Transmigrate to be Queen

In the Qianqing palace, some words are hard to say and ask. There are too many ears. Most of her communication with Zheng Fusheng is based on skin, but some problems are too complex. It's better to communicate directly, so as soon as she returns to the yard, Ning Xiaoman immediately asks the questions she has been tossing about for a long time. It's really been a long time.

"Fusheng, tell me what happened. Why did the envoys of Xinluo suddenly attack the emperor? Was it prepared in advance or sudden? How did the murder weapon come in?"

Put Zheng Fusheng in bed and sent people out. Ning Xiaoman couldn't wait to ask a series of questions.

"Can I ask a question first?"

Zheng Fusheng looked at Ning Xiaoman in a hurry and asked him slowly,

"You ask, you ask."

In order to get his own answer, Ning Xiaoman naturally promised Zheng Fusheng all conditions.

"You are so anxious to take me back to the yard. Do you want me to recover well, or do you get me back because you can't stand these problems."

Looking at the banter on Zheng Fusheng's face, Ning Xiaoman has no intention to joke with him.

"Zheng Fusheng, since you were hurt, I've been anxious to tell you what is. I'm afraid of your pain, itching, lying tired, eating wrong and reacting to the wound. Touch your chest and ask. Are you sorry to ask?"

Zheng Fusheng panicked when Man'er sank his face,

"Man'er, Man'er, I'm kidding. I know you love me. I've lost weight these days. I just wanted to make you anxious. I didn't expect you to be really anxious."

Regardless of whether he could stretch the wound on his body or not, Zheng Fusheng stretched out his arm to the longest place, held Man'er's hand and didn't let her get up and go far. Ning Xiaoman really didn't dare to break away with his hand. Even if he was angry again, he didn't dare to pull his wound.

"Zheng Fusheng, if you have a face and skin, let go of your hand. We'll take it as nothing today. If you don't let go, I'll remember you all my life."

If you can't be tough, you have to talk hard. Ning Xiaoman is really a little angry.

I'm so tired. I'm waiting for you in vain. There's something wrong with waiting. I really think I'm good at bullying. OK, since I'm not good at waiting, I'll give it all to the servant girl to wait. Who doesn't want to be at ease.

"Don't let go, don't let go, don't make it clear, you'll remember it all your life. I have to explain it to you, Man'er. I have to listen to me."

Zheng Fusheng doesn't let go of his hand. He is too Xie Ning Xiaoman. He usually looks like a good speaker, but once she recognizes something, she doesn't look back at all.

"Zheng Fusheng, I think you'd better let go. Don't think I dare not break away. Anyway, you're not me. If you don't look at me again, don't blame me for being rude."

Ning Xiaoman is going to earn money from outside, but Zheng Fusheng holds his hand more tightly.

"I don't care. I won't give up. If you're not polite, you're welcome."

Zheng Fusheng plays with Lai. Ning Xiaoman really has no way to take him. He is so angry that he stomps his feet. Zheng Fusheng has some smiles on his face.

"I knew that Man'er was reluctant to let me hurt. Man'er, come and sit. I really hurt when you stretch like this."

Seeing Zheng Fusheng's praying eyes, Ning Xiaoman couldn't bear to disappoint him no matter how cruel he was, so he had to sit by the bed with pursed lips.

"Man'er, I was really teasing you just now. I usually joke with you. You haven't been so angry and anxious. Are you tired these days? Lie down and have a rest."

Zheng Fusheng pulls laning Xiaoman's clothes and asks her to lie down next to her.

Ning Xiaoman's anger hasn't subsided yet. How can he just listen to him? Now sitting by the bed is a compromise. He is still pushing an inch. Ning Xiaoman turns his head and decides to ignore Zheng Fusheng no matter what he says.

"Man'er, I want to talk to you. Come and accompany me."

Zheng Fusheng pulled Ning Xiaoman's clothes again. He was reluctant to give up and looked pitiful. Ning Xiaoman was really out of temper by him.

"Well, well, well, you can tell me what you want."

Zheng Fusheng immediately stretched out his arm and let Man'er lie on his arm.

"Take your arm away. Don't really stretch the wound. If you go to ask the imperial doctor now, your father will carry you back to the Qianqing palace immediately."

Ning Xiaoman patted his arm angrily and didn't lie down directly. Zheng Fusheng could easily stretch his wound in this position.

"It's okay, it's okay. As long as you don't get angry, my injury will naturally heal."

Zheng Fusheng stubbornly stretched out his arm and asked Ning Xiaoman to lie down. Ning Xiaoman had no way. He pushed his arm in and asked him not to stretch so straight. Then he lay down safely.

Zheng Fusheng smiled and bent his mouth. As long as his daughter-in-law could lie on her arm, he would be gentle towards himself. After all, there were signs of softness. He quickly took this opportunity to apologize to Man'er,

"Man'er, I just joked. I really wanted to make you angry, but I didn't expect you to be really angry. I swear to you, I never thought of that in my heart."