The Playful Queen: The Evil King's Favorite

Chapter 87 Murong Jinxian is sick
"Stop!" Beiming Shaoxiao chased out of the door and was stopped by Mo Qi who came slowly.

Shaoyuan paused for a moment, then jumped up, and flew out of the spot with ease.

"Shaoyuan." Seeing him go, Beiming Shaoxiao also wanted to catch up with Qinggong, but was held back by Mo Qi.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Mo Qi kept a strict face, and said rigidly like never before: "He is your concubine, and the one inside will be your young prince, can't you even tell the difference? Now you should go to the king's house." Junna, Mrs. Wang asked Prime Minister Qiu to come forward and talk about it."

Beiming Shaoxiao looked very impatient, but he gestured helplessly: "What is this all about? I only know that he is my brother from childhood, or a little friend I rescued. As for Murong Jinxian, he It's just a friend I met once, brothers are in trouble, and Shaoyuan is so angry, can I not comfort you?"

Mo Qi frowned: "Then why did your mother and I let you and Shaoyuan have a happy event, and you don't agree?"

"It's two different things, hey, I won't talk to you anymore." Beiming Shaoxiao hurriedly went to find Shaoyuan.

"Two different things? Can you sort out your own feelings? Look at you, you don't know who you like, you don't know who to choose, but in the name of a brother, you give hope and disappointment to this child Shaoyuan. Think about it, think about it." Your current affairs." Mo Qi let go of her hand, turned and left.

Beiming Shaoxiao's butterfly fan-like eyelashes covered his eyes, lowered his eyelids slightly, clenched his hands, and looked in a trance.

I gave Shaoyuan hope?Another disappointment?who do I like?Who shall I choose again?
"Axi!" With a low growl, I raised my head with a headache thinking about it, and I wanted to be quiet.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Qiu Shui looked at her worriedly.

"It's okay." No wonder!
Beiming Shaoxiao looked back to look at the door, but he didn't see Murong Jinxian coming out.

"Murong Jinxian? What are you doing in there? You won't come out for a long time, that's my king's room."

There was no response.

"Hello? You're not dead, are you? At least let me squeak." Bei Ming shouted in bewilderment.

Still no response.

"Damn it! This guy didn't have a heart attack and collapsed inside, did he? Does he have a heart attack?" Bei Mingshao smiled and ran into the room.

"Touch!" As soon as she entered, the door was closed by an internal force, and Murong Jinxian sat on the bed with sweat profusely.

"Brother Jinxian, are you alright?" Bei Mingshao smiled at his sickness, and was really startled.

"It's okay." Murong Jinxian closed his eyes and replied vaguely.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Beiming Shaoxiao cautiously stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder. With this light pat, the corners of Murong Jinxian's thin red lips were bloodshot.

"Why? I didn't hit hard!" Bei Ming smiled and became at a loss.

"Come here, tell the imperial physician." Beiming Shaoxiao shouted nervously.

"No." Murong Jinxian pulled her sleeve, and said with difficulty.

"You look like you are half dead, don't you? Don't want anything, be obedient." Bei Mingshao smiled hurriedly, got up and wanted to call someone outside again.

"Xiao'er..." Murong Jinxian pulled her to sit beside the bed.

"Why?" Bei Mingshao smiled, his expression seemed to say, 'You are going to die, why are you so famous?Do you want to live! '

Murong Jinxian's pale face looked a little haggard, her thin lips were red but pale, she curled her lips into a smile, and said in a tired and ethereal voice: "I am already very happy to see you worrying about me, I am An old ailment that no one can heal."

Beiming Shaoxiao was a little unnatural at what he said, and raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid that you will die in my Ranxi Palace and be regarded as an enemy by the people of Xihuang. I don't want to lie down and get shot. Why are you talking so much nonsense! Be honest and wait, if you don’t get a doctor, how can you know that you can’t be cured.”

"Chunhua, Xiayue, Qiushui, Donggu, hello! Is there anyone?" Beiming Shaoxiao who shouted became a little irritable, and simply rushed to the door.

The door is empty, there is no one there.

"Where are all these girls going?" Beiming Shaoxiao wondered.

Turning around, he saw Murong Jinxian's expression became a little unclear, and he became worried again, and said to Murong Jinxian, "Hold on, I'll find the imperial physician for you."

After the words fell, Beiming Shaoxiao stepped lightly, and flew towards the Tai Hospital at an extremely fast speed.

When flying past the imperial study room, Bei Mingshao smiled and his eyes lit up, and saw a man dressed as an imperial doctor there giving the imperial husband a pulse.

Beiming Shaoxiao was eager to save people, so he fell in front of Huang Guifu and others without hesitation.

Mrs. Huang was obviously taken aback: "Second Highness?"

Beiming smiled and ignored the royal husband, and stretched out his hand to grab the imperial doctor next to him, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Mrs. Huang Guifu and others were dumbfounded, but no one could react to this.

The maid at the side trembled and said: "Your Majesty, what should we do? Has the prince noticed something? She took the young master away."

"Shut up!" The royal lady stared at the empty sky, and hurriedly said: "Follow me to find Your Majesty."

"Yes." The palace people responded.

Mrs. Huang hurried to look for Bei Minglin.

……

"My lord, what do you mean?" The imperial doctor hugged Beiming Shaoxiao's waist.

"Let go." Bei Ming stared at him with a small smile.

"My lord, I, I'm afraid." The imperial doctor said with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Beiming Shaoxiao grabbed the man's collar by the back with one hand, and lifted him up like a chicken. This time, she was about to be embraced by a person who was 'afraid of death'.

Beiming Shaoxiao really didn't see that even if he was dead, he glanced at him coldly and endured him for a moment.

"Crack!" Beiming Shaoxiao led him to the ground, "Let go."

The imperial doctor blinked innocently: "Chen, your legs are weak."

"I..." I slap you to death.

Beiming Shaoxiao lowered his raised hand, because Murong Jinxian still needs to be diagnosed and treated.

The imperial doctor looked up with a handsome face, and smiled happily: "What is the prince wanting to do here?"

"Save people, let's go." Beiming Shaoxiao replied violently, then got up and walked into the hall.

Xuan Yi is sending internal energy to Murong Jinxian.

Beiming Shaoxiao walked over, watched quietly, and asked, "How's it going?"

Xuan Yi didn't open his eyes, but just replied indifferently: "My lord's old illness has relapsed."

"What's wrong with him?" Bei Ming asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Commissioner, take a look." The imperial doctor stepped forward and directly felt Murong Jinxian's pulse.

"How's it going?" Bei Ming asked with a smile as he watched him feel his pulse for so long.

The imperial doctor looked up at Beiming and smiled slightly, and said, "From the pulse condition, there is nothing serious, but I just used the internal force to test it, and it feels as if his blood was destroyed by the extremely cold internal force, so the internal force sprints in his body from time to time, so that he can't get rid of it." That appears to be the case.”

Xuan Yi withdrew his internal strength, smiled at Beiming and added: "Young master is right. My prince was attacked by a lotus girl in Tianshan six years ago, so it would happen every few days. Last time, young king, you In distress, it happened to be snowing, the prince looked for you everywhere regardless of safety, and within a few days, he came to propose marriage..."

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