Text 219 Concubine Feng is really unlucky
Wen Qingyu glanced at her lightly: "Can you speak well?" When did you learn to talk like a flying shadow and be so unboundary? β
Yu Qiao pursed her lips, extremely aggrieved: "Isn't this for a more image?" β
"What do you want to do with that image? Are you going to a restaurant to tell a story? β
Yuqiao shook her head: "The slave maid still has to serve the young lady, so I don't have time to do that." β
"Then talk well."
"Yes." Yuqiao stuck out her tongue: "Later, the people in her yard woke up a lot. The maids and ladies rushed to take a look, and Concubine Feng had already fallen on the bed and rolled her eyes, and a moment later, maybe someone would go directly. β
She snorted coldly, extremely disdainful: "That's obviously scared." Later, after asking a doctor to rescue her, she opened her mouth and closed her mouth and said that she asked Luwu to find the person who harmed her, and her death had nothing to do with her. β
Wen Qingyu raised her eyebrows, Luwu is dead?
At that time, Lianshuang only wasted one of her right hands, although the ten fingers connected to the heart would hurt for a while. But it's impossible to die.
Thinking about that time, when Lianshuang attacked Luwu, Feng Yihuan could have stopped it by speaking out. But she didn't do that, and even vaguely looked forward to it.
I'm afraid that it has become a fact, so I can take the green turnip as a raft and sue her well.
Where did I think that Luo Yeji's people didn't eat her at all.
Lu Wu followed Feng Yihuan, and it was certainly not stupid to be able to transfer from a first-class female official in Feng Country to Rongwang Mansion. Where would you not be able to think of the trick and know that you were sacrificed by the master as a pawn. Her temperament, where is she willing to suffer?
So...... Then there must have been some unknown threats and extermination tricks.
Otherwise, what is Feng Yihuan afraid of?
Feiying is also really ruthless, first tossing Feng Yihuan enough, dizzy and dizzy. Then find someone to pretend to be green, Feng Yihuan is feeling sorry, and he is suspicious of what kind of rat spirit, this time he is really scared.
"It's not over yet." Yu Qiao said crisply: "Speaking of which, this phoenix concubine is also unlucky. After taking Lang Zhong's medicine, he just got better, so he thought about going to the garden to take a break and breathe. Results ......"
Wen Qingyu looked at Yu Qiao, and the little girl was obviously more excited. How unlucky is Feng Yihuan?
When she went up to the pavilion, she happened to meet the jade lady coming down to the pavilion. She was impure in her own mind, and deliberately stepped on the corner of the jade lady's skirt, wanting to cause the jade lady to fall off the gazebo. Where did you think that the jade lady was unstable on her feet all of a sudden, and even she was dragged down. The two of them rolled down the gazebo together. I don't know how to roll, she just happened to be pressed under the jade lady. The corner of his forehead suddenly hit the stone tablet under the gazebo, and instantly hit ten thousand peach blossoms. β
"Dead?"
"Nope." The corners of Yu Qiao's mouth twitched, and she said that she was gloating, so what kind of disappointment is your face, Miss?
"Then you're using the wrong words." Wen Qingyu turned around and looked at the medicine pot simmering on the fire: "How much blood does it take to bloom ten thousand peach blossoms?" Can you not die? Since he is not dead, where there are enough ten thousand flowers, at most it is a rotten peach blossom. β
"Uh......" Yu Buckwheat choked, okay, Miss, you are the most poisonous one.
"And then ......?"
"No more." Yuqiao shook her head: "Now, Concubine Feng is completely sick in bed and can't get up in a short time. The wound on the forehead is a bit large, and although it is impossible to die, it is very likely to leave a scar. β
"Where's the Jade Lady?"
"She." Yu Qiao pursed her lips very indifferently: "Her life is big, Concubine Feng blocked most of her strength for her, but it was just a few small bruises, and it was no big deal at all." β
Wen Qingyu nodded: "So, these days, the front yard should be quieter." β
Yu Qiao thought for a while: "About yes, Concubine Feng cares so much about that face, she has to stop for a few days." β
Wen Qingyu turned his head to see that the medicine on the stove was almost ready, so he turned around and poured out the medicine.
Yu Qiao's big eyes stared at Wen Qingyu's movements without blinking: "Miss should have been like this a long time ago, this is like the way husband and wife get along." β
Wen Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "What do you know about how husband and wife get along, aren't you reminding me to marry you off?" β
Yuqiao hurriedly waved her hand: "I didn't mean that, I just always watched King Rong do so many things to please Miss, but Miss always didn't respond, and the slave maid was anxious." β
"What did he do for me? He's just going to me off! β
"Not really." Yu Qiao pouted: "Miss, do you know where your missing clothes and shoes went?" β
Wen Qingyu glanced at her, could it be that the whereabouts of her clothes would be known?
"Where did you go?"
Yuqiao smiled lightly: "I asked the prince to throw it away, and I burned it directly when I got up the next day, and I burned it with my own hands." β
The corners of Wen Qingyu's mouth twitched, is Luo Yeji addicted to burning clothes?
The last time she burned her clothes was because Wu Mingyue spit blood and accidentally touched her a little, what is it for this time?
"Miss doesn't know why." Yuqiao looked mysterious: "It's because when the young lady left the house, she was wearing the same set of clothes." King Rong said that it was unlucky to keep that kind of clothes, and the wind should not last long, and it would be burned directly, and this kind of thing would never happen again in the future. β
Wen Qingyu was about to take the medicine with his hand, is it really fake? Could this kind of thing be done by Luo Yeji?
