Mad concubine returns, prince get away

Chapter 37 Illness
When night fell, the darkness swallowed up the originally bright world little by little, and the noise of the people in the world seemed to dissipate all of a sudden, leaving only the sound of the wind and the whispers of animals.

Yin Qingge went out for a day, and experienced a lot. After Fen Rong boiled the hot water, Yin Qingge changed his clothes and began to take a bath. He sank himself into the bathtub, and the warm water wrapped her up. Yin Qingge couldn't help but relax a little, waiting. As the water temperature gradually cooled, Yin Qingge got up and changed into pajamas, sat in front of the dressing table with a handkerchief, and began to wipe his long hair in front of the bronze mirror.

A shadow suddenly flashed outside the house, Yin Qing stood up and took his coat, put it on, opened the door, and said calmly, "Since you're here, why don't you come out?"

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow landed in front of Yin Qingge in response.

After Yin Qingge saw who was coming, he couldn't help but frowned, and said lightly, "What are you doing here? Doesn't the Ninth Prince need someone to serve him? Or are you here to ask for the arrow back for the Ninth Prince?"

Xiaofeng looked at Yin Qingge with a cold face, and there was obviously a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Master has a fever."

Yin Qingge was taken aback when he heard the words, such a cold and heartless person was actually sick. Thinking of this, Yin Qingge frowned even deeper, and said in a deep voice, "Then why aren't you around to take care of it?"

"Miss Yin Er, the master was injured because of you, shouldn't you go and have a look?" Xiaofeng looked at the unconscious Yin Qingge in front of him, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and asked.

Yin Qingge pursed his lips slightly when he heard the words, smiled lightly, and said softly: "I made it very clear this morning, but now it's midnight, how can a weak woman like me go to see the Ninth Prince, you should go back."

"Weak woman?" Xiaofeng snorted softly, and said with a sneer, "Second Miss Yin really knows how to joke. The one who can ruin the reputation of her concubine sister will be a weak woman? What a joke!"

Yin Qingge's face turned cold suddenly, and then he smiled lightly, and said disdainfully: "You know it really well, then you should think carefully, I dare to harm my concubine sister, you let me see the Ninth Prince, don't you be afraid?" Am I going to kill the Ninth Prince?"

"Miss Yin Er, let's talk about this later. Tonight, you have to come with me!" Xiaofeng knew that he couldn't talk to Yin Qingge, so he stepped forward and raised his hand to touch Yin Qingge's acupoints. At the sound of Fen Rong getting up and lighting the lamp, he immediately dodged into the room and lit Fen Rong's sleeping hole, and then dodged out of the courtyard with Yin Qingge on his shoulder.

Yin Qingge lay on Xiaofeng's shoulder with a dark complexion, but after a while, he was put down by Xiaofeng, "Master is in the room on your left." After Xiaofeng said this lightly, he stretched out his hand to relieve her. acupuncture points.

Yin Qingge looked at the mocking wind slightly annoyed, knowing that if he walked back alone, there would be a great uproar in the village, and maybe he would be taken advantage of by those who wanted to. Thinking of this, Yin Qingge couldn't help but take a deep breath, then opened the door and walked in .

The candlelight in the room was flickering gently, and as soon as Yin Qingge entered the room, he saw Fu Jinchen on the bed. Fu Jinchen had a fever, and his face was slightly red at the moment, with beads of sweat on his face, looking very uncomfortable.

Yin Qingge sighed softly, took the handkerchief and went to the side of the basin to soak it, then wiped the sweat off his face for him, and applied it to his forehead.

"Have you boiled the medicine?" Yin Qingge looked down at Fu Jinchen who was ill, and asked lightly with a different emotion in his heart.

Xiaofeng nodded, and immediately went out to bring the medicine bowl. Yin Qingge took it, looked at Xiaofeng who was standing still, and said, "Go down, I don't have the guts to harm the Ninth Prince."

Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, and finally cupped his hands towards Yin Qingge, turned around and retreated.

Yin Qingge gently stirred the medicine bowl, feeling that the temperature was almost up, and then passed the spoon to Fu Jinchen's lips, but Fu Jinchen bit his lips tightly and refused to open his mouth, and the medicine juice immediately flowed down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Yin Qingge sighed softly, thinking he had to wake him up, put the medicine bowl aside, Yin Qingge called out softly, "Ninth Prince? Ninth Prince, wake up and sleep after taking the medicine."

After all, he stretched out his hand and shook him gently, but Fu Jinchen didn't respond at all, and his lips were pursed even tighter. Seeing this, Yin Qingge couldn't help but sighed, and looked helplessly at the medicine bowl, then at Fu Jinchen, and then Sigh, full of helplessness.

The medicine still needs to be drunk. Yin Qingge helped Fu Jinchen half sit up, took a spoon and pried open Fu Jinchen's thin lips bit by bit, and finally fed a spoonful, but Fu Jinchen just bent over and vomited all the medicine come out.

Yin Qingge looked at Fu Jinchen's tightly pursed lips again, and the pool of black concoction beside the bed. He couldn't help feeling sick, and asked tentatively, "Ninth Prince? Are you pretending to be asleep?"

