So itchy...

It also feels like a needle prick... a burning pain...

Wan Yun, who was in a daze from sleep, couldn't help but frown, and as soon as his hand was freed, he slipped out of the Xian Wang's palm and went straight to his face.

"Hey!" The wise king with quick eyes and quick hands flicked his white sleeves, and her disobedient little paw was returned to his palm again.

Liang Yeqian warned her, she pricked the red sore, and then applied such a thick layer of plaster, itching and pain were unavoidable. If she didn't want to leave scars, she had to control her hands first. As for how

No matter what, this is not something that the medical fairy can worry about.

"For you, I can't be distracted for a moment." The wise king said in a low voice, as if he was speaking to her, but also as if he was speaking to himself. A pair of deep eyes were full of smiles as they flew under the handsome eyebrows on the temples.

.

A moment ago, he almost lost her. But at this moment, she was lying beside him quietly, sleeping lightly and breathing sweetly.

The beautiful warmth of a dream and the joy of regaining something make everything seem so precious.

"It's so itchy... so uncomfortable..." Wan Yun was still murmuring in her sleep. The burning and slight pain on her face made her instinctively stretch out her hand to scratch. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her wish, and she couldn't help but feel pain on her forehead.

She broke out in a thin sweat: "It hurts to scratch..."

"Can't scratch." The Xian Wang restrained Wan Yun's hands with one hand, and the other hand went around her neck, patted her shoulder softly, and hummed in her ear like a coaxing child: "It's not uncomfortable.

Ah, it will pass if you endure it..."

Feng Li, who was standing by the bed and acting as a temporary maid, turned her head and looked at the sky consciously, thinking silently in her heart: This is not the prince, this is not the prince, this is not the prince...

"You're lying." Wan Yun clearly wasn't awake yet, but still curled up his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "I endured it... but it's still itchy... itchy..."

"What about this?" The wise king leaned down and blew gently on her face, which was covered with yellow plaster.

The dignified third prince of the Yingluo Kingdom was reduced to a free electric fan in front of everyone, and it was specially designed for the underage child Mu Wanyun who was restless and clamoring to scratch his face in his sleep.

The cool wind blew against my face, just the right amount of neither slowness nor briskness. Being blown by him like this, the burning tingling sensation on Wan Yun's face subsided a lot.

"Well..." The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was enjoying herself. But in the blink of an eye, she fell asleep again.

Such a fuss was extremely painful for a wise king. In order to let her sleep peacefully, he did not dare to relax for a moment. Whenever she frowned, the Mo Qianran brand electric fan would immediately come forward with understanding and help her.

She sent a cool breeze with a hint of warmth.

"Your Majesty, how about I come?" Feng Li, who had always been the master, couldn't stand it any longer, so he turned around and made a gesture to come forward.

Hearing this, the wise king turned his head and glanced at him - Joke, are you capable of doing this job?

The person watching just glanced casually, and the one who was looked at suddenly stiffened up and sweated profusely. He shut up obediently and stepped back. The temporary maid supported the wall fiercely and plaintively, thinking silently in her heart: This is the prince, this is the prince, this is the talent.

It's the prince...

Seeing the two masters and servants going back and forth, Liang Ye, who was sitting on the chair with an awe-inspiring expression, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He covered his mouth and snickered: "The prince and his wife are really in love. They don't use human hands to give medicine.

It hurts, itches, and it still wheezes. There are very few men in the world who are as affectionate as the ocean."

It is indeed rare to find a century-old vinegar jar with strong possessiveness.

"Excuse me." The Xian King turned his head and smiled elegantly at Liang Ye, "Seeing that Mr. Liang got into trouble, Mr. Liang took him in so eagerly. I can see that Mr. Liang is also a rare lover.

, I wonder if I guessed wrong?"

The general meaning is, I can see that you like Lin Bicheng, so don't be embarrassed and just admit it...

Feng Li, who was standing beside Gong Li, couldn't help but shudder. Whether a conspiracy event starts or not usually depends on when the prince shows that courteous fox smile.

But just now, he seemed to be smiling like that...

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood." Liang Ye didn't realize that he had fallen into the trap of the wise king, "I really regard Diachi as my sister, not the kind of person who sells dog meat on her head. Besides, Diachi already has a fiancé, even if I

It’s all in vain if you have the intention.”

Very good, I took the bait obediently.

"Oh?" The Xian Wang said in surprise: "Hai Chi has a fiancé? When did it happen?"

"It's the fingertips for marriage."

When it came to Xi'an's marriage, Liang Ye felt that one was bigger than the other. "If it weren't for the small bag that Xi'an carried with her that contained a blood-stamped marriage certificate, I probably wouldn't have known about it until now."

Fortunately, Peipei's memory was sometimes so bad that he couldn't even recognize words, otherwise he wouldn't have held up the marriage certificate and begged him to translate it.

"Listen to Mr. Liang's tone, she..." Mo Qianran trailed off and didn't finish the sentence for a long time, as if he was waiting for Liang Ye's supplement.

"Hey." Liang Ye's head got even bigger when he mentioned Diao Qi's condition. "Your Majesty doesn't know something. Dia Qi has a strange amnesia. Her memory is good and bad. Sometimes what happened in the last moment will also happen in the next moment.

I have completely forgotten... Therefore, regarding the incident of Madam's poisoning, please bear in mind that you and I were old acquaintances, so don't be too strange."

"Of course." A smile flashed across the corners of the Xian Wang's lips.

Let Yun'er go to hell for nothing, why don't you think that I will blame you too much?

impossible!

"I wonder who Diapi's future husband is? A man who is worthy of Sanshu's poisonous poppy is probably not an ordinary person..." The wise king changed the subject calmly.

"Speaking of this, Liang Ye also wants to boldly ask the prince for something."

"But it's okay to say it."

"Um..." Liang Ye glanced at Lin Bichang, who was sleeping heavily on the wooden chair next to him. He suddenly stood up and bowed to Mo Qianran: "To be honest, the whereabouts of Bicchi's fiancé are still unknown. Liang Ye saw

The prince and Bi Chi are old acquaintances, so I boldly asked the prince for help on Bi Chi’s behalf to find the heartless man in Yingluo territory."

A country is so big, if he and Zi Qi alone were to find Xuanyuan Ling Yun, it would be a matter of years and months.

The Xian Wang smiled lightly, as if he didn't hear him. He leaned down and breathed gently at Wan Yun. When the wrinkles between her brows disappeared, he straightened up and put his hands in his sleeves leisurely.

.

"Name, characteristics, background."

So, he agreed? Liang Ye was overjoyed!

Then he was very sad: "I don't know anything else, I only know my name." There was no way, there were only so many words written in the marriage certificate.

"Feng Li." The wise king gave an evil smile.

"Yes." The temporary maid Feng Li obediently took over the pen and paper.
Chapter completed!