Chapter Seventy-Five: The Prince Will Play Back the Horse Pistol
Sa was a little hesitant, looking at her, the two were deadlocked, and Sa was afraid to get out of the way after all.
Xiang'er slipped in with Father-in-law Zhou along the gap.
Pushing the door, Jiang Qingyue's coughing sound was in her ears, and Zhou Gonggong took care of her identity, so he shouted outside: "Princess, are you okay?" ”
"I'm fine, Xiang'er, bring someone in." Jiang Qingyue and Yi were lying on the bed, and the chestnut cake not far away was slightly fragrant.
Gonggong Zhou came in cautiously, his steps were extraordinarily light, and he slowly approached Jiang Qingyue, frowning and sniffing: "Princess, are you okay?" ”
How could there be such a strong smell of blood.
"It's okay," Jiang Qingyue's breathing was weak, but she was afraid that she would go west in the next moment.
Gonggong Zhou didn't dare to talk to her more, nodded vigorously, and his eyes reached his chest in disbelief: "Princess, if it weren't for the fight with that leopard, it wouldn't be like this, and we will ask you for a doctor when we return to the palace." ”
Father-in-law Zhou told Xiang'er to take good care of her, and hurried back to resume her life, originally waiting for her to go to the palace to reply together, but now it is not possible.
"Xiang'er, let Dawn escort." Jiang Qingyue didn't worry about him leaving alone, if he was kidnapped again, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to speak clearly with ten mouths.
"Yes."
Zhou Gonggong went all the way back, and the dawn secretly guarded him, and sure enough, someone wanted to do it, and he wanted to be captured, but he committed suicide by taking medicine.
The magnificent momentum in the palace made Gonggong Zhou feel a little more stable, and when he saw the emperor, he knelt down and complained, not forgetting to mention Jiang Qingyue's contributions.
Even the princess and the eunuchs around the emperor dared to kidnap them, and the emperor was naturally furious, and investigated the little eunuch who drove the horse that day, but he had long since disappeared.
There is no clue to anything else.
The crown prince took the initiative to ask Ying to investigate the matter, which made the emperor feel a little happy.
"How is Princess Ping now?" The emperor approved the fold, looked at the person kneeling on the ground with a handful of snot and tears, and drew a circle on the fold.
Gonggong Zhou choked up a few times, and replied in a straight voice: "Princess Ping is sick in bed, losing too much blood, dying, and now the situation is serious, it can be said that it is in danger, the emperor, that day the beast attacked, I don't know if Princess Ping can survive." ”
The prince's face has changed, is he in danger? Excessive blood loss?
When she confronted herself on the spot that day, there was no sign of excessive blood loss.
"Father, it's better to ask the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat, and the sons and daughters will follow, so as to show the father's concern." The prince opened his mouth and decided to go and find out.
"Okay, in that case, you can do it." The emperor rewarded and appeased Gonggong Zhou and handed over the matter to the prince.
Jiang Qingyue was lying on the bed, her eyes falling on the chestnut cake.
Xiang'er unpacked it and put it in front of her, the aroma was pleasant, but she didn't have the heart to eat it.
Jiang Liehai, what do you want to do?
"Miss, what did my father-in-law say about you and the clouded leopard?" Xiang'er poured hot tea and put it in front of her, tentatively speaking.
Jiang Qingyue rubbed her shoulders, fell on the bed again with a sigh of pain, and refused to answer the question.
If she returns, she will definitely have to leave her and so on, and she will not have to stop.
"Miss!" Xiang'er stomped her feet and was dissatisfied.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."
The loud voice outside fell directly into Jiang Qingyue's ears: "Quick, put away the pastries." ”
Xiang'er was quick with her hands and feet, put everything in order, and the prince pushed the door and came.
The stable quilt and the weak face really look sick and broken.
"Princess, are you okay?" The person behind the prince put a large pile of supplements on the table, and the imperial doctor also appeared with a medicine box.
Jiang Qingyue opened her eyelids with difficulty, and her voice was hoarse: "Thank you for your concern." ”
Before he could finish a sentence, he coughed, but because of his weakness, the cough was extremely laborious.
The imperial doctor stepped forward and put down the pulse pillow and put up a handkerchief to check the pulse.
The weak veins indicate that the master will ride the crane west at any time.
But occasionally I can feel that the pulse is strong, and then carefully diagnose, it seems to be an illusion, and between a few breaths, the imperial doctor's face is a little weird.
Seeing this, the prince urged to speak: "Doctor Zhang, what's the matter, is there a big problem with the princess?" ”
Still have to make a decision, Imperial Doctor Zhang spoke: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, Princess Ping is weak, has lost too much blood, and is accompanied by symptoms of slight fever, if you can't diagnose and treat it in time, I'm afraid of ......."
The prince naturally understood: "Then don't hurry." ”
I don't want her to be safe like this, the queen's advice a few days ago is still in my ears, Jiang Qingyue is a person, and now she can get along with a fool, it is inevitable that no one will win her over, and she must be removed.
The Imperial Doctor trembled and wrote down the prescription.
The entire Tai Hospital is like a funeral group, and once something happens to the royal nobles, they must first take the Tai Hospital for surgery.
Although I have not heard the familiar sentence today: If people cannot be cured, this palace will let you be buried with you.
But the prince's gloomy aura should be careful.
"Although Princess Ping is seriously ill, according to this prescription, as long as she no longer has a fever, she will still get better." In order to avoid the scene, Imperial Doctor Zhang went to grab the medicine decoction with Xiang'er.
There was only bloody qi and Jiang Qingyue and the prince in the room.
"It seems that the princess's shop has not been checked for a long time." The prince understood that what she cared about most was her business, so he picked a sore spot.
Jiang Qingyue's fist clenched in the quilt: Prince, don't fall into my hands!
"Ahem, prince, ahem." Jiang Qingyue's eyes were dilated, and she spoke perfunctorily.
The prince turned around, and the bloody breath between his snorts was thick, but he could still distinguish the cold plum aroma on her body: "This palace has never laughed, and I will go to check it tomorrow." ”
"The prince please," Jiang Qingyue didn't want to pay attention to him, if he fell for his agitation, he would be guilty of bullying the king.
It seems that he is really sick.
The prince waited for the imperial doctor to boil the medicine, and watched Jiang Qingyue take it with his own eyes before leaving with someone: "If Princess Ping is well, remember to enter the palace to meet her father." Hongu is still waiting for you to provide clues to catch your abductor. ”
"Yes."
Jiang Qingyue watched the people leave, and then she was relieved: "Xiang'er, go and get the chestnut cake." ”
After turning over the cabinet, before the chestnut cake was put on the table, Jiang Qingyue spoke again: "Xiang'er, put it back." ”
The tone was urgent, Xiang'er didn't know why, but she could only obey the order, and just closed the cabinet door, the prince appeared again.
Jiang Qingyue rolled her eyes, and was angry: "His Royal Highness the Prince? ”
"I forgot the folding fan in the main palace," the prince swept around the scene in the room, everything was as before, and then left with the folding fan.
Xiang'er repeatedly confirmed that the person was gone, and only then brought out the chestnut cake, Jiang Qingyue stuffed a piece into her mouth, relieved the bitterness in her mouth, and did not forget to scold: "This prince is a real chicken thief, and he also killed a horse gun." ”