Chapter 663

Zhou Haiqing's analysis is thorough.

If Jiujiu, I'm afraid Zhenyuan Hou will fight one or two, but if he doesn't see Xue Bitao from head to toe, I'm afraid he's definitely too lazy to pay attention.

Jiujiu pursed her lips and nodded.

It's just that it's too impersonal to say so.

Sighed, and Jiujiu was too lazy to ask.

In this life, she didn't retaliate against Xue Bitao, but let her marry the crown prince as in her life. God knows why she didn't live as well as in her previous life. However, she got pregnant earlier in this life. I think it's her luck.

However, thinking of the prince's strange eyes, Jiujiu shook her goose bumps and looked at Zhou Haiqing, but she still couldn't resist: "the prince doesn't like Xue Bitao, so he..."

Jiujiu wants to ask Prince Zhou Haiqing if she doesn't like herself, but she feels that it's narcissistic to ask, so she can only choose to omit.

Although Jiujiu omitted, Zhou Haiqing said directly: "the crown prince covets you."

When he said this, Zhou Haiqing's expression was magnanimous. There was no embarrassment and shame that his wife was coveted, but he was particularly calm.

Zhou Haiqing looked calm, but Jiujiu was a little embarrassed. He looked up at Zhou Haiqing and whispered, "don't talk nonsense."

"Madam shy?" Zhou Haiqing put the book in his hand on one side of the table, got up and went to Jiu Jiu. The bright candle clearly illuminated the look in Zhou Haiqing's eyes, and also let Jiu Jiu see the light smile in Zhou Haiqing's mouth.

Jiujiu's side head was different. Zhou Haiqing looked at each other, his lips moved, and whispered, "who's shy."

"Madam is not shy, I am shy." Zhou Haiqing said gently.

Jiujiu's cheeks are more ruddy.

Zhou Haiqing smiled, raised his hand and crossed Jiujiu's cheek. He put his hand around Jiujiu's shoulder and helped her up. They looked at each other and said softly, "madam, my heart is happy with you."

Jiujiu blinked, her eyes as long as butterfly wings stirred gently, printed a small shadow under her eyes, and Jiujiu pursed her lips without saying a word.

But the constantly shaking eyelashes exposed the fact that Jiujiu was nervous.

Zhou Haiqing raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Jiujiu's hair and said, "where's your wife? You treat me..."

Jiujiu's fist tightened, and the back of her white jade hand showed a light cyan, but she didn't say a word.

Zhou Haiqing sighed gently, slowly took away his hand on the top of Jiujiu's hair, turned and left, but he was lonely

Because there is no Xue Bitao as an excuse, the prince's wish to continue to see Jiujiu has also failed.

Life is so salty.

Although Zhou Haiqing's advertisement Jiujiu didn't agree, Zhou Haiqing's attitude towards Jiujiu was indeed as good as ever, delicious and delicious every day.

And Jiujiu naturally wants what she gives, and they get along very happily.

But the prince's side is not very beautiful.

At the beginning, he felt his desire subsided. He thought he didn't want it because he was too tired. He didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the emperor was not feeling well during this time, and many government affairs were on him.

But with the passage of time, the prince became more and more powerless.

If it was too tired some days ago, what about now?

The beautiful concubine who used to make him angry with just one look now stood naked in front of him. No matter how she flirted, he was stunned and didn't respond at all.

The prince was very, and the beautiful concubine was foolish. She immediately helped the prince with her mouth, but everything was in vain.

No matter how the concubine tossed, the prince still didn't feel it, let alone hard, but there was no change at all. The prince secretly felt that the event was bad, so he immediately sent for a doctor.

The doctor was the prince's confidant. He hurriedly gave the prince a diagnosis and treatment without saluting.

Just in a moment, the prince's symptoms were diagnosed. The doctor's face was green and white, and his lips could not move, but he couldn't spit out a word.

The prince has been intoxicated by the spring breeze. Now it's the last moment. Even taking medicine is useless. I'm afraid the prince will be a eunuch with intact organs in the future.

The doctor couldn't say that anyway.

Not to mention how the prince was drunk in the spring breeze, it was the prince's failure to raise that was already the fundamental thing to shake the country. The doctor who felt that he had found something terrible suddenly burst out layer after layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and even his body began to shake uncontrollably.

After seeing the doctor's sudden change of expression, the prince knew that the result was very bad. He looked at the beautiful concubine shivering in the corner and said, "give her a cup of dove wine."

The beautiful concubine turned pale and quickly knelt down at the prince's feet. She couldn't help begging: "the prince, spare your life. I won't say it. The prince, spare your life."

Although the beautiful concubine's voice is still enchanting and daydreaming, the prince's face has already become as cold as ice, and the non emotional opponent said, "drag it out."

My men immediately put a piece of cloth in my mouth and dragged it out. Soon there was no sound outside.

When only himself and the doctor were left in the room, the prince said calmly, "say it."

The doctor looked at the prince tremblingly: "Your Majesty, you are in the drunken spring breeze."

Although the prince had guessed about what he didn't do, when the results were put in front of him, the prince found it difficult to accept.

No matter who he is, as long as he is a man, he can't accept that he can't be hard anymore. At the thought of his future, like those eunuchs, even if he sees exciting women, he can't overwhelm them. The prince's eyes turn black, especially when he thinks about Jiujiu, the prince's face is even more ugly.

"Alone, is there any way to save?" the prince asked, holding his forehead and drooping his eyes.

The doctor lowered his head and did not dare to look at the prince's face. He considered his language: "Your Majesty, if you take good care of yourself, there should be no problem."

"Careful recuperation? How long does it take?"

"Maybe three or five years."

"Ah..." the prince opened his eyes and let out a cold light. Although this sounds good, it's as hard as a woman's disease in three or five years. If you're lucky, you can be good in three or five years. If you're not lucky, you'll lose more than ten years.

This sounds sweet, but isn't it the doctor's purpose to perfunctory his words?

From Zui Chunfeng to now, I haven't heard of one in which Zui Chunfeng can still be intact.

However, he is not an ordinary person. He is the prince of a country. If he has no reproductive ability, he is useless even if the emperor likes him. Even if he has a little hope, he can't give up.

The prince lowered his eyes to cover the mood at the bottom of his eyes: "prescribe medicine."