Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 111 Worried ①

Passing through the pavilions and pavilions, the windows of the room are all made of bamboo, there is a small fountain outside, and the decoration inside the room is all in water blue, which looks so elegant and clean, thinking that the tea house is also decorated with bamboo .

It turns out that he likes bamboo!Only then did Qing Qing realize it.

Entering the room, feeling the fog lingering, Xiao Qi bowed to the concubine and said, "Auspicious concubine!" The light blue curtain was slightly closed.

The prime minister said, "Gou Zi's master is healing his wounds! The child is so injured and refuses to talk about it. If he hadn't been unconscious and Xiao Qi came back to report, we wouldn't know about it!"

After a while, the mist gradually dissipated, and an old man with a white beard but full of energy in a long white robe came out of the tent, his forehead was densely oozing with crystal beads of sweat.

He said to the prime minister, "Shaolin is seriously injured. I have used my true energy to protect his heart veins, but he needs at least another month of recuperation, and he cannot perform any more exercises!"

The prime minister said reverently, "Thank you, Master, the room is ready for you, go and rest!"

At this time, the maid opened the blue curtain, and Fang Shaoqi was lying there in a white brocade dress, his face was slightly pale, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this time, Fang Shaoqi's concubine hurried forward to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a brocade pat, Qingqing looked at the white fingers holding the shiny pink handkerchief Qingqing wiped the sweat from Fang Shaoqi's forehead, Qing Qing thought, even if there is no way for him to do this little thing.

Looking at Fang Shaoqi's pale face, Qingqing's heart suddenly felt the soreness overflowing his chest.

The concubine took a deep look at Fang Shaoqi, who had her eyes closed tightly, and said to the prime minister, "I have brought some thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum for the young master, and I still hope that young master Fang will recover soon. If I hadn't gone to find the antidote for Princess Zhao, my son would not have given up." I will not be hurt like this, and the people of Prince Zhao’s Mansion are very grateful."

It's just some polite words on the surface, but the deep meaning hidden in it, I'm afraid only the concubine and the prime minister know it well.

(End of this chapter)