There is a chaise longue in the study room where you can relax.

At this moment, the Night Monarch, who was dressed in a white robe and was still half-open-chested, was lying on his side.

The sun shines through the window and shines on his handsome face, and the black hair is scattered in the wind, and it is hard to concave a little broken beauty, which is like the two of the Nine Emperor Uncles who kill people without blinking on weekdays.

Xu was aware of someone approaching, and the Yejun, who was pretending to take a nap, opened his eyes, his deep eyes slowly raised, and his hazy and sleepy eyes looked at the comer.

"Nanyue."

"Shut up."

Yunnan Yue didn't want to hear Ye Jun say a word.

She came, not because she was distressed about how the Night Monarch was, but because she wanted to find out why the dog prince took the medicine to have a counterproductive effect.

She has absolute confidence in her medical skills.

"Reach out."

"Does it still hurt?"

Yunnan Yue asked Yejun to stretch out his hand to diagnose his pulse.

The outstretched hand of the dog prince directly caressed Yunnan Yue's forehead.

"The king's head still hurts, and his eyes hurt."

The magnetic and muffled Chinese was aggrieved word by word, and Yejun pointed to his forehead and eyes, mentioning that when he went to court today, he was made fun of.

Pulling the hand on his forehead down, Yunnan Yue still ignored the persecution of a certain prince Lai Lai and checked his pulse.

Odd!

The pulse pattern is sometimes normal and sometimes different, as it was before detoxification.

"Night Monarch, you haven't taken the antidote?"

Xiu's eyebrows furrowed.

Yunnan Yue concluded that Yejun had never taken the antidote.

Yejun never hid it, and Dafang admitted that he didn't take the antidote.

The reason is because......

"Yesterday, when He Dong was boiling medicine, he accidentally knocked over the medicine."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Trick a three-year-old child in kindergarten?

It's also a coincidence.

He Dong, who was kicked out of the carriage by a woman, returned to the Night King's Mansion, and as soon as he walked to the door of the study, he heard the prince throw the pot on him.

Ay!

He Dong sighed.

Do you want to be a guard, there is no afterlife in this life, and your master's pot has to be carried!

"Yesterday, I accidentally knocked over the medicine bowl, I was afraid that the prince would punish and Mrs. Nanyue would be angry, so I went to the Lu Mansion to lie, saying that the prince was sick after taking the medicine."

"After knocking over the medicine that Nanyue personally prepared for this king, you can be convicted of your guilt and take thirty military sticks by yourself."

The voice of the Night Monarch came from the study.

He Dong, who knelt on one knee outside the study, was ordered to be punished.

"Yes, I am willing to be punished."

He Dong glanced at Zhou Yan and Wu Tao, and his eyes motioned for the two to do a full set of acts.

"Brother Dong, if you really fight thirty military sticks, you will die!"

Zhou Yan was worried that if the thirty military sticks went down, He Dong would not only be wasted in the lower half of his body, but also in the second half of his life, and what if he couldn't take care of himself in the future.

"Is there a string missing from your head?"

He Dong looked at Zhou Yan with the expression of two fools, and he wondered more than once how Zhou Yan's IQ had entered the Night King's Mansion on an errand.

"Huh? To fight or not to fight? ”

"If you dare to hit it, Lao Tzu will stick your head in the dung pit."

In the study, Yunnan Yue's hands were clasped around her shoulders, looking at Ye Junjue condescendingly, with a sneer on the corner of her lips.

"Since Uncle Nine Emperor likes acting so much, why don't you go to Qingyulou to report your name, in less than a year, you will definitely be able to mix up the top brand with your acting skills of opening your eyes and telling nonsense."

"This king is really sick, lovesick."

The Night Monarch, who was found to be pretending to be sick, stood up from the chaise longue while quibbling, his half-open shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders.

At this time, an inappropriate wind blew in, blowing off the layer of white clothes hanging on the shoulders of a certain prince and falling to the ground.

"Hooligans!"