Miracle Doctor Princess

A pair of apricot eyes widened slightly, seeing Ye Qingyi staring at himself with a pair of autumn-looking eyes, the whole person was a little bit shy.

The lady is getting more and more beautiful. In the past, she occasionally looked at the lady, and there was arrogance and beauty in it, but beauty was beautiful, but it was a favorite that people could not bear.

Now these eyes haven't changed, and the pupils are like starry sky. Suddenly, they look alive, making people look at her eyes and can't help but feel dazed, trying to explore what is closed in those eyes.

"Ok?"

The girl-in-law quickly returned to God and said, "Slavery doesn't know. The **** just let the master go, and walked in a hurry. The slave-girl didn't hear anything."

No way, Ye Qingyi had to put on his cloak and go to the lobby waiting for Ye to return.

Near noon, Ye Hou came into the lobby with the chill and saw this picture.

In the brightly lit lobby, his beautiful daughter supported her forehead with one hand, sitting in a chair with eyes closed, waiting for him.

He was so touched by his heart that Ye Qingyi had never done this before. The white tender tender smiled at him and made him lift the little girl back again.

For a moment he was full of tears and his heart was full of emotions.

"Yiyi, why are you sleeping here, and you are not afraid of catching cold?" Ye Hou asked softly.

In fact, as soon as Ye Hou came in, Ye Qingyi felt it. She opened her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes shook twice.

"Daddy, why did you come back so late? Is something happening in the palace?" Ye Qingyi asked.

Ye Qingyi's little bird fully inspired Ye Hou's fatherly love.

He thought of the man in the palace, his stretched eyebrows locked again. He just wanted to sigh, and saw his daughter's big eyes staring at him tightly.

"Yiyi, it's okay. Come back to your room and rest. Your daughter's house should pay attention to maintenance." Ye Hou made a joke with a rare smile.

Ye Qingyi carefully observed Ye Hou's expression, seeing that he was frowning and pulling the corner of his mouth, and he was pretending to be okay, he felt certain that something was wrong.

Now we must use the tricks that must be used by millions of households.

"Dad, just tell me, isn't your daughter an intimate cotton jacket? Besides, I've changed a lot since I came in, can I worry about my father?"

Ye Qingyi secretly raised a layer of goosebumps, but sadly found that this trick was becoming more and more proficient.

Ye Hou thought about it, really, since Ye Qingyi changed his temper, she helped him a lot.

And sometimes he was ashamed of keen insight.

Ye Hou sighed: "It is holy, the dragon is scarce."

Ye Qingyi was shocked. When she met the emperor not long ago, the old man was still very healthy, and suddenly he became ill?

"Is it cold?" She asked.

Ye Hou shook his head, with bitterness on his old face: "It's not, it's an acute illness, and now the doctors are a little panicked."

Ye Qingyi thought for a while, and his eyes flashed coldly: "Dad knows who has recently been contacted in the Holy?"

If the emperor is ill, what about Ye Hou, who has been standing behind the old emperor, thinking about the ending will be chilling.

Ye Hou was shocked when he heard his daughter say this. After all, he was a more knowledgeable person. He was suddenly surprised by the sadness. These words ...

Ye Hou thought for a while, and a few people flashed in his mind.

At last he shook his head and eliminated them one by one.

The last face shook his mind, and Ye Hou was a little shaken—it wouldn't be ...

Ye Qingyi kept observing Ye Hou's expression all the time, seeing he hesitated and knew that he was brow-eyed.

She mentioned: "Dad, but it's okay, it's indispensable."

Ye Hou opened his mouth and said a name.

Concubine lady.

Ye Qingyi's mind quickly crossed a face with charm, and his eyes were slender and slender.

She snorted, but it was quite possible.

She smiled when she saw Ye Hou's face full of thoughts and feelings. The corner of her mouth was like a spring breeze, which was very beautiful.

"Dad needn't worry. Holy God blesses himself, and it will definitely be okay." Ye Qingyi had a heart in his heart, so he comforted Ye Hou.

Ye Hou sighed again, with a little coddling, said to Ye Qingyi: "I hope God hear Yiyi's words, so that Saint can recover soon."

"If there is no Holy, this chapel will not be a mess of porridge."

Ye Qingyi smiled again and poured Ye Hou a cup of hot tea into his hands.

"Dad, I heard that the flowers in the palace are blooming beautifully. In a few days, my daughter went to see with my father, and also saw the Holy See, letting him feel the joy of the new flowers."

Ye Hou heard her heart warm, and agreed.