After a pause, she raised her eyebrows again, and there was a hint of schadenfreude between her eyebrows. "There is no movement on the prince's side, but Madame Nan has been ill in bed since she went back. The Lord has invited an imperial doctor, but it seems that she hasn't gone to see it."
"Well, how could you suddenly get sick..." The flower on the street murmured a word in a low voice, in the eye delimits a few minutes if has thought the color.
In this case, unless It's someone who wants her sick.
But Yan Beicheng is not very fond of her, they are not a lot of relationship, this is how possible.
Just thinking about it, the maid outside suddenly came in to pass the message, "princess, the prince is coming. It's time for you to come out to meet you."
The flowers on the street and Qin Ya are both surprised. They didn't expect that Yan Beicheng would come when they were writing.
Surprised to return to surprise, but the flower on the stranger still nodded, got up and went out to meet.
"Yes, sir." The flower on the stranger slightly blessing body, eyebrows and eyes drooping, not haughty mouth.
"Get up." Yan Beicheng nodded, went up directly, took the hand of the stranger, and said with a smile, "go, this king goes in and talks with you."
On the street flower delicate plain hand by his generous palm nagging package, she is already used to, then did not struggle, obediently followed him into the house.
But just after falling, she took the plain hand from the palm of Yan Beicheng, thought for a moment, and said, "Why are you coming here now? I heard that Nanji is ill. Don't you go to see it?"
"Is the princess jealous? Don't worry. I have a part of your heart now, and I will never abandon you. " Yan Beicheng, however, seemed unable to understand the seriousness of her words. Instead, he turned the topic aside and made a solemn commitment.
"I don't mean that." In a low voice, "Nanji went to see you and got sick. You said, what's wrong with her? How can she open so suddenly?"
"I am not a doctor. How can I know this?" Yan Beicheng shook his head, his face blank and ignorant.
Yan Beicheng refused to explain the reason, and moshanghua did not intend to ask again. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Yan Beicheng, what have you done? I don't want to take more care of it. But Yunji's affair, I hope you don't interfere. This is between me and Nanji. If you intervene, it will change the flavor of the matter."
Yan Beicheng looked at her for a long time, and his eyes were unpredictable. After a long time, he just chuckled, "how can I understand your women's affairs? How can I talk about intervening?"
In fact, he did intend to help strangers, but now, her attitude is so firm, he might as well follow her.
The stone in the heart of the stranger flower fell to the ground, picked up the tea cup and drank the tea. Then he looked at Yan Beicheng, who was still sitting opposite, "what else do you want?"
Yan Beicheng immediately turned his lips and yelled, "I just agreed to be with you. You are like this. It's really a bridge in the river. If all the women in the world are as cruel as you are, how can we men live? "
On the street flower fine eyebrow tiny pick, quite don't think, "that again how. Don't you care about Yan Moli now? I remember, he still has a strong poison. If you don't get rid of the poison in time and die with you, you may not be able to explain it in any case. "
Yan Beicheng touched his nose and felt innocent. "The poison on the emperor's brother was in the middle before he came. Yuzhou is remote. Where can I find a famous doctor to help him cure him? If my father must rely on Ben to finish this matter, what else can I do besides suffer it?"