Chapter 3

The next day.

Xue Qingyinlai pretended to be sick in the bed.

Try to put it to the end.

He Songning came to hear the sound.

"I'm sick again?" he asked in a heavy tone.

Xue Qingyin covered her head, like a silkworm cocoon.

She replied in a muffled voice: "Ah."

"It can be seen that the doctors invited in the mansion are all good things." He Songning said unhappily, "It's time to hire an imperial doctor."

The maid sighed, "How can the imperial doctor invite him? Unless the master goes to ask His Majesty in person. But when he hears this, he is afraid that the girl will blame him for being spoiled."

He Songning said lightly: "The King of Wei is deeply favored by His Majesty, and there will be an imperial doctor in the mansion. I have some friendship with the King of Wei. If Qingyin can completely eliminate the pain, I will take Qingyin to the palace with a thick face, so why bother?"

Xue Qingyin: “…”

The King of Wei has to see all the heights, right?

You have to pull this pimp, right?

"Young Master actually has a friendship with the King of Wei?" The maid said in surprise, "Young Master is so awesome. Then let's go quickly..."

Xue Qingyin came out from under the quilt.

Her soft hair was squeezing in a mess. But she was born beautiful and she only looked cute in this way.

"There are so many rules in the palace, I don't want to go."

"Then how do you stay?"

"Since my elder brother has a friendship with the King of Wei, can't I let the imperial doctor come to the mansion?"

He Songning paused.

She really dares to mention it.

Think you have such a big face?

He Songning was not angry and just said, "The King of Wei is a good person. Why not go and tell him personally that he will agree."

Just say it's a big pervert.

Xue Qingyin curled her lips secretly.

But she still showed a ignorant look on her face and said, "Okay, I'll listen to my brother."

"Can you get out of bed?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head: "I want my elder brother to carry me."

He Songning looked at her, smiled, and said, "What do you look like when you are so adult?"

After saying that, he ordered someone to carry the sedan chair and carry Xue Qingyin out of the inner courtyard.

He is worthy of being the original male protagonist.

I don't want to lose at all.

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips, but it would be fine to have a seat in a soft sedan chair.

He Songning took Xue Qingyin to the poetry meeting.

"You are always stuck in the mansion. You have nothing to do with it. Why not go out for a walk and have fun with the girls from each family?" He Songning said.

Xue Qingyin didn't say anything.

She didn't believe it and he didn't know it.

The original body has a bad reputation in the capital... The original body likes to wear gold and silver, and is full of pearls and jade, and he always pays attention to high profile wherever he goes. Other girls are always suppressed by her, and they are almost annoyed to her.

If the original body is a smart and emotional intelligence person, it would be fine. But she doesn’t know how to write poetry and prose, can’t play chess, and can’t even chat with others.

Simply put, no one wants to play with her.

Because of this, the original body cried several times at home.

But for Xue Qingyin, it’s amazing!

You don’t have to deal with others, stay at home and play with your own things, don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and don’t have to 996. You just fall asleep when you are tired of playing, and don’t have to look at other people’s faces. It’s great!

"Why don't you talk anymore? Are you angry?" He Songning's voice sounded again, "I know you look down on those noble girls..."

Xue Qingyin thought to herself that I never said this.

What a big pot.

"Today I will take you to meet a few amazing friends, are you happy?" He Songning asked.

Xue Qingyin still looked depressed and said, "Where is anyone better than you?"

Although He Songning hated Xue Qingyin's various styles, even her obsessive love was a burden to him.

But Xue Qingyin's words reached his heart.

He Songning is ambitious, and of course he thinks he is no worse than others.

"I'm much better than me." He Songning said.

Is it false or not?

Xue Qingyin twitched in her heart.

While they were talking, they had already arrived at the poetry meeting.

He Songning paused: "...King Xuan? Why did he come too?"

King Xuan.

This person didn't pay much attention to him in the early stages of the book.

It is said that he has been fighting abroad all year round, holding heavy troops, is cruel and cruel, has a strange temperament, court officials are afraid of him, and noble ladies in the capital admire him.

At this time, He Songning's biggest enemy was the King of Wei.

Because King Xuan did not fight for power.

However, in the later plot, it was suddenly revealed that he was not the old emperor's biological son, and this man began to compete for the throne and became the biggest villain.

Xue Qingyin saw this, but she hadn't finished watching it yet.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but lift the curtain of the sedan chair curiously.

"Which one is King Xuan?" she asked.

"That." He Songning pointed.

Xue Qingyin looked at it.

The man was tall, wearing a black green robe, a drooping amber crown on his head, and a long sword hung around his waist. His aura was fierce and inviolable.

He was surrounded by everyone, and everyone around him bowed to him, not daring to look up easily.

King Xuan seemed to have some awareness and suddenly looked back.

Xue Qingyin's breathing was suffocated, and a chill suddenly climbed up to her back, and her whole body shrank back unconsciously.

King Xuan... looks very beautiful.

His nose is high and his eyebrows are deep.

When he lowered his head, his long eyebrows and eyes were not as evil as He Songning, but instead had a strong evil spirit.

Xue Qingyin was afraid to look at him, so she hurriedly slid away.

Her eyes fell on the laces around his waist.

The black and golden siding belt is lightly tied, making it look narrow in waist and wide in shoulders.

At that moment, Xue Qingyin felt inexplicably that the straight waist under the robe should be extremely powerful... Cough cough.

You can't think about it randomly.

Xue Qingyin raised her face and saw that King Xuan was still looking here.

She didn't know what to express, so she simply blinked at him.

He Songning's voice sounded again: "Your Highness the King of Wei is here too."

Xue Qingyin thought to herself, don’t pretend, you clearly knew that the poetry will be run by the King of Wei.

"Down." He Songning said, "Qingyin, it's time to salute the King of Wei and King Xuan."

Xue Qingyin slowly got out of the sedan chair.

Then he looked at the King of Wei again in the voice.

The King of Wei had already walked to King Xuan.
To be continued...