gritted his teeth and held his breath, taking advantage of the fact that he did not come back to his senses, kneeling on the back of his hand, blood dripping from his mouth, his long hair hanging down, and he said almost madly: "Killing people is not enough, why do you deceive people too much!" ”

A slap landed on her face.

Her head was tilted, her eyes were dark, and she could only hear her grandmother hurrying in in the blur, "The prince is merciful!" ”

The prince showed no mercy, and slapped it again, after he was furious, he saw the blood behind Yuan Qingling, and said coldly: "Treat her wounds, change clothes, wrap the wounds tightly, and pour a bowl of purple gold soup for her to last for a long time." ”

Yuan Qingling saw his embroidered gold thread black brocade boots step by step away from her sight, and the breath he was fighting slowly loosened.

Her grandmother and green sprouts stepped forward to help her, but they didn't speak, helped her to the bed and lay on her stomach, and when they cut her clothes, they both gasped.

Green Sprouts said with a crying voice: "Thirty boards, they are really ruthless, they are really beaten." ”

"Go get hot water, medicinal powder, and boil Zijin soup again!" His grandmother commanded calmly.

Yuan Qingling's whole body hurt, especially when she cut open her clothes and gently tore the sticky underwear, her whole body trembled, but she didn't say a word, her throat seemed to be roasting, and she couldn't say a word.

Washing the wound, scraping the blood, applying the medicinal powder, the whole process, she endured it silently, like she was having a nightmare, and she would be fine when she woke up.

She heard Lu Ya ask, "Mama, do you really want to enter Zijin Soup?" ”

"Come in, if you don't enter, I'm afraid you won't be able to save your life." After his mother finished speaking, she sighed.

"But this purple gold soup ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, help the princess up."

Yuan Qing Ling was helped up like a ball of broken cotton wool, and a warm liquid flowed into her mouth, which was so bitter that she almost lost the ability to swallow.

"Drink, princess, just drink it." Her grandmother whispered in her ear.

Yuan Qingling was anxious to get rid of this pain, and drank it in one gulp.