The Spark of Stars, in the luxurious bedroom of His Royal Highness King Xiao.

Di Jinxuan waited for half an hour, and did not wait for Liu Yujing and others to invite the imperial doctor in the palace. And Ji Qingge, who was in his arms, turned pale, like a patient who had not recovered from a long-term illness.

Faced with this situation, it was inevitable that Di Jinxuan felt self-blame in his heart.

He clearly knew that his concubine's physique was weak. The six years of being confined in an abandoned firewood house gave her a taste of the bitterness of the world. It was at that time that her palace cold disease fell.

Di Jinxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and held Ji Qingge's cold hand. In a reproachful tone, he said: "Little demon girl, you said it yourself, it is a medicine that is poisonous."

But you're still taking the medicine......"

The eyes of pity swept over Ji Qingge's pale face. Di Jinxuan said in a deep voice: "You little demon girl, in order to pretend to be sick, you will use your own body and bones as child's play."

Have you ever considered how it feels like to be a husband when you act like this? ”

Seeing that half an hour had passed, Liu Yujing went to ask the imperial doctor, but they couldn't be invited.

The result of not being able to invite the imperial doctors from the Chengxiang Hall or the Cuiwei Palace. But he and his concubine had expected it in advance.

He loved the concubine and said, that's it, it's good.

But he said, "What's good? ”

How could she know how much he cared about her? During the period when she was in a coma after taking the medication, he could not convince himself that she had just taken the medication. And wake up two hours later.

Di Jinxuan was so anxious that he didn't want to wait like this anymore. Waiting like this will only make him want to pick up the sword and go to Cuiwei Hall to find Concubine Pang for revenge.

If it weren't for that Concubine Pang, she would have allowed her spies to make trouble. Then how could his beloved concubine be so tired in order to treat the wounded?

In the final analysis, Concubine Pang is the culprit.

As soon as Di Jinxuan thought of Concubine Pang, a trace of yin owl flashed in his starry eyes in an instant. He really wanted to ask his father in person, why in his father's heart, Concubine Pang could prevail over everything?

Why is it that in the eyes of his father, even if Concubine Pang gave birth to his son, His Royal Highness King Yan has committed a crime. Can he be forgiven by his father?

Maybe use the words that Ji Qingge once said, to explain. That is: "Maybe everything my father did for Concubine Pang stemmed from my father's love for Concubine Pang."

Many things in the world can give people a reasonable explanation.

Only love, can't.

can't explain why his father fell in love with Concubine Pang when he had a princess.

It can't be explained, my father clearly knows that His Royal Highness King Xiao is the best among the many princes. But in the matter of establishing the crown prince, he still chose the eldest son of the emperor born to his concubine, His Royal Highness King Yan. ”

A hint of unwillingness flashed in Di Jinxuan's eyes, and he stood up and came to the dresser in the bedroom, looking for the small wooden box containing the pills. When he picked up the key with a dark golden glow and opened the box, it was empty.

There is no shadow of the antidote pill at all.

Could it be that the pill taken by his concubine was really as she said, and there was no need to take an antidote?

Or, when she went to Luowang's Mansion in the past few days to visit the county lord of Xiyao, she took the antidote and gave it away?

Di Jinxuan impatiently closed the small wooden box and returned to the edge of the bed to sit down. He took Ji Qingge's cold hand out of the brocade quilt and put it on his hot cheek. Whispered:

"Qingge, do you feel that it is warmer?"

Ji Qingge, who was lying on the agarwood bed, closed his lips tightly and did not move.

Di Jinxuan's thin lips provoked an embarrassing arc, and said, "Look at you, a good person, what kind of medicine do you take?" Now I can't argue with my husband, don't you feel lost? ”

Really, pretending to be sick is pretending to be sick, and I really took the pill.

Have you ever wondered how he feels?

Alas!