Yin Qingge looked at Fu Jinchen suspiciously. After a normal person falls asleep, his whole body relaxes. Isn't it easy to feed the medicine? Why is it different here?

"Forget it, if you don't drink it, don't drink it. It's not my body anyway." Yin Qingge put the medicine bowl aside, got up and turned around in the room. On the long sword, there are complicated patterns on the hilt and scabbard, which are very meaningful at a glance.

Yin Qingge walked around the room on his own, and when he walked to the desk, he found that there was an unfinished painting on it, which was covered by a piece of white paper. She stepped forward to peek, then turned around and walked towards Fu Jinchen.

At this time, if Yin Qingge read it, she would no longer think that everything was a deal when facing Fu Jinchen in the future, and there would be fewer detours between the two of them.

At this time, Yin Qingge, who had returned to the bed, found that Fu Jinchen's forehead was getting hotter. Yin Qingge frowned slightly, and changed the veil for him again. He was about to try to feed the medicine in again, but Fu Jinchen suddenly opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, the eyes were scarlet red, deep and frightening, Yin Qingge couldn't help being startled, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, wanting to see if he really woke up, but Fu Jinchen held it firmly with one hand. Using Yin Qingge's wrist, he slapped Yin Qingge with a lot of internal force.

Yin Qingge was startled suddenly, and wanted to step back, but he was unable to move. Seeing that his palm was about to fall in front of him, Yin Qingge couldn't help calling out: "Ninth Prince!"

Fu Jinchen's palm immediately stopped close to Yin Qingge's cheek, and she could even feel the heat in Fu Jinchen's palm, as well as the killing intent that just hit her face. Yin Qingge panted slightly, and said softly, "Ninth Prince? Are you awake?" ?”

But Fu Jinchen didn't say a word, just stared straight at Yin Qingge, his eyes were full of dangerous dark light, looking very frightening, Yin Qingge suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and said softly again: "Ninth Prince? Are you still here?" Fever, if you wake up, drink the medicine..."

Before Yin Qingge finished speaking, Fu Jinchen let go of his hand abruptly, his eyes slowly drifted away, and then he fell down heavily. Yin Qingge was startled, stepped forward to check carefully, and covered him with the quilt again , and then changed the cold veil again to cover him. Seeing that his fever seemed to be getting worse, Yin Qingge got up helplessly, holding the medicine bowl and was about to move, but Fu Jinchen opened his eyes again, and slammed the medicine bowl fell down.

The crackling sound broke the silence in the yard, and the mocking wind rushed in. Seeing the violent and cold eyes of Fu Jinchen, he couldn't help being startled, and stepped forward and pulled Yin Qingge to the side.

"What's going on, Ninth Prince?" Yin Qingge frowned, looking at the mocking wind and asked.

Xie Feng's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the master is a little delirious." After finishing speaking, Xie Feng's eyes suddenly changed, and he looked at Yin Qingge suspiciously and said, "You're actually fine."

"What? Didn't see the Ninth Prince killed me, are you very dissatisfied?" Yin Qingge looked at his unbelievable look, secretly angry in his heart, and replied in a cold voice.

Seeing this, Xiaofeng immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and explained in a hurry: "No, it's just that at this time, the master is mostly irrational and will hurt people."

"Then what should we do now?" Yin Qingge frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a little headache, and asked with his forehead.

Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "I used to have drugs, but now I really don't know what to do."

"Then what's the use of you, the Ninth Prince, as a subordinate, don't you know that you have to always prepare drugs!" Seeing that Fu Jinchen's face was even more wrong, Yin Qingge couldn't help but lowered his voice and reprimanded.

"I..." The mocking wind couldn't help being speechless, and his face became even uglier.

Yin Qingge took a deep breath, and looked at Fu Jinchen fixedly, thinking that since Fu Jinchen didn't hurt her just now, it's better to take a gamble this time, so he can't just watch something happen to him in front of her.Yin Qingge took two steps forward slowly. Seeing that Fu Jinchen was not overly aggressive, he continued to walk forward while softly saying, "Ninth Prince? You are still sick, have you drank the medicine? Don't worry... ..."

Fu Jinchen stared at Yin Qingge closely, and tried his best to gather his gaze. The bloodlust in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he fell down again with a "bang". This time, Fu Jinchen seemed to have lost all his energy, and he didn't do any frightening moves. Then, taking advantage of Fu Jinchen's condition was still stable, the two of them tried their best to part Fu Jinchen's lips, and gave him all the medicines brought back by the servants Feed down.

Seeing Fu Jinchen frowning in a coma, Yin Qingge couldn't help sighing. The imperial palace is a place of dangerous rebirth and treacherous conspiracies. Everyone said that the Ninth Prince was surly and arrogant, and regarded human life as worthless. Prince, life has never had a moment of relaxation and peace.

Yin Qingge couldn't help feeling that the two of them were sick and sympathetic. They seemed to be living glamorously, but in fact they were circling in conspiracy every day, and they didn't dare to relax at all times. Remembering that Fu Jinchen was also seriously injured when the two first met, Yin Qingge Sighing lightly, she has experienced the open and dark arrows in the palace, and knows how cruel it is...

(End of this chapter)