Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 675

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded in the quiet hall.

"His Majesty."

Sun Dehai stood in front of the dragon bed, "People from Prince Duan's Mansion just sent a message into the palace, saying that the prince is dead."

Emperor Kang Heng was short of breath, slowly opened his eyes, his withered face flushed with excitement.

"really?"

Sun Dehai nodded lightly: "It's the news that the princess sent someone to the palace."

"She is willing to do so!"

He laughed uncontrollably and started coughing violently.

Sun Dehai quickly leaned over to give him a sigh of relief, took the tea handed over by the maid, and fed him a sip.

After struggling to suppress the bloody breath in his throat, he said: "Go, you dispose of his body yourself, and tell me when you return to the palace, is it true?"

"Your majesty, take care of the dragon's body, and this servant will go now!"

Sun Dehai ordered the servant girl to take good care of her, then turned and walked out.

At noon, there was a sound of "squeak" at the door.

Xichun hurried in: "Miss..."

She was out of breath, her face was flushed, and there was fine sweat on her forehead.

Shen Qianqiao raised her head and glanced out the window. The sun was so bright that it hurt people's eyes.

"What are you running on such a hot day?"

She laughed angrily, poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Xichun swallowed it in one breath, wiped her mouth with her sleeve: "Thank you, Miss."

"But what's the matter?" Shen Qianqiao sat down again.

Xichun nodded hurriedly, "Nurse An just came back from the market and heard something."

Shen Qianqiao didn't take it seriously: "What's the matter?"

She turned a page of the book with a very calm expression on her face.

Xichun looked at his master carefully, "Prince Duan is dead."

Shen Qianqiao paused her hand and raised her head suddenly: "What did you say?"

Xichun said anxiously: "Earlier this morning, Prince Duan's mansion was hung with a veil, and now it is spread all over the streets and alleys, saying that Prince Duan passed away due to a serious illness last night."

Shen Qianqiao was shocked in her heart, and the elegant, gentle, and good-spirited Prince Duan appeared in her mind.

How could he die suddenly?

She put the book on the table, stood up abruptly and walked out.

The curtain sounded.

The man opened his eyes and his eyes fell on her.

Shen Qianqiao looked at that handsome and familiar face, and thought of Ah Jing who was still in this body somewhere, how sad he would feel if he knew about his father's death.

When Ding Yi and Ding Er saw her coming, they walked out.

Shen Qianqiao came to the bed, looked down at the person on the bed, and said in a low voice: "Do you know that Prince Duan is dead?"

Xia Houqing looked at her, thoughtfully: "Are you feeling bad?"

Are you uncomfortable?Not counting, it's just that I feel bad, Ah Jing's master died, and now his father is also dead.

"And you, he is the father of this body, don't you feel uncomfortable at all?"

Shen Qianqiao spoke softly, staring at his face, wondering if Ah Jing could hear it now.

"Compared to Beilin, he is worthy of respect."

"Is that all there is to it?"

Xia Houqing watched the light in the depths of her eyes disappear little by little, like a hand tightly holding his heart.

"Qian Qiao."

He suddenly shouted, and a wave flashed across his silent black eyes.

Shen Qianqiao looked at him without expression.

Xia Houqing's outline was tense, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Can you come and do me a favor?"

This time he didn't claim to be himself, but me.

Shen Qianqiao's eyes moved, and her voice was a little cold: "What do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)