But they found that his heart rate was normal and he was not sick at all. Tong Yao's face turned even redder in an instant. He quickly pulled his hand back, turned around and said, "Your Highness, you are not sick."

"I'm sick!" When Sha Qianchen saw her turning around, he frowned slightly, with a look of deep concern. He walked around to her, pointed at his heart, and changed his tone. He was not as full of melancholy as he had just been.

Instead, he said viciously: "You are the reason why I got this disease, you stinky girl."

Tong Yao raised her head sharply and saw him glaring at her condescendingly.

Although those eyes were the same as before, they were not so cold that they made her shiver or retreat.

She glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head and said, "How dare Tong Yao harm His Highness the Second Prince?"

"You don't dare to harm me, then why are you so close to him? Wu Feihuan is not a good person. You should stay away from him in the future. He is a devil. You also know that I won't say much else. Don't be so

Look at me, I'm just worried about you, nothing else."

The expression on Sha Qianchen's face became very strange. After saying these words, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

What kind of language is he talking about?

He was a little annoyed to say the last words, but the man's pride prevented him from taking back every word he had said in the past that hurt her.

A look of disappointment flashed across Tong Yao's face, and he said, "Master Wu is a very nice person, and Tong Yao will take care of it himself."

After saying that, she turned around, and the breeze blew over her face, messing up her hair and messing up her heart. Her lips instantly turned pale, and even her tightly clenched hands secretly relaxed.

, weakly walked to the alchemy room.

"Hey, hey, Your Highness hasn't finished speaking yet?" Sha Qianchen's voice sounded behind her.

Tong Yao didn't want to say anything more to Sha Qianchen. He was simply a donkey, no, even stupider than a donkey.

Angrily, Sha Qianchen threw his fist at the grape trellis. Fortunately, the trellis was strong and could withstand his blow.

The little boy came out, jumped onto the grape trellis, lowered his head, looked at Sha Qianchen, whose face was red, and asked, "Sha Qianchen, what's wrong with you?"

Sha Qianchen grabbed the grape trellis, gasped angrily, and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing, then why do you look like you are butchering your wife?" The little boy lay down on top of the grape trellis, rolled up a green leaf and turned over, facing down to Sha Qianchen below.

Sha Qianchen raised his head, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire: "Do I look like a wife-butcher?"

The corners of her mouth were raised, and a cold breath emanated from the smile on her lips.

The little boy shook his head and said: "No, no, you don't look like you want to kill your wife. You are obviously in love with her. You can't catch her. You are angry, angry or jealous. The whole garden is sour.

It’s almost killing me.”

The little one rolled on the leaves.

Sha Qianchen secretly clenched his fist and punched the grape trellis hard again.

Suddenly, the sound of "crack, crackle" came from the grape trellis, and "squeak!" and "bang!" After the shaky sound came out, the entire grape trellis collapsed instantly.

Ling Sha Qianchen was in a mess in the wind, and the little boy screamed in horror: "Ah..."

"Sha Qianchen, you're done. That was Beiming Yexuan's most beloved vineyard, and you smashed it. I'm going to report it to Beiming Yexuan."

The little one got out of the vineyard with great difficulty. At this time, the vineyard became a mess.
Chapter completed!