Chapter Ninety-Nine: Isn't It Okay?

Listening to Xin Shangren's reply, Huangfu Wuwu's face was slightly gloomy

"Dead?"

"No, the subordinates came down." Xin Shangren glanced at Yang Jin next to him and pushed him

It was Yang Jin who said, leaving a living mouth. At that time, it will be more helpful to the side concubine. "Chi Tu Jin Cai.

Yang Jin's face tightened slightly, and he hurriedly gave it up

"It's his subordinates who make the decisions without authorization, please punish the prince."

Huangfu Wuwu just glanced at Yang Jin superficially

"You're doing a great job, and then you just have to keep staring. The women in the backyard, I don't want them to hurt her in the slightest. The white fingers were slowly tapping on the wheelchair, and the moonlight was cold outside the window, but there was a smile on his face

"Has the Prime Minister's Mansion started to move?" Huangfu asked without worry.

"Well, as you expected, Prime Minister Ling Cheng has already begun to prepare for helping the fourth prince seize the throne." Shin Shang Ren Yu reports.

Huangfu chuckled carefree

"From now on. The Prime Minister's Mansion only needs to keep an eye on it, and there is no need to stop it, no matter what they want to do. ”

"But...... "Xin Shangren is puzzled" The crown prince, if he is allowed to assist the four princes wholeheartedly, then aren't our previous preparations in vain? Xin Shangren looked at Huangfu and asked.

"yes, in vain." The smile on Huangfu's face was still the same, but he turned his head before Shin Sang-in continued to ask

"But I'm tired of the mask." She likes Dustless without a mask, and he likes it too, rejoicing because she likes it.

Yang Jin looked at Huangfu's carefree appearance, his palms tightened fiercely, but he lowered his head and didn't say a word.

Yang Qingqing drank the chicken blood soup brought by mulberry leaves with satisfaction, the hot and delicious soup came from her mouth to her stomach, Yang Qingqing was so happy that she wanted to yell loudly, but she couldn't help it.

"Still won't say?" Yang Qingqing looked at the mother-in-law on the ground, this mother-in-law is really patient enough.

The mother-in-law looked at Yang Qingqing with a complicated face. What do you say if your jaw is dropping? And, indeed, she won't say.

Looking at the determination in her mother-in-law's eyes, Yang Qingqing sighed lightly

"If you don't say it, your master will definitely appear again, but since you don't say who he is, then I will not be friends or foes, and it will not be very good if it falls into my hands." The corners of Yang Qingqing's mouth were coldly hooked, and she put her mother-in-law's chin on it, and looked at her still biting her mouth, she got up and turned to leave, next time. She'll be ready for the calf!

Sang Zao followed Yang Qingqing out with the ring, and Yang Qingqing suddenly stopped halfway through

"Do you really know what to do tomorrow?"

Yahuan wanted to cry without tears, she was really afraid of this side concubine, so she nodded hurriedly

"The slave will never listen to Aunt Wei'er's words, please rest assured."

Yang Qingqing came to Yahuan

"Silly girl."

Yahuan was stunned, her face turned red, what was going on with the side concubine's spoiling tone?

"I just don't know how to ask." Yang Qingqing smiled. Suddenly, he pinched the maid's chin, stuffed the thing in her hand directly, and forced her to swallow it.

Yahuan coughed violently, looking at Yang Qingqing, it was no longer as simple as fear in her eyes, it was like going to hell to see the king of Hades.

"Slaves will never ......"

"Well, if I won't give you the antidote again, I'll tell you, if you don't take the antidote within three days, your face will fester, and you will ......" Yang Qingqing seemed to remember that scene, shuddered, and let Yahuan leave.

Mulberry Leaf Mulberry Zao looked at Yahuan, whose legs and feet were soft and almost left in a posture of walking and falling, and his eyes were full of sympathy.

"Concubine Fang, do you really have that medicine?" Sang Zao was puzzled.

Yang Qingqing held a thin branch that had been stripped of leaves in her mouth

"Hehe, that's natural, you concubines and I are such smart people, that kind of medicine naturally has to be carried with you." Yang Qingqing waved her hand, but Sang Zao saw the green juice stained on her fingers at a glance, and immediately understood that this side concubine was simply not witty like a human.

It is said that the long night is long, and naturally there is a reason for it.

"Is the prince really not here?" Yang Qingqing lay in front of the door of Huangfu's worry-free study and looked inside, and the maid standing at the door was full of embarrassment

"Concubine Fang, the prince is really not here." Yahuan explained.

Yang Qingqing frowned

"Did you go out to pick up girls?" Before she finished speaking, Yahuan on the side heard Yang Qingqing explain to herself before she could explain

"No, if he doesn't soak a beauty like me, how can he go back and soak the vulgar powder outside?" Yang Qingqing pinched her chin and looked thoughtful.

"Concubine ......" The maids wanted to explain that the prince usually soaked in a medicinal bath in the specially prepared bath at night, but before the maids could finish speaking, they saw that Yang Qingqing had already nodded and turned to leave

"Hey, you can't pamper the prince." Yang Qingqing sighed with emotion, so she took a boring step back and rested.

The person sitting in the study already had a big smile on his face at this time, but Xin Shangren on the side was still a little embarrassed

"Prince, the side concubine is so cute."

"Huh?" Huangfu Wuwu snorted coldly, and Xin Shangren immediately understood, standing straight

"Who is your subordinate, your side concubine is really witty and smart, and no one can match it."

"Hmm." A word came out of Huangfu Wuwu's mouth, but he was full of satisfaction, as if he was praising him, and his eyes looked at the direction of the door, as if he wanted to see through the door, so that he could see the back of leaving.

Yang Qingqing tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and he had already thought about the countless possibilities of the emperor's worry-free in his heart, he didn't have any heirs with so many flower-like beauties in his yard, could it be that he hadn't touched any of them for so many years?

A man in the prime of life can still be like jade in the pile of beauties, is it, yes, somehow......

"No, it won't." Yang Qingqing sat up from the bed in shock, her eyes widened, and ten million thoughts had flashed in her heart, including the idea of letting him reinvigorate her husband.

"Concubine Fang, what's wrong?" Hearing a sound in the house, Sang Ye hurriedly came in, but saw Yang Qingqing with a pensive face.

"Mulberry leaves."

"Huh?" Sang Ye looked at Yang Qingqing puzzled, but saw Yang Qingqing looking at her sadly

"Did you say that your prince has had a hard time for so many years?"

Mulberry Ye was stunned, but he remembered the suffering of the prince, and his eyes were slightly wet

"How could Concubine Fang think of this?"

Yang Qingqing held her face

"Let me and I be miserable, looking at the fat around me but not being able to eat it, tsk, the dignity of men is gone."

"......" Sang Ye looked at Yang Qingqing speechlessly, couldn't the side concubine's mind think of something useful?

"Okay, you little girls don't understand, go down, I'll teach you to stew some nourishing soup tomorrow." After Yang Qingqing finished speaking, she slept under the quilt, but Sang Ye was thinking about whether to go to the prince's place, after all, his ability was doubted, and it was still a very serious matter.