Yue Gong pretended to be surprised.

"What happened?"

"Yes! So little master, I can't serve you first. You can take more responsibility. Now the servants who serve in front of the mansion are waiting at the door of His Royal Highness's bedroom!"

"Oh...How about Lord Bangjun?"

The little male slave said anxiously that he didn't know yet. Everyone was very anxious. He only knew that Fangjun had lost blood, but he didn't know what Fangjun's disease was because the imperial doctor had not come yet.

Yue Gong let go of the male slave and said that he had nothing to do and asked him to go and do it quickly.

After the male slave left, Yue Gong hid in the door, leaned against the door, with a slightly curled mouth.

He looked straight ahead.

"It's all they owe me..."

He took a deep breath, put on his coat, patted his face, and rushed out of the door.

He pretended to be very anxious and planned to find Cui Ruoheng first.

Let’s talk about Huai Ling, she hugged Jintang on the bed in the bedroom.

Huailing leaned against the wall, Jintang leaned against Huailing's arms, and her lower body was covered with a quilt.

Jintang's face was also covered with white powder, and even her tender red mouth was applied.

In this way, Jintang looks pale, fragile and powerless.

Huai Ling felt distressed when she saw it.

She lit Jintang's little mouth.

"Luckily you just pretended to be sick. If you were really sick, I would definitely not be able to stand it."

Jintang was a little angry.

His waist is sore and Huai Ling favored him again last night.

He felt that he was not as sick as himself.

You can escape the disaster of favor.

So, the aphrodisiac in Huailing's body became weaker and weaker, and he only made trouble for half a night last night.

But it also made him very tired.

The key is that Huai Ling was not honest after falling asleep and pulled his hair away!

The little hand was not light or heavy, and he actually pulled down a strand directly, which made him so angry that the man's hair could not fall off at will, let alone so much of it fell out at once.

But when Jintang wanted to beat Huailing, she saw her blushing and she was reluctant to leave her.

He could only kiss her little face heavily to express his anger.

At this moment, Jintang's hand hiding in the quilt pinched Huailing's arm hard.

"Next time I fall asleep, I will pull my hair away, and I will shave it for you directly!"

"Hell...Oh, Tang Baoer, wake up this morning, don't you say you have no strength? I think you have a lot of strength..."

"You still said? There is someone in the room!"

As he was talking, Su Yuezhi came in.

The male slave in the room used pig blood. After mixing it in the basin, it was brought to the door and let the male slave outside take it out.

The one outside has the most scenes.

He started to cry after receiving the basin.

"Zhu Tang, oh, my Zhu Tang, this blood is bleeding... How can this be good? How can this person bear so much blood..."

Then Huailing picked up a teacup.

Stumbled towards the door.

"A bunch of waste, why are you crying? Your lord is not dead yet!"

Then Huailing threw down all the teacups on the table.

I had to fall again, but I couldn't find anything, so I smashed the pillow on the bed.

Jintang curled his lips, got up and bit Huai Ling's little mouth, and rubbed it.

He whispered: "That's my pillow..."

"I'll give you a soft golden silk pillow, it's better."

"No, I want yours, it smells like you~"

As there was movement outside, Jintang quickly lay down.

Let Cui Ruoheng say it first.

"Your Highness, can I come in? I brought Yue Gong's servant to take a look because I was very worried about Brother Jintang."

He said again: "We are all from men's families, so it's more convenient to serve our brother."

Huai Ling sighed: "No need to come in, the room is full of blood and energy, waiting outside."

She finally waited until Yue Gong appeared.

Huai Ling went out with anxiety between her eyebrows.

Yue Gong squeezed over and asked anxiously: "Your Highness, is Lord Bangjun...Is it Luo Xi?"

Lost joy?!

It's just that the child is gone...

Huai Ling paused.

Yue Gong was looking forward to Jintang meeting happiness, and then the child was gone?

Huai Ling said: "Yue Gong, I haven't said anything about illness yet. How do you know it's Luo Xi?"

"Ah...ah, I'm a man who has been married after all, and I can still tell a little bit."

Huailing said in his heart, OK, it turns out that you want this princess to lose her son and grandson.

Think about it carefully, Su Yuezhi said that the medicine that bait is ventilated.

If Jintang meets happiness, there is no Gu insect in it.

Isn’t that the most taboo thing about ventilation?

This is also the reason for Na Yan's diarrhea.

Even more, it is very likely that he gave himself aphrodisiac medicine.

Because frequent favoritism will also be bad for the health, which will lead to joy.

All of them are now explained!

Yue Gong...is poisonous enough.

But Huai Ling did not reveal it, but said, "Since you can't say this to others. The joy is still there, so I'm saved."

Yue Gong shivered and looked back at the blood in the pot.

Some doubts.

"So much blood, still saved?"

"Yes, Yuyi Su has excellent medical skills and has saved it, but this matter cannot be told to the public, for fear of being unlucky."

"Oh...I understand. I understand."

Yue Gong was not at ease. He was puzzled. How could this child be protected with so much blood?

Why is it saved?

He turned around, lowered his head, and his expression was hidden under his hair.

Huailing patted his shoulder.

"Yue Gong, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, nothing, I and the second-class servant Cui Ruoheng want to go in and serve you."

Huailing said no need.

The smell of blood inside was very bad, afraid of hitting them.

"Go back and recite sutras and Buddha's name and pray for blessings to the Side Lord."

"yes……"

After Cui Ruoheng and Yuegong left, Huai Ling laughed.

He also met joy, but he thought far enough.

Huai Ling spat, trotted back to the bedroom, and jumped into the bed when he went in.
To be continued...