Xi Penghe shook his head in admiration, which made the queen furious.

"Brother!"

Only then did he realize that he had lost his composure and quickly lowered his head to prepare the medicine.

"I will continue to prepare the medicine...dispensing the medicine!"

The queen felt uncertain and stood up with a roll of her sleeves: "You stay here to take care of the prince, and I will go to the emperor to see if he can do anything!"

Xipeng He responded with a smile, watched him leave, then shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"Junior sister, junior sister, if you could control your son on weekdays and let him make fewer enemies, he wouldn't be poisoned now and don't even know who did it!"

He had long heard that the prince was domineering and arrogant.

It was completely reasonable that something happened to him, but I didn't expect that such a fatal incident would happen as soon as it happened.

Xi Penghe muttered and put the pill under the prince's tongue. He had no idea that there was another person in this room.

Teleporting forward, Ling Luoyu looked down at the motionless prince,

Those whom she, the King of Hell, wants to kill will never be allowed to be revived.

The prince tried to kill her over and over again, and even hired assassins of the Xuanhuang level at all costs, hoping to make her die without a burial place.

Such people cannot be left here.

If he doesn't die, she will die one day.

This man named Xipenghe did have two brushes, but the medicine he prepared was useless against her poison.

Prince, I can't survive tomorrow's noon.

When she turned around and was about to leave, she heard Xipenghe muttering to himself: "Apprentice, apprentice, have you found Shenhuang Feiyu... If you can't find it again, the prince will really be hopeless!"

Divine Glory Feathers?!

What is it?!

No matter what it is, as long as it can save the prince's life, it belongs to her!

——

Dingfeng Teahouse.

The largest teahouse in Beijing.

In the elegant room named Chen on the second floor, Feng Chenglin walked around like his butt was on fire.

With a "squeak" sound, Ling Luoyu pushed the door open and entered.

When he saw her, Feng Chenglin rushed towards her as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

"Third Young Master, it's bad, something happened..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly raised his foot and kicked him on the chest, outside his body: "Damn fat man, remember... three meters away!"

"It's so urgent, how can you still be in a mood three meters away!" Feng Chenglin said angrily: "Something happened to the prince..."

Ling Luoyu felt like needles pricking him: "Something happened to the prince?!"

Feng Chenglin's face was so bitter that he could squeeze out the bitter melon juice: "Yes!"

"Whatever happens to the prince...is none of your business?!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Ling Luoyu instantly regained his composure and glared at him with disdain.

"Damn fat man! What happened to the prince, are you so excited? Those who didn't know better thought that something happened to you!"

"Hiss!" Furball matched the atmosphere and shouted twice at Feng Chenglin.

Feng Cheng Lin Huoda: "What the hell are you hissing? If you hiss again, your hair will be torn off!"

Feeling threatened, the hair all over Maoqiu's body suddenly stood up and he rushed towards Feng Chenglin.

Ling Luo Yuhao's wrist sank, and with quick eyes and hands, he grabbed the furball's tail and pulled it back.

"Just stay there..."

She pushed a plate of dried fruits to Furball and pushed it aside.

"You asked me out just to talk about this?"

Feng Chenglin's butt felt as if needles were pricking him, and he couldn't sit down at all.

"Third Young Master, something happened to the prince... Do you think anyone would suspect that we were responsible?"

Ling Luo Yuyun poured herself a cup of tea calmly, raising her eyebrows and squinting: "What happened to the prince... was it you who did it?"

"no!"

"Then you suspect that I did it?"

"No!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Then what are you scared of?
Chapter completed!