The Demon Princess

Chapter 91 Is the master about to have a baby master?
Mo House.

Mo Wen looked at Da Huan Dan who was sent back by Yuan Yi, his thin lips slightly pursed, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was silent for a while before he said, "Guard Yuan sent Da Huan Dan back, but the poison of the Ninth Princess has been cured?".

Yuan Yi replied "Yes" and then felt that his answer seemed a bit succinct, so he added, "The princess is fine now."

Mo Wen heard the words, his expression improved slightly, and he murmured softly, "That's good."

Seeing that the matter had been completed, Yuan Yi said his goodbyes. He had just walked a few steps but then stopped. He turned his head and saw Mo Wen staring at the medicine bottle in his hand in a daze. He thought for a while, but couldn't help it Say "Mo Zhuangyuan."

Mo Wen raised his head and his eyes were full of doubts, "Is there something else for Yuan Weiwei?".

Yuan Yi "I don't know if I should say something or not."

Don't ask "but it's okay to say".

"Mo Zhuangyuan's literary talent is extraordinary, and he is very talented. Some things must be clear and clear, but Yuan Yi still wants to remind Mo Zhuangyuan that some people should let go as soon as possible." Yuan Yi finished speaking, without waiting When Mo Wen spoke, he cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."

Yuan Yi's figure had long since disappeared in front of the door, but Mo Wen's eyes were still looking at the direction he was leaving for a long time without moving. Yuan Yi's words about leaving echoed in his mind, "Some people should let go as soon as possible."

In that chance encounter in Taohualin, her fallen figure not only fell on his body, but also fell into his heart. Yuan Yi's words reminded him and her that this life was impossible.

In fact, since the moment he knew that she was the Ninth Princess, he didn't have any extravagant thoughts, he just wanted to watch her from a distance, but now being told the truth in person, Mo Wen only felt ashamed. '

Mo Wen's thoughts turned into a sigh at last.

three days later.

Luoxueyuan.

Long Qingle's face was pale. She curled up tiredly on the bed, biting her lower lip tightly with her teeth, as if she was enduring great pain. Occasionally, she could not control a muffled moan of pain, and the cold sweat formed on her forehead. Small drops of water look like crystal diamonds under the illumination of night pearls.

These luminous pearls were taken out of the storeroom the day before by her.

Chun Yu's face was full of worry, took out a handkerchief to help her wipe the sweat off her head, and persuaded, "The princess should ask the doctor to come in and have a look!".

Enduring the pain, Long Qingle gritted her teeth and said, "No, I don't want to see your husband." Ever since she was a child, what she feared the most was taking medicine and getting injections. Even Western medicine was bitter to her, so if she was killed, she wouldn't drink such a bitter Chinese medicine.

Just as Chun Yu was about to say something to persuade "Princess..." Long Qingle immediately interrupted, "Don't say anything, you go out first."

Chun Yu had no choice but to retreat.

The glutinous rice balls that were sitting on the table saw Chun Yu go out, jumped down quickly, and walked to Long Qingle's bed, "Master, how are you?".

"Fortunately, if it hurts a little more, I might die." She also had dysmenorrhea in the past, but it was within a tolerable range. It was the first time that the pain like today was so painful.

"Master, why didn't you call the doctor in for treatment?" Tang Yuan was puzzled by her refusal to see a doctor.

"It's not like seeing a doctor when you're sick?" Long Qingle didn't tell the fact that she was afraid of drinking bitter medicine, but if she told her everything, what would be the majesty of her as a master?

"Could it be that the master is going to give birth to a young master?" Tang Yuan guessed, who hadn't fully understood the human affairs.

Long Qingle "..." didn't want to talk to it anymore, so he stepped on its painful foot directly, "How about drinking some of your blood to see if it feels better?".

"Master, you are not poisoned, what's the use of drinking my blood?" The master's idea of ​​wanting to drink his blood at every turn must be corrected, what if he practices it someday?
(End of this chapter)