Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Why did that little fool ran out? Didn't the Xiang family always hold her firmly?

It’s not even the other place, but the Drunken Immortal House of Uncle Ten...

Yu Wenhong faintly felt a little uneasy.

In the morning, the secret guard reported back, saying that the ten emperors had visited the General's Mansion this morning and did not know what Xiang Zhong had talked about.

Now, Xiang Xing, a key part of his plan, went to Zuixianlou to eat somehow.

Here, will there be some connection...

The more Yu Wenhong thought about it, the more he felt bad.

He paused, finally stood up, and urgently ordered: "Stop driving the Drunken Immortal Tower, I want to see it myself!"

"According to the purpose!"

...

When Xiang Zhonghuo hurried back to Zuixianlou, Xiang Xing was already lying in the guest room of Zuixianlou.

He passed the Yuwenyin who was not hurriedly drinking tea outside, and rushed directly to the bed behind the screen.

I saw that although my daughter's face was pale, she was in cold sweat... but she didn't have anything to eat badly in her stomach, such as abdominal pain and vomiting.

Even, even holding a silver wire roll there to nibble...

Even the Mingyue with brilliant medical skills in the Royal Palace of Yin just clasped his chest beside the bed, looking out the window leisurely.

Xiang Zhong couldn't understand a bit.

He was about to ask what was going on, but suddenly heard the familiar drake voice calling from behind him.

"The emperor is here!"

"Wow!"

Hearing the call, Xiang Xing immediately bent down and vomited towards the copper basin next to the bed.

After spitting out all the silver coils that had just filled his mouth, he began to groan and lay on the bed, tumbling and wailing.

Mingyue also moved immediately, squatting down to catch the pulse of the little guy, looking like a serious diagnosis and treatment.

Soon, Yu Wenhong led a large group of imperial physicians into the room.

Except for Yuwenyin, everyone in the room hurriedly knelt down to ask for peace: "Respectfully please Shengan!"

"...Xing'er, are you okay!"

Yu Wenhong didn't pay any attention to this group of people, with a worried expression on his face, and wanted to rush directly behind the screen.

The next moment, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, raising his hand slightly, blocking his way.

"emperor,"

Yuwenyin smiled with red lips, squinted her narrow phoenix eyes, and said lightly, "The little princess is undergoing treatment. There is a difference between men and women. You should avoid it."

"... She is my imperial sister, what else can you do!"

Yu Wenhong was a little short of breath.

Wanting to break through, but as if he was aware of something, he couldn't help but lightly frowned and glanced at Yu Wenyin sideways.

With a low laugh, "Uncle Emperor, you and Xing'er should have never lived before, so why are you here?"

"The little princess had eaten his stomach in the king's Zuixianlou, and such a disturbance has occurred. As the employer of the Zuixianlou, this king has to care about and be responsible, right?"

Yuwenyin responded, suddenly raised his hand slightly, covered his mouth and sneered.

His eyes were deep, "It's you, the emperor. This little princess has only become ill for half an hour, and you came with General Xiang... It's really intentional."

In a word, Yu Wenhong trembled suddenly, and quickly turned his eyes away.

Uncle Huang's words are afraid that he is questioning his secret connection with Xiang Jia.

At this critical moment, he can't give the emperor's uncle a kick so that he has the opportunity to take these things again and make a big fuss in front of his relatives and clan...

Yuwen Hong thought for a while, but could only give a dry laugh, and explained:

"Uncle Emperor, you also know that today is the day of my palace banquet to thank General Xiang for his martial arts, and everything in this family is naturally the top priority today."