Song Qingyun was annoyed, she was obviously suspected of throwing herself into her arms.

"Right...... Sorry ......"

She didn't dare to look at Mu Qingao in a panic, because she knew that she was locked by the hot eyes, and this guy might "can't help it" kissing herself again.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Mu Qingao hugged her, not wanting to let her go, looking at the crimson on her face, and asked slowly.

Nonsense, isn't it shameful?

Song Qingyun wanted to break free of his embrace, but when he smelled the faint fragrance of plum on his body, he said something brainless, "The fragrance on your body smells good, is it the fragrance of plum blossoms?" Except for the smell of horse manure, I've never seen a single plum blossom here. ”

Mu Qingao's smile was even stronger, and he lowered his head and sniffed his sleeve, "It turns out that Qingyun likes the smell on my body to be like this, you said earlier, I can give you the incense." ”

Saying that I like to smell him is any different from throwing myself into my arms?

"Let go of me, I didn't expect you to be an immodest prince."

Mu Qingao ate and laughed, her pointed chin rubbing her hair, and her voice was low as if she was singing.

"I'm just not serious with my beloved, and there are even more indecent ones, do you want to give it a try?"

Song Qingyun's face was flushed, was she molested by the handsome Jing Wangye? Why wasn't he as disgusted and disgusted as Kangjue was when he teased himself?

Eighty percent of me was tempted by his beauty, and my heart would "pound".

The temperature in the room rose sharply, and just as Mu Qingao leaned down and was about to kiss Qingyun's mouth, the door was suddenly slammed open, and Doubao ran in recklessly.

Xiao Nuomi Tuanzi thought that Mu Qingao was bullying his mother, otherwise why was his mother's face red...... The red one is as red as Grandpa Qian's nose?

"Mother?" Doubao obediently walked up to the two and squatted, Xiao Hei did the same, squatting at Doubao's feet, and then four big black and watery eyes stared at the two.

“…… Mother is sick? Seeing Mu Qingao holding his mother in a daze, Doubao reached out and pulled his shirt.

The two woke up like a dream and separated in panic.

"Doubao, have you eaten? Let's go, my mother will accompany you to the room to play. Song Qingyun awkwardly picked up the little glutinous rice dumplings and walked out, and Doubao hurriedly patted her shoulder.

"Mother, didn't we just eat? Also, this is the room, I just played outside with Xiao Hei for a long time, and it was a little cold. ”

Xiao Hei called twice at the right time, echoing the little master's words.

Song Qingyun couldn't help but complain, whose son is this, why is there so much talk at a critical time? So slippery? Isn't it usually like gold to cherish words?

When he was in a dilemma, Mu Qingao, who had already managed his expression, strode over and said as he walked, "I'll go downstairs to take a look, the things sent from the palace should also arrive." ”

Conjue sent a cart of grapes.

The palace has its own vineyard, and before the snow comes, the servants pick it and store it in cold storage, and they can't eat it all.

This made Song Qingyun very happy, she and Qian Xishun wanted to come to some empty jars, led Mu Qingao's subordinates to work all afternoon, and finally cleaned the grapes and put them in the ceramic jar.

"How long are we going to stay here?" After doing all this, Song Qingyun remembered a serious question, wine fermentation takes at least twenty days, she can't wait here forever, right?

"Hmm, you still have to wait for the emperor's will, are you in a hurry?"

"No, there's no hurry." Song Qingyun smiled, it is okay to go back before planting seedlings, it is better to wait here quietly and see what those who can't bear it want to do next.

The next day, Mu Qingao took her to Kangjue's palace.

I went to find out that Kang Jue was seriously injured in the encirclement and suppression of wolves in Xishan, and he had a low-grade fever for the past few days, sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious, and the imperial doctors gathered in a room to discuss countermeasures, and they stared at each other and were worried.

Mu Qingao asked someone to take his token to take Liu Yanping over, he is good at using needles, which should relieve Kangjue's pain.

"Illness from overwork, excessive worry, and being bitten by wolf saliva will cause a low-grade fever to fall into a coma." After Liu Yanping was diagnosed, he came out to report to Mu Qingao.

"Sickness? Overthinking? Song Qingyun felt very ridiculous when she heard it, Kang Jue gave her the impression of a tyrant with a capricious temper, this kind of person writes everything on his face, and he will worry too much?

Liu Yanping glanced at Song Qingyun, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face.

"Well, Lord Liu, I'm not denying your medical skills, I think Kangjue has this kind of disease...... It should be. ”

Mu Qingao agreed with Qingyun's words very much, but it was also to save him and Doubao from being injured, so he couldn't stand idly by.

"Is there a way for Yanping to heal him?"

"Lord Wang, I'll try my best."

Beihu's doctor didn't know how to make silver needles, so when he saw Liu Yanping take out a set of silver needles, someone immediately came up to object.

People kept crying in front of Kang Yu that using silver needles on Wang was disrespectful to Beihu, and if it was broken, Wang would never wake up again.

Kang Yu was so angry that he jumped like thunder, pointed at a group of imperial doctors and scolded, "Everyone has no real skills, and they can't accept new things, you are also against it, and you are also against it, do you want my third brother to wait for death like this?" ”

"But His Royal Highness the Seventh, Prince Jing is a person from the Great Zhou......"

"What happened to the Great Zhou Dynasty? Aren't we attached to the protection of others? Don't talk about other nonsense, whoever dares to make a big fuss, I'll be the first to pull it out and cut it! ”

Liu Yanping said that if Kang Jue didn't wake up after he gave the needle, then he would have no power to return to heaven.

Hearing these words, the expressions on Mu Qingao and Song Qingyun's faces became serious, now the situation in Beihu is turbulent, and various places have been seriously affected, and many mobs are smashing and looting, burning, killing and looting.

Before, it was because he couldn't control it that he allowed the Beihu people to cross the border and enter the Great Zhou, but now that he has signed an agreement with Mu Qingao, he can't let these people do anything wrong.

When Liu Yanping came out sweating profusely, he pulled the corners of his mouth at Mu Qingao, and it seemed that there was something unspeakable.

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm."

Everyone was relieved, Kang Yu wanted to rush in to see him, but was stopped by Liu Yanping.

"Lord Wang, King Beihu is awake, but he has a request...... Liu Yanping leaned over and whispered to Mu Qingao.

"What requirements?"

"He wanted his wife to go in and serve him, saying that it was the prince and his wife who would repay him for saving his life."

Song Qingyun was next to him, and he heard his words clearly, and he couldn't help but want to blow up.

"I'm not going." She is not a girl, she is asked to serve a stinky man who can take advantage of herself at any time, and she doesn't have that heart yet.

Mu Qingao also refused, and asked him to go in and talk, King Beihu would wake up, rest in peace, and wait for a few days for them to visit him.

As a result, the imperial physician who went in to nurse came out with a spittoon full of blood, and shouted with a sad face, "Your Highness the Seventh, it's not good, the king is vomiting blood again!" ”

There was no way, Mu Qingao accompanied Song Qingyun into Kangjue's bedroom, on the golden dragon couch with a gorgeous luster, Kangjue's face was pale, just like a paper man, lying there silently, quiet and weird.

As soon as Liu Yanping took the pulse, his face changed suddenly, and he turned around and muttered, "Lord Wang, King Beihu seems to have lost the will to survive. ”

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