When they arrived at Niujia Village, Yan Xiaoyu was extremely angry. The accompanying imperial doctor untied her from the rope of the carriage, looked at the scarlet red on her chest, and sighed helplessly, "I'm afraid she is not suitable for traveling with such a trauma."
Xiao Ninglan watched from the side, holding her chin and frowning, "Is it that serious? I watched her jump from a wall more than two feet high, and she didn't fall to death..."
The imperial doctor shook his head and ordered someone to gently carry the unconscious Yan Xiaoyu in. When Aya was tied up and pushed into the stable, when she saw Yan Xiaoyu being carried, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, struggling to think.
She tried to break free from the rope, but the guard pressed her acupoints. She whimpered and gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to jump over and bite off Xiao Ninglan's neck.
Xiao Ninglan turned a blind eye to Aya's threat, stretched out her arms, looked at the empty inn and said, "I have sent news back to Beijing that the Crown Princess is ill, so she will have to rest for a few days before continuing on her journey!"
The people traveling with him this time were all Xiao Ninglan's confidants. Without further explanation, everyone immediately understood what Xiao Ninglan meant. The fate of this journey was uncertain. Leave three more days on the road and send people to explore the road ahead.
The escort down will be much smoother.
Yan Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, breathless, and her chest and body felt as if they were on fire. She slowly opened her eyes, trembling her chapped lips, "Water..."
Xiao Ninglan, who was waiting next to her, smiled coldly, approached the bed and said, "What did you say? Say it again?"
"I want water!" Yan Xiaoyu gasped weakly, moved her body slowly, and found that her whole body had been bandaged. The white bandages wrapped her around like a mummy.
Xiao Ninglan nodded, walked over, picked up the teapot, and said to Yan Xiaoyu's mouth, "Want to drink water? Then tell me, what do you want to do when you steal my things?"
Yan Xiaoyu blinked her eyes, and it took her a long time to realize that he was talking about his sperm. She closed her eyes weakly. She didn't want to drink water. How could she tell him that she stole his sperm for Ming.
Yue develops the antidote, and everyone in the world knows that Xiao Ninglan and Feng Mochen are not in love. If she tells him, won't she have no chance to steal his things in the future?
Seeing her closing her eyes, Xiao Ninglan looked majestic and unyielding. She smiled evilly, put the spout of the teapot close to her mouth, and said lightly, "We are husband and wife. In fact, if you tell me the truth, maybe I will give it to you directly."
If you spread the word like this secretly, others will think you are too hungry and thirsty!"
Yan Xiaoyu opened her mouth, drank a few sips of tea, and felt her strength had returned. She frowned and said, "Where's Aya, I seemed to hear her voice just now."
Xiao Ninglan's expression changed, she threw the teapot aside, and looked at Yan Xiaoyu with squinted eyes. This woman is not willing to take soft and hard advice, and said coldly, "Aya is mute, how are you going to hear her voice?"
Yan Xiaoyu nodded, slowly closed her eyes, and said weakly, "Yes, it may be my hallucination. I must tell Aya the good news. I dreamed that she can talk!"
Xiao Ninglan's face became more and more ugly. She looked at Yan Xiaoyu who was tortured and dying on the bed. She snorted coldly and walked out. The door of the room was banged by him. Yan Xiaoyu opened her eyes in fright. She had never seen such a temper.
He is an even worse person. He has been spoiled since childhood.