Walking to the door, Song Ying'er quietly pulled Mo Chenggang and whispered: "Uncle, don't go in, let His Highness take a good look at Sister Xiang'er." ”

"Good. Mo Chenggang nodded honestly, Song Ying'er then followed Fang Ling in, and came to the side room, Xiaoqing was helping Mo Xiang up, she hadn't seen her for nearly two months, Mo Xiang, who was already slender, was even thinner, and her stunning face was a little pale, so delicate that people couldn't help but feel a headache.

But she was still supported by Xiaoqing Xiaolan and wanted to salute.

Fang Ling hurried over, helped her to the bed and sat down, and sighed: "Miss Mo, you are sick, this etiquette will be waived." ”

Song Ying'er said softly: "Yes, Sister Xiang'er, you can lie down well, I heard my uncle say that you have a heat stroke, it is not easy to rest well." ”

Seeing Fang Ling come to visit him in person, Mo Xiang's heart was moved, and he shook his head calmly and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor illness, the doctor in the palace came to help me see it, and said it doesn't matter, it will be fine for a few days." ”

Song Ying'er looked at the prostrated Mo Xiang, and said distressed and complaining: "Your Highness, Sister Xiang'er's illness is caused by you, if it weren't for you, how could Sister Xiang'er be so tired?"

Fang Ling nodded honestly and said, "This matter is indeed my fault, it doesn't matter if there are a few Tiangong Divine Crossbows, the key is that Miss Mo's body is the most important." ”

Mo Xiang was about to speak, but Song Ying'er preemptively said: "It's good that Your Highness knows that you are wrong, then you can take care of Sister Xiang'er here." With that, she stuffed the medicine bowl into his hand and walked out with Xiaoqing Xiaolan.

Seeing Song Ying'er punishing herself, Fang Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly, picked up the bowl and sat on the stool next to the bed.

Mo Xiang is so smart and icy, how can she not know that Song Ying'er wants to create an opportunity for herself to be alone with Fang Ling, thinking that her little thoughts were seen through by her, her little face couldn't help but turn red, and she whispered: "Your Highness, this medicine ...... I'll drink it myself. ”

"It's okay, I'll feed you, otherwise this girl Shadow doesn't know what way to torture me. Fang Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, scooped a spoonful of medicine, blew it cold, and fed it to Mo Xiang.

Mo Xiang was embarrassed, but he couldn't open his mouth, the medicine was bitter, but when he saw Fang Ling's heart, his heart was very sweet, and he felt that even if he was tired, it was worth it.

After feeding a bowl of medicine, Fang Ling asked her to lie down again, and then reached out to check her pulse, then she was relieved, and blamed herself: "Miss Mo is indeed sick from hard work, and I blame me for urging too hard." ”

Mo Xiang hurriedly shook her head and said: "No, Your Highness, it is a blessing for a little woman to be able to relieve His Highness's worries, but the little woman's body is too weak, her body has been very weak since she was a child, and she can fall ill if she blows a little wind, and she can get sick if she stays up all night." ”

Fang Ling thought for a moment and said, "That's it, I'll send you a few pills over in the next few days." My mother's body used to be very weak, but now she is not stained by any minor illness by these pills. ”

Mo Xiang hesitated: "How dare the little woman use the pill that Niangniang takes?"