The Snake King Chasing His Wife: Black-bellied Little Mengfei

Wan'er, do you know how much I miss you?

Closing his eyes and opening them again, Ling Aojue has recovered his composure. This woman's appearance is really strange. The woman in front of him is not his Wan'er. Since she intends to pretend to be Wan'er and approach him, naturally he can't be so kind as to send her away?

Thinking of this, Ling Aojue glanced at Dai Mi, then said to Zhan Yang behind him, "Place her in Zhuqing Palace temporarily."

"Yes."

Zhan Yang asked someone to carry Dai Mi to Zhuqing Palace, because of this episode, Ling Aojue changed his pace and walked back to his own bedroom.

Zhan Yang quickly returned to Ling Aojue's side.

Ling Aojue raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said with a half-smile, "Zhan Yang, what do you think about this matter?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I think this matter is not simple, and the woman is most likely sent by the Queen Mother."

"Oh? How did you know?" Ling Aojue lifted his lips into a bloody smile, couldn't they bear it?

Then he doesn't mind accompanying them, just have fun.

"The timing of her appearance was too coincidental, and, that day, someone deliberately distracted the subordinates."

"Zhanyang, I found that your brain is getting better and better."

"Your Majesty's absurd praise for not daring to dare."

"When will you learn to fly, and dare to play tricks with me? Well, go down and find out the background of that woman."

"Yes, this subordinate is going!"

Ling Aojue looked out of the window with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, got up and walked towards Qingyi's bedroom again.

Due to several days of sleepless nights, Qing Yi is now not only unconscious, but also has a low-grade fever. Xiao Mei anxiously walks around in front of the bed. The doctor has come to see her, but she doesn't seem to be getting better.

She is the lowest level snake demon, she can only become a human, but she doesn't know any witchcraft, let alone use witchcraft to cure diseases or something.

"Princess, the king was injured and fell down. Why did you also fall ill? How can you call me a servant?" Xiaomei grabbed her hair and wanted to scream loudly. It would be great if Xiaozhu was here. Xiaozhu must have a solution .

Xiaomei was anxious here, when suddenly the person on the bed let out a slight distress, Xiaomei was taken aback, and excitedly called out, "Princess, princess, are you awake? How do you feel?"

"Xiaomei, where's uncle? Why am I here?" Qing asked with a hoarse voice, twisting her face.

She is very uncomfortable now, with a headache, and dizzy, her whole body is hot, and her throat is sore. She wants to sit up, but just as her little hand is supported on the bed, there is a prickling pain in her wrist.

"Princess, be careful, your hand was cut, and you still have a fever!" Xiaomei was anxious, and rushed forward to help Qingyi up.

Sitting on the bed, Qing Yi showed a sweet smile, "Xiaomei, it's just a minor illness. I'm going to see uncle. Uncle hasn't woken up all this time. I'm so worried about him."

As soon as Qing spoke, she got up, and Xiaomei rubbed her hands back and forth, not knowing how to stop her, when she heard a deep and magnetic voice from outside the door, "Xiaoxiao, are you inside?"

Ah, it's uncle!

As soon as Qing heard this familiar voice, Shui Ling's eyes suddenly burst into a bright light, just about to run out, but remembering the injury on his hand, he immediately took half a step back.

Last time, when she was injured, the uncle was very angry. He beat up Xiaozhu and Xiaomei until their skins were torn to pieces. He also wanted to drive Xiaozhu and Xiaomei out and stop letting them take care of her.