Ye Zhiwei stood at the head of the bed and looked at Nan Wangye. candy floss

In the room stood the attendants of King Nan, and there was a medicine bowl on the table on one side.

However, she noticed that the medicine in the bowl had not moved at all.

"The prince refuses to use medicine, and the concubine refuses to listen to the prince's persuasion......" Bai Qing wiped her eyes with her sleeves.

Ye Zhiwei ignored the three aunts, but came to the bed. Whispered: "Nan Wangye......" Chi Yang stroked.

She saw Nanwang open his eyes, looked at her, and whispered, "You guys are here." ”

Ye Zhiwei was stunned and corrected: "The regent is still in the palace, and I am the only one who comes here today." I'll have to rush back later. ”

Nanwang's eyes rolled, "I heard that Ling Yu was born?" ”

"Hmm." Ye Zhiwei only answered, and then there was no follow-up, so she didn't have the leisure to talk to Nanwang about his daughter who had not yet met.

She ...... What do you think? ”

"Huh?" Ye Zhiwei pretended to be stupid and said, "Who is the prince talking about?" ”

Bai Qing said unhappily, "The prince is not in good spirits these days, and he often talks nonsense, princess, don't be surprised." ”

Ye Zhiwei said that it didn't matter, but her eyes noticed that when Nan Wang heard this, the corners of his lips pulled slightly, revealing a sarcastic arc.

"Why doesn't the prince refuse to use medicine?" Ye Zhiwei asked.

Bai Qing and the others had red eyes, "The prince said that this is an old disease, and it can't be cured." He doesn't want to be a drag ......."

The villain in Ye Zhiwei's heart raised his forehead and embarrassed: Is this a liar? What kind of drag, what trick does this old prince want to do, is he still thinking about tricking Ling Yu and his newborn daughter back to the house?

"If you can't take the medicine, you'll suffer

。 Read the full text of the latest chapter," Ye Zhiwei sighed deliberately.

"Princess Regent, can you think of convincing the prince to use medicine?" White eyes looked at Ye Zhiwei nervously.

Ye Zhiwei shook her head slowly, "I can't do it." She said these words very slowly, and the words were very clear.

The three aunts were all stunned, "That is, ......"

"I'm afraid that the prince will not succeed, so let's prepare for the future in advance." Ye Zhiwei had a regretful expression.

She used her spare eyes to see Nanwang's cheeks stiffen, and she speculated that the old man should be clenching his back molars.

It's just that he himself is making trouble to die or live, and in front of so many people, he can't just sit up and scold Ye Zhiwei.

Feng Caizhen and Qiu Shuang also panicked. "This ...... What the hell is this? ”

"Fortunately, there is Bai Qing in charge of the house, so let her handle it." Ye Zhiwei arranged, "You can help a little, the funeral is a big deal, if it is not done well, it will lose the face of the Nanwang Mansion." ”

In fact, Ye Zhiwei and Nanwang both knew in their hearts that if he was really going to die, where would there be any face of Nanwangfu, and the position of the prince had not been decided yet, but I was afraid that from now on, Nanwangfu would exist in name only. (Nice.)

The three aunts left the house one after another, and King Nan glanced at the attendant standing in the room, and the attendant quietly retreated, and then King Nan slowly sat up.

Ye Zhiwei turned a blind eye. Turned around and walked to the table, picked up the medicine bowl, and said, "Nan Wangye, did you remember to take medicine?" ”

Nanwang was speechless for a long time.

She turned around and saw Nanwang sitting there, staring at her deadly.

Ye Zhiwei couldn't hold back the smile in her heart, and pretended to be serious: "Could it be that Nanwang, your illness suddenly got better after seeing me?" ”

"You girl is very bold, ......" It took a long time for Nan Wang to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth

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Ye Zhiwei smiled faintly, "How can you be worthy of your son if you are timid." ”

Nanwang's eyes narrowed, "In the past, this king looked away, and you are indeed worthy of Han'er." ”

Nan Wang suddenly said such a thing, although it surprised her a little, but she was not complacent because of this, he admitted that he had never been her concern.

"I don't know what happened when King Nan called me today?" Ye Zhiwei has a businesslike tone. She didn't even mean to sit, it seemed that as long as Nanwang finished speaking, she would leave immediately.

"Is this the king so annoying to you?" King Nan smiled bitterly.

"I'm pregnant, so I have to be careful." Ye Zhiwei put one hand on her abdomen.

Nanwang's gaze fell on her stomach, "I don't know if Ling Yu gave birth to a ......"

"It's a daughter." Ye Zhiwei said lightly, "The regent personally named her, her name is Ling Duyan. ”

Nanwang only felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

If he still had a glimmer of hope before, he felt that Ling Yu would forgive him sooner or later even if he looked at the child's face, but now that he heard that Feng Duhan gave the child such a name, his last hope was shattered.

“…… Don't look at Ling Yu's gentle personality, sometimes she is also very stubborn, she didn't like to eat eggs when she was cold, and this king almost broke her mouth to persuade her to eat a few bites......" Nanwang muttered to himself.

Ye Zhiwei stood there and listened, and suddenly felt some sympathy for this old man in her heart.

"King Nan doesn't have to worry, Mother has us to take care of her, what are you going to do here...... Are you going to drink medicine to get better, or are you going to watch Bai Qing and them continue to do white things for you? Ye Zhiwei's words were merciless, and Xiaolian and Liu Yan on the side turned white in fright.

"What do you mean...... Unexpectedly, King Nan didn't get angry, but looked at her meaningfully.

"I think the prince must have this kind of thought, and he wants to see the excitement, otherwise I wouldn't arrange it here."

King Nan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly lay back, "I know, since this is the case, you will help handle the funeral of this king."

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He rolled over and stopped talking.

South Palace, back house.

The third young master, Feng Shaowen, hugged Feng Caizhen's leg and begged: "Mother, you can help the child, I finally got such an opportunity, if we miss it, can you really bear to watch the child go back to the barracks to stay, that place is dirty and smelly, I often have to be ridiculed by those sergeants, if you let me go back again, it is better to beat me to death." ”

Feng Caizhen hesitated: "But now Bai Qing is still in control of the mansion......"

"Mother just needs to let my father press a handprint." Feng Shaowen suddenly took out a fold from his arms, which clearly stated that the third son, Feng Shaowen, would inherit the throne and the prince of Chengnan.

Feng Caizhen grabbed Feng Shaowen's clothes in fright, "Little Ancestor, where did you get this thing?" ”

The handwriting on this is clearly forged into the handwriting of King Nan.

Feng Shaowen said in a low voice: "I have been prepared, mother doesn't have to worry, you just need to find an opportunity to go to your father and let him press the handprint, and naturally someone will help me hand the fold to the emperor." ”

"Who did you get for help?" Feng Caizhen stared at him in disbelief, her own son she knew best, there was no one in the court who didn't know him at all, where would anyone help him hand the fold in front of the emperor.

"Don't worry, I know it." Feng Shaowen said, "I got acquainted with some people around the Five Princes, and they promised to help me. ”

Feng Caizhen's eyes widened, "Why would they help you, or did you promise to give them something?" ”

Feng Shaowen waved his hand indifferently, "What can I have, my mother still doesn't know, I just promised them, if I can really be the son of the world, I will do my best to help them." ”

Seeing that Feng Caizhen was still hesitating, Feng Shaowen hurriedly said: "Mother, don't worry, they are the people of the Five Princes, even if they have something to ask me for in the future, it will not be a big deal." ”

Feng Caizhen thought about it and felt that what her son said seemed to make sense, so she carefully took the falsetto into her arms.

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