Could it be that he really burned out his brain with a fever? Can it be more naΓ―ve?
"Yesterday, not long after the prince and the young lady fell asleep, they suddenly asked someone to fetch several buckets of cold water into it. I heard that on such a cold day, the prince has been taking a cold bath for some reason. After soaking, he refused to go to bed and go to bed, so he slept on the soft couch under the window. Today, I refused to take medicine all day, and I didn't listen to anyone's advice. β
Yuqiao sighed: "Everyone said that the prince was punishing himself because he annoyed the princess. He was only willing to take medicine if the young lady told him to take it. β
Wen Qingyu's face turned dark, Luo Yeji's brain was really fed to the dog. The high fever does not go away, and he still soaks in cold water, and refuses to take medicine after soaking in cold water. How much does he want to die?
So, someone immediately rushed into the room with the medicine bowl in a rage, and sent the medicine bowl in his hand to Luo Yeji's face with a cold face.
The bowl shook violently, almost wetting the pages in Luo Yeji's hand.
"Drink!" Wen Qingyu's eyes were like ice: "Dare to leave a drop, I will ask you to drink ten bowls at a time!" β
Luo Yeji seemed to be stunned for a moment, and glanced at the rain buckwheat behind her absently, and quickly skipped a trace of danger. These people around Qingqing, shouldn't they all hurry up and get married!
Yu Qiao instantly felt a chill down her spine, and shrunk her neck fiercely.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Wen Qingyu's voice was cold: "You soaked in cold water for a long time yesterday?" Refusing to take medicine even if you have a fever? β
Luo Yeji sighed: "The people around you really tell you everything?" β
Wen Qingyu gritted his teeth: "You bastard, stupid, stupid person whose brain is caught by the door." Do you want to die so much? It's faster to wipe your neck with a knife, why bother practicing yourself like this? You'd better give me an explanation! β
Luo Yeji looked at her, and a light smile suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Qingqing is feeling sorry for me?" β
Wen Qingyu choked: "Your brain was really eaten by a dog!" β
"Qingqing wants to know the reason?" Luo Yeji looked down at the dark and heavy medicinal juice in his hand: "Then stand still, and tell you when the master finishes drinking the medicine." β
Wen Qingyu sneered, if you don't move, don't move, just listen to your great reason.
Luo Yeji picked up the medicine bowl, this time he didn't ask Wen Qingyu to feed it again, and drank it all with his big palm, extremely fast.
Wen Qingyu stared at him without blinking with a pair of clear eyes, guarding against him from playing clever tricks to steal the medicinal juice in his hand.
Patronizing and staring at his medicine bowl, he didn't see the flashing light in the phoenix eyes of the man opposite.
As soon as his wrist tightened, Wen Qingyu secretly said that it was not good, and then he remembered someone's bad habit of taking medicine, and if he wanted to withdraw away, it was already too late.
The next moment, the heavens and the earth were upside down, and Luo Yeji's face was close at hand. The slightly cool lip flap was attached to her at once.
The bitter liquid reached her mouth without any suspense.
Really! Wen Qingyu wailed in his heart.
Xiao Ruoli's medicine was really bitter, Wen Qingyu only felt that his body was constricting for a while, and every pore seemed to be no longer comfortable. A face wrinkled even tighter, as if even the tongue was numb.
Luo Yeji let out a light laugh, and her slender fingertips slowly brushed over her tight brows: "Qingqing also feels bitter?" Don't be afraid, for the husband, this will help you solve your troubles. β
He lowered his head again, and the astringent fragrance that seemed to be a flower and not a flower enveloped Wen Qingyu at once. His lips were slightly cold, but his body was amazingly hot because of the high heat.
Wen Qingyu was lost in this contradiction between cold and hot, and her whole body and mind seemed to be surrounded by the fragrant breath, and there was only a piece of intoxicating beauty left in the sky and on the ground.
The buckwheat beside the bed was stunned for a moment, and her little face was suddenly red, more and more like a ripe apple.
Hey, two masters, there are still outsiders here, okay, don't you know what to avoid?
So, someone was very conscious, and quickly retreated lightly, and then, without hesitation, closed the door at once.
There was a "bang" sound, and finally Wen Qingyu regained a trace of clarity, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and his hand was tightly pressed against Luo Yeji's chest.
"In the yard...... A lot of people. β
Luo Yeji's phoenix eyes narrowed, and the bottom of his eyes was deep, but he didn't say a word, and suddenly lowered his head again.
"Hmm......"
Wen Qingyu didn't have time to say a word, and then sank into Luo Yeji's tenderness again.
She only felt as if she was infected by Luo Yeji, and her whole body was shockingly hot all at once. She believed that if she continued like this, she would be cooked.
This thought is only a fleeting thought, and the slightest thought can no longer arise in my mind.
A pair of plain hands, I don't know when, wrapped around Luo Yeji's neck, and under the open window, it was charming.
The sky is blue and the sun is just right, the canopy, the walls, and the roofs are quiet.
The Lingyun Eighteen Cavalry seemed to have disappeared collectively all of a sudden, and the entire Lingyun Pavilion did not have the breath of a third person except for Wen Qingyu and Luo Yeji.
After a long time, Luo Yeji finally left the diamond lips that made him linger, and the phoenix eyes swept over the red and swollen lip flaps, and there was obviously an abnormal red in the phoenix eyes.
"Qingqing understands now?" Luo Yeji's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying his best to suppress something: "This is the reason why my husband has to soak in cold water." β