Di Jinxuan was worried that Ji Qingge would be cold, so she put her cold hand back into the warm brocade quilt. Stretched out his hand and tucked the quilt for her, and said:

"Little demon girl, wake up. Wake up and talk to the king.

This king wants to hear you say that when you were an agent in your previous life, how terrible it was. I also want to hear from you, how you want to ...... after you came to the Xiyue Dynasty."

Di Jinxuan only felt that his cheeks were slightly hot. He hooked his lips awkwardly and whispered: "You said that you want to work hard to become a rich woman in the Xiyue Dynasty, a successful Bao I, and this king is a rich and handsome man."

Can you tell us why you chose this king?

Did you know that there are four beautiful men in the Imperial City?

Except for the man you met first when you came to this plane, this king. There is also the shadow guard who was with this king at the time, and the wind is shadowless.

and the man with a good-looking side face you saw in the valley of the West Mountain, His Royal Highness King Yan.

And ......"

That person, but Di Jinxuan can't hate it, and he can't rest assured of him, Sikong is pitiful.

Di Jinxuan smiled helplessly, reached out and patted Ji Qingge's cheek. He smiled sly and said, "Little demon girl, this king has to wait for you to wake up and ask this king in person." ”

After saying that, Di Jinxuan leaned down and kissed the tip of the beauty at Ji Qingge's hairline. Reproached softly: "Little demon girl, don't you like to listen to this king?"

You say, "The voice of this king is nice and magnetic."

The mouth of the king is dry, little demon girl, you make a pot of tea for this king? ”

Di Jinxuan glanced at Ji Qingge in embarrassment, only to see her cherry mouth, which gradually became a little bloody. Immediately rejoiced, said:

"Little demon girl, there are really yours.

You were deceived into becoming a husband after taking the medicine. Say that you can wake up after two hours of rest, and you will be as beautiful as a flower.

This king is still worried, you are so tempting 1i people, concubine. If it's more beautiful, I'm afraid this star-spark hall won't be able to lock up your peach blossoms.

You say, do you want to go to Dongling Mountain again and make a wish? ”

Di Jinxuan cleared his throat and looked at Ji Qingge's face with complicated eyes. Whispered:

"Qingge, in fact, this king was taking you to Dongling Mountain to ask for the old moon spirit sign. By the king's side, there is only one woman, the concubine.

But for some reason, when the Dao Gu unsigned the document, she said that this king has peach blossoms.

You say, how wronged is this king? ”

Seeing that Ji Qingge still didn't answer, Di Jinxuan said excitedly: "Little demon girl, aren't you sharp and sharp on weekdays, are you quite able to argue?"

Why, today you say that you are not a husband, and you pretend to rest? ”

Di Jinxuan sighed lightly and said, "Little demon girl, you see that your husband has guarded you for so long, so you don't have to go to tea."

But you don't even want to open your eyes and look at your husband.

You're angry with your husband like this again. ”

Ji Qingge, who was lying on the bed, still hadn't opened his eyes, and his lips were also closed.

Di Jinxuan stretched out his hand to probe Ji Qingge's snort, which was neither heavy nor light, and smiled with relief. Road:

"Little demon girl, it's better for you to rest.

When you wake up, your husband will go with you to the foot of the West Mountain and teach you how to play polo, okay?

You said you could play polo, but you ...... After all, I haven't shown your skills in front of your husband. When you wake up, we'll talk to each other......"

Di Jinxuan remembered that once he took Ji Qingge to a mansion in the suburbs. She chatted with him, about horseback riding, and about polo.

Ji Qingge asked curiously, "Husband." I heard my brother say that every year, the Xiyue Dynasty will hold an unprecedented polo tournament. ”

"Yes."

The corners of Di Jinxuan's lips curled into a playful smile, and said, "Concubine Ai wants to participate in a polo tournament?" For the reward, or for the ......"

"In order to compete with the princesses of neighboring countries and the lords of the county."

Ji Qingge smiled lightly and said, "The ladies in the palace can't compete with men on the court. ”