"Lingwan, go and find Prince Ling quickly!"

Leng Yuhan, who was in the hall, noticed the conversation between An Ruoyu and Yue Yue. He looked around the hall and found no trace of Su Shaoling, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Su Zi Xun's treasure is a little devil like Su Shaoling. If he is lost, Su Zi Xun will not be able to bear the blame on the subjects of the entire Xuan Zhao Kingdom? Then Dahuang's plan to peacefully regain Xuan Zhao will appear.

deviation?

"I won't trouble the emperor's people anymore. If the subordinates brought by Yue Yue are not doing well, it should be Yue Yue's responsibility. Before dawn, Yue Yue will definitely deliver Prince Ling to the Emperor in good condition!"

The purple figure disappeared in the blink of an eye in the palace courtyard. Leng Yuhan carried Murong Qiulian and walked to the ruins of the outer hall, laid him down on the sleeping platform, forcibly pinched Murong Qiulian's lips and teeth, and pulled out a brown

After taking the pills with the palm of his hand and giving him a few cups of tea, Leng Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in front of him, his whole body sore and limp, white sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was a little tired.[

"Your Majesty, what did you feed him?"

Taking out a handkerchief to wipe off Leng Yuhan's sweat, An Ruoyu couldn't help but asked worriedly.

"It's just a medicine that will dissipate his martial arts within a month and won't hurt his body. I don't want him to miss the important event of peace between our two countries! Ruoyu, I've left him in your care. Take good care of him and don't make any mistakes.

You are tired too, go to bed early. I

His vision went dark and his body shivered with cold. Leng Yuhan held on to the door leaf and walked out of the palace. He fainted in the arms of Chu Qianfeng who was waiting outside the door of Dexing Palace.

"Alas! You sneaked out before your fever subsided. Are you really willing to risk your life for the sake of Dahuang Kingdom? Your Majesty, don't you know that beautiful men are poisonous?"

After hugging Leng Yuhan and getting on the soft sedan, Chu Qianfeng held the woman in his arms extremely warmly.

There may soon be a noble male master in the Dahuang Palace!

Chu Qianfeng waited in front of Leng Yuhan's body all night, constantly giving medicine to Leng Yuhan, who had a high fever, and changing wet handkerchiefs to cool him down. When the sky was getting brighter, Chu Qianfeng held the hand of the fallen man,

Lying on the edge of the cave, sleepily resting his head on Leng Yuhan's palm.

Leng Yu's fever subsided and he regained consciousness. He was sweating all over his body, his lips were split and bleeding, and his voice was stuck in his throat. He looked at the teapot on the table thirsty for water. His body was as heavy as if it was filled with lead powder, and he was exhausted.

Son, I don’t even have the strength to lift or collapse.

"Don't do this again, you know?"

The movement in the palm of his hand woke up Chu Qianfeng. Chu Qianfeng caught a glimpse of Leng Yuhan looking at the teapot, stood up and fetched the tea, helped Leng Yuhan sit up, and fed him the tea.

"Um."

Nodding obediently and obeying the doctor's instructions, Leng Yuhan rarely contradicted Chu Qianfeng.

"Hey? Your Majesty is so good! It's a rare sight in a hundred years, Qian Feng is lucky."

The scene of a woman with a fever panicking for help was still swirling in Chu Qianfeng's mind. When Chu Qianfeng saw that Leng Yuhan's fever had subsided, he pinched Leng Yuhan's soft cheeks in punishment and liked the soft feeling very much.

"pain!"

After patting Chu Qianfeng's hand, Leng Yuhan really discovered that Chu Qianfeng now liked to bully him, and even took pleasure in bullying himself.

"Haha! It hurts the emperor's body, and it hurts Qian Feng's heart."

After pinching again, Chu Qianfeng lay exhausted on Leng Yuhan's lap. The woman had been sick for two days and two, and he was exhausted! [

"You talkative! Qian Feng, don't you hate me in your heart?"

The man's long hair flowed on her shirt and skirt, as soft and warm as a river. Leng Yuhan thought of Chu Qianfeng's cold and angry words before she had a fever, and asked guiltily.

"Hate? Sometimes, there is! But not much, at least not now!"

Chu Qianfeng turned around and crawled into Leng Yuhan's arms, his eyes full of thoughts, like a cat enjoying itself in its owner's arms.

"Haha, my Lord Chu is always so arrogant that people can see through it!"

Stroking Chu Qianfeng's long hair, Leng Yuhan lowered his head and took Chu Qianfeng's lips in his mouth, sucking and biting them with a faint feeling of pity.

"The emperor is in good health, but it is difficult for Qian Feng to take action!"
Chapter completed!