Chapter 37: Wang's Handle
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Although Fu Lingya didn't want to have anything to do with him, she didn't want to shake his face, and said in a distant tone, "Please tell me if the prince has something." ”
"You bring this king." Murong Jue didn't care if she wanted to or not, and forcibly pulled her away from Murong Jin and Lin Xiyue.
"Murong Jue, you let go of me!" Fu Lingya shook her hand in a little panic, but she couldn't shake off his hand, how could she compare to Murong Jue's strength!
"Don't move!"
Another commanding tone, Fu Lingya was stunned and didn't move, some people are born with a kind of royal majesty, such as Murong Jue.
Fu Lingya glanced at Lin Xiyue, who was separated by a small distance, and shook her hand unhappily, "Murong Jue, what do you want to say?" Can you say that? Please let it go! ”
Murong Jue suddenly approached her, the smell of ambergris surged into the tip of her nose in an instant, and she was very close, Murong Jue whispered something in her ear?
Hearing this, her eyes suddenly widened, and she ran back!
Back in his yard, the first thing he did when he sat down, Fu Lingya ordered in a panic, "Yun Zhi, come and take my pulse!" ”
"Is Miss unwell?" Yun Zhi asked suspiciously, and did not dare to slack off on her pulse when she spoke.
Miss's face was very bad, as if she was frightened by something?!
Fu Lingya silently recited the meditation mantra over and over again to calm the worries in her heart.
During the Yunzhi vein, Fu Lingya raised her eyes slightly, "Qing Yu, you go and cook me a bowl of lotus seed soup." ”
How could Qing Yu not see that Fu Lingya had a problem? It was deliberately to break away from her.
"Yes, miss." Qing Yu retreated.
Yun Zhi removed the fingertips that were calling for her, and she couldn't wait to ask, "How?" ”
Although I knew in my heart that it was impossible, I was still very nervous and nervous, staring at Yun Zhi nervously.
Although Yun Zhi didn't know what she was nervous about? But he still replied honestly, "Miss's body is fine, but there is some spleen and lungs on fire, Miss should not drink lotus seed soup, drink some sweet soup boiled by Chuanbei Sydney!" ”
Hearing Yun Zhi say this, Fu Lingya breathed a heavy sigh of relief, remembering what Murong Jue had just whispered to her...
In fact, the focus of what Murong Jue said was not her, but it made her suddenly realize that it might also be a fatal problem for her, so she simply took Yun Zhi's pulse and calmed her worries.
What Murong Jue told her was the Wang family's business, and it was something that was very beneficial to her, and it was the Wang family's handle.
After settling down, he pondered for a moment and then said, "Yun Zhi, I have something to do with you." ”
"What do you command, Miss?" Yun Zhi asked very obediently.
Fu Lingya whispered something in her ear, almost not startling her jaw!
"What?" Yun Zhi couldn't believe what she heard, and stammered, "Miss... You mean......"
Fu Lingya nodded affirmatively, although Yun Zhi said that her body was fine, but just in case, "Yun Zhi, just do what I say, remember, don't let anyone know!" ”
Seeing her serious face, Yun Zhi quickly calmed down, "Yes, Miss, the slave will go." ”
Yun Shu just watched her and Yun Zhi play dumb riddles, and she didn't understand what was going on?
"Miss, what's going on? Miss's face is not very good! Is it uncomfortable? The slave maid should find a doctor to take a look at the young lady, right? Yun Shu said as he poured her a cup of tea.
"No need, Yun Zhi has already seen it just now, it seems that I am just blindly worried."
Fu Lingya drank a cup of tea and slowly came to her senses, and she had such a ...... with Murong Jue How could there be! It seems that he is really worried too much, and he exhales a breath of turbidity.
It's the Wang family, this time there is this handle in her hands, and then she has to think about it, how to use the news that Murong Jue told her to bring down the Wang family?
"Miss! Miss! ”
Fu Lingya was thinking about it intently, when an eager cry came from the courtyard.