Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 888 Sons and Daughters (129)

Chen'er was well informed, so he naturally knew what was going on.He said calmly, "It's okay, Xi'er is spoiled by her father for being too daring, she deserves to suffer a little bit."

Yiyun stared, "Your Majesty, do you know what's going on? I asked Xi'er several times, but she refused to tell."

Chen'er was amused in her heart, it turns out that the imperial sister is also a person who is afraid?Thinking about Sikong Mingkong's serious face, an unreliable idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

He pursed his lips and thought.

Yi Yun gently pushed him, "Your Majesty, what's going on?"

"It's okay, the imperial physician told me that it will be fine tomorrow." Chen'er comforted her, "You are pregnant, so don't worry too much."

Yiyun pursed her lips, still worried.

But she has nothing to do, Xi'er is stubborn, if she suffers like this now, there are not many times.If it is true as what Chen'er said, it would be good to just calm down.

She really didn't think much about it.

She was six months pregnant, and had given birth to two big fat boys in a row before. The imperial doctor checked the pulse, and this is still the prince.Chen'er really wants a princess, so she has to keep working hard.

……

Bingquan Palace, Xi'er hasn't slept yet, whoops.

Qiaoyan stood by the side worriedly, still muttering, "Princess, the imperial doctor said that you are in good health, and you will be fine tomorrow."

"If you have a good physique, you'll get better soon?" Xi'er raised her head suspiciously.

"That's right, if the imperial doctor said that you are not in good health, it might take ten days." Qiaoyan didn't know what she had eaten outside, "Miss Yiyun said that she would go to the Thousand Buddha Temple to offer incense to you, and it is also possible that the Bodhisattva will appear. Get well."

cut.

Xi'er was raised by Chu Sijiu's education and did not believe in these ghostly words.

Sikong Mingkong's hard tendons flashed in his mind, this cold guy must have better physique than hers, so wouldn't he be fine in a day?

Beat the bed board fiercely, it's a loss, it's a loss for the princess.

Qiaoyan didn't know how irritated she was, so she looked at her worriedly, "Princess, what's wrong with you?"

"No, this princess is very comfortable." Xi'er gritted her teeth and said, Sikong Mingkong, I will make you fall into a big fall.

On the second day, Xi'er really got better, except that her face was still a little pale, but her waist was straightened.

The two sisters made an appointment to come to the palace to see her.

"Xi'er, why did you have diarrhea?" Dongfang Weiwei was blunt and her throat was loud, "I heard from my brother that you fell into Sikong Mingkong's tricks?"

Xi'er wanted to save face, she half raised her head and refused to admit it, "How could it be possible, only that cold guy got my way, how could it be possible that I got his way?!"

"Come on, don't be so stubborn. When my father and mother were chatting, I overheard you. You got him with laxatives first, but he returned it." Yiyun blatantly exposed her.

Xi'er snorted, "That's because I keep my word, otherwise the play will be over after a while."

Dongfang Weiwei is extremely defensive, "I told my two elder brothers that they can be included in the appointment."

Yiyun looked a little hesitant, "Are you really going to make an appointment?"

Xi'er pointed her finger at her forehead, repeatedly, "Have you been drunk by Mingzhao? You lost your bearings at the critical moment."

Yiyun puffed his cheeks, and said angrily, "Sikong Mingkong's kung fu is unfathomable, and he has the entire hidden guard as his backing. Let's make an appointment with him? Have you ever thought about the end?"

Dongfang Weiwei frowned, "It's true, my two brothers are not enough for him to fight. The one who can fight him is brother Zixuan, drink your brother out."

That hearty energy, if you don't fight, you won't be revolutionized.

Xi'er waved her hand, and said in a deep thought, "Sikong's family is too close to the empress, Brother Chen won't let us make an appointment. At most, we will ask him out in the name of learning kung fu."

"Yes, let's learn kung fu." Dongfang Weiwei nodded vigorously.

Yiyun frowned, "Brother Zixuan may not be able to beat him."

Xi'er rolled her eyes at him, "You stand right, godfather, the number one master in Yangzhou mainland, can his son be a coward? We must overthrow that cold guy."

So happy to decide.

The Huguohou's Mansion started.

……

Shui Zixuan, the only son of the Ice God, is 19 years old this year, and his image and temperament are exactly the same as Shui Hanbing when he was young.His temperament is cold, but his heart is not cold, and his relationship with Xi'er is especially good.The most unbearable is Xi'er acting softly with him.

"Brother Zixuan, it's just a competition of kung fu."

Shui Zixuan had long heard that Sikong Mingkong was powerful, so he suddenly mentioned it and was also interested.However, if it's really a competition, it's fine. Now, is it appropriate?

He hesitated and didn't know what to do?

Yiyun rushed over, "I agree, my dear father agrees that you and Sikong Ming will fight in the air."

Shui Zixuan was slightly startled, "Agreed?"

Yiyun straightened her position and replied loudly, "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can ask yourself."

The God of Ice is also a protector. Hearing that Xi'er had been dragged by Sikong Mingkong for two days, he felt unhappy, so what about a fight? !
Oh.

On the second day, invitations for the discussion were placed on Sikong Mingkong's table.

He frowned, holding the post in silence.

Sikong Liubai had also heard about this incident, and came over with a smile, "Mingkong, you dare to teach Princess Xi a lesson, so it's no wonder you accepted this discussion post."

Sikong Mingkong didn't speak, his eyelashes drooped slightly, thoughtful.

Originally, he thought that Princess Xi was not upright in her work, that she was being treacherous and would not drink the potion.I didn't expect her to be really stubborn, did she really drink? !

It's just that the little temper is still there, hey, after two days, he came to provoke this competition.

Shui Zixuan is the real son of the number one master in the Yangzhou Continent. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his kung fu is very strong.Being able to fight against him will benefit a lot even if he loses.

Just let the little fox read the joke, and it will probably be a good laugh for a few days.In front of Sikong Mingkong's eyes floated Xi'er's exquisite little face, with a wrinkled little nose and raised eyebrows triumphantly.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips.

"Do you want to fight?"

Sikong Liubai also wanted to watch this excitement.

"Why not fight?" Sikong Mingkong lazily leaned back in his chair, "It's not always possible to compete with top players."

……

Three days later.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the eyes are full of yellow leaves.

The two made an appointment to learn martial arts at Qinggu Peak, thirty miles outside the North City.

It's really not that they want to pretend, but that there are too many onlookers who have heard the news, and Sikong Mingkong is a secret guard, so it is inconvenient to show his face.

Only choose Qinggu Peak, which is easy to defend and check.

On the day when he received the welcome post, Shui Zixuan went out of the city.

How could Xi'er miss this martial arts competition, so she deliberately went to live in the Marquis of Huguo's Mansion, and the three little sisters got up before dawn, one person and one horse, and went straight to Qinggu Peak.

Along the way, I saw a lot of dandies in Yecheng, and I don't know where they got the information from, so they all ran away.

The guards at the bottom of Qinggu Peak were sent by the dark guards, they were friendly and let them go up.

The mountain peak is quite high, one or two... ten or twenty of them climbed up to the competition site on the top of the mountain.

Mo Deren ah?

This group of people treated it as an outing, and they were not in a hurry, chatting in small groups, waiting for the arrival of the Great God.

An hour later, Sikong Mingzhao and Yun Che came up.

　There are still [-] words, how can I end more beautifully?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)