Chapter 949： The little sweetheart of the regent (9)

Chapter 949 The Prince Regent’s Sweetheart (9)

He Zhou looked down and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, the emperor."

Su Yue’s purpose was to let the emperor stop Lord Jing and let him put down her sister Su Qiao.

Catch up?

What's the use of her catching up?

Lord Yijing’s domineering, she could not even enter his palace gate.

gritted her teeth secretly, she exhaled and recovered her calm:

"No, the concubines just want to remind the emperor that the daughters of the ministers have prepared talents, should they be allowed to go, or...?"

Ye Beiyao glanced at her.

Isn’t she anxious?

Why don’t you go to see her sister again?

Su Yue smiled softly: "Although the sister of the concubine is uncomfortable, but today is the emperor’s birthday, how can the concubine ignore the emperor because of her sister?"

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Tianxin Temple, the residence of the regent in the palace.

Su Qiao, whose hair was soaked in front of her forehead, was placed on the kang at this time. The Yuyuan Hospital was in charge, and Yuyuanzheng had already finished her pulse for her.

On the edge of the kang, King Jing, who was dressed in cold air, stared at him with deep eyes, "How is it?"

"Return to the prince, forgive me for the poor abilities of the old minister. I can't see anything. I only found that the woman is a little weak, and her spleen and stomach are slightly weak. I think it is caused by frequent hunger or bad food.

"Starving?"

Cold and spoiled food?

The night scene was taken aback, and then a tragedy burst into his heart.

Su Qiao is not so painful at this time.

The pain is numb.

Her eyes were clear, and she looked at the White Beard Doctor: "Grandpa, you touch my head, it looks like something is digging around. It hurts when it moves."

After all, the person in front of him is the most experienced courtyard teacher, and I don’t know if he can do anything about it.

"Drilling around?"

Yu Yuan was stunned, "Girl, you must have made a mistake. In your mind, how could something get in and out?"

"Oh." Su Qiao was a little disappointed.

As soon as he heard this, he knew that the old royal doctor couldn't help it.

Forget it.

It's better to think for yourself.

Fortunately, this kind of thing, although she has not developed it before, she has also come into contact with it.

Many of the killers under their Demon Cult were fed by old poisonous ghosts.

Besides, she still has a book.

Research should not be a problem.

Su Qiao cast his gaze to the man with a vague expression, "Where is my roast chicken?"

Ye Jinghua stared at her for a long time, her dark eyes clearly disappeared.

For a while, staring at the expectant little girl, his heart softened.

sighed helplessly.

Sit down on the edge of the kang, and stretched out her hand to help her pull the sweaty hair from her forehead to the back of her head: "No more pain?"

At this time, I still remember the roast chicken.

"Pain."

Su Qiao shook his head weakly, her voice a little hoarse.

"However, if I eat more, it may not hurt so much."

Looking at the little guy who was pale and even bit his lips, Ye Jinghua's eyes flashed with distress, and touched her forehead: "What a silly girl."

Su Qiao was sure. After his three roast chickens did not run, he closed his eyes unknowingly and fell asleep deeply.

Ye Jinghua stared at her for a while, helped her to cover her with the quilt, and turned to the side hall.

As soon as he entered, Xun Feng flew in from the window.

A face with no expression, at this moment a solemn look: "Master, she..."

Looking at Miss Na Su’s appearance, it was obvious that she was in the cup.

Night Jinghua stood at the window with her hands in her hands, looking in the direction of Fengqi Palace, with a cold smile on her face:

"Oh, it seems that the king's guess was correct. The cup that the king took more than three years ago was indeed from our good empress."

(End of this chapter)