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"Wangfei is tired, carry her back." Night Nine ordered in a deep voice. Normally, he might have ordered the little fish to be carried onto his lap, but he didn't even have the strength to hold the little fish. Furthermore, he knew that if he didn't have any meat on him now, the little fish would feel uncomfortable sitting on his lap.

"Your Highness? Princess? "Who are you people?" Yao Qingcheng suspiciously looked at them.

No one answered her.

Looking at the empty courtyard, a trace of melancholy flashed across Yao Qingcheng's face. It wasn't strange that they were the Crown Prince's concubines. Judging from their extraordinary bearing, she had already guessed that they were either rich or noble, but she hadn't expected them to be the rumored Ninth Prince.

Even a king would be tormented for ten years. The imperial family was vicious, thousands of times more so than the common people.

From afar, a lonely bird cry could be heard. Yao Qingcheng looked over and saw a oriole wailing sorrowfully in the depths of the forest. It seemed so desolate in this sweltering afternoon.

"Birds in pairs, figures in figures." Yao Qingcheng whispered.

As the wind blew past the willow trees, Yao Qingcheng's expression turned desolate.

"Qingcheng."

Yao Qingcheng stared warily at the person who walked over, her expression once again becoming unruly.

"Senior Brother, what's the matter?"

As Yao Meng Chen looked at her, the fragrance he gave off was not as distinct as the fragrance of water on Qingcheng's face. Instead, the fragrance on his face was even gentler.

"I just got here. I see that Lord Ye is much better now. I just want to ask, is this method useful?"

Yao Qingcheng looked at him strangely.

"Brother, do you know which night Lord Ye is?"

Yao Meng Chen frowned. Which leaf could it be? Besides Ye, Yao Meng Chen's heart skipped a beat, "Could it be …" "What do you mean …"

"That's not what I meant, I just heard that ice cube calling him prince."

"So you're saying, we are actually involved in a royal battle?" Yao Meng Chen muttered.

"So what if you're involved? "Could it be because I saved someone and killed me? Even so, I'm not afraid. If I'm happy, I should just extend my head and let him cut me off. If I'm unhappy, the Buddha will kill the Buddha and the devil will kill the devil."

"Qingcheng, you're the only relative your sister has in this world. No matter what, I won't let anything happen to you."

When Yao Qingcheng heard this, she found it extremely funny, "Senior Brother, are you playing the role of Casanova? Elder sister, I'm afraid you have already forgotten what elder sister looks like. "

Finishing her words, Yao Qingcheng snorted and turned to leave.

He understood that the reason why Qingcheng let him live for a hundred years before she died was because he was afraid that her extreme temper would cause them to burn each other to death. To them, it was like torturing each other, but in order to make the incense stick, he had to live. Because, if he died, Qingcheng would no longer have the desire to live.

Yao Meng Chen shakily stretched out his hand, took out a pill from his bosom and swallowed it. He then looked at the empty space in front of him, "Sweet it."

After a short moment, he spat out two words.

Nine Night Demon followed him back to his residence. Doctor Lu was shocked. "What happened to Princess Hua-Yang?"

For convenience's sake, they bought a house in an alley behind the Qunfang Restaurant. Yao Qingcheng hated to see her peers, so both Imperial Physician Lu and Imperial Physician Bao stayed in the house.

"Imperial Physician Lu, hurry and give the wangfei a pulse." When Nine Night Demon saw Doctor Lu, she quickly gave orders.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness, first, take these two pieces of ginseng." He felt sad that he was about to give up, but the wangfei was still so confident and Imperial Physician Lu was full of admiration for Xiaoyu. Without her, the king would have died in a foreign land by now and the prince would still be alive, so how could the wangfei fall?

Fourth Submission of the Dissolute Princess

Doctor Lu put his finger on Yu Di's pulse and his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously looked at Nine Nights.

"Hurry up and tell me, is it a wedding vein?" There was joy in her eyes, but most of the time, she wasn't sure.

It was only natural for the ninth princess and the ninth princess to take the initiative and act in such a friendly manner. Imperial Physician Lu tried to calm himself down, but he had just taken the pulse of the ninth princess and frightened him. He thought about the absurd behavior of the ninth princess and her reputation as the coquettish princess and felt that there was a reason for it.

"The ninth princess is delighted." Doctor Lu was congratulating Night Nine. He looked at him carefully.

Looking at Ye Jiumei, she was stunned in disbelief, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted upwards, and then her undisguised smile entered her eyes, rapidly spreading throughout her body.

"Is this true? Doctor Lu, am I going to be a father? "When Yao Qingcheng said this, I didn't believe her. Although I said I wanted a child, my body …" Night Nine stopped talking and looked at Doctor Lu embarrassedly.

Imperial Physician Lu finally calmed down. He had also said that the two of them were good friends. Although it was difficult for the prince to do such things, the two who loved each other would overcome all obstacles.

Imperial Physician Lu felt that his dilemma was quite funny. They had all witnessed how good the princess was to the king. If anyone in this world was to the ninth prince, it could only be the ninth princess.

"Congratulations, Ninth Prince. Congratulations, Ninth Prince." Doctor Lu quickly congratulated him.

Jiu Mei felt refreshed. Doctor Lu checked his pulse and was surprised to find that the poison in his body was much lighter.

Imperial Physician Lu held back the wild joy in his heart. The king's illness had always been followed by the princess, and the princess had never hidden her illness, so when the princess woke up, he had to ask her for some advice. There was definitely a master among the people who had managed to cure the poison that hadn't been cured for so long.

When the little fish woke up, he saw the unconcealable worry and joy of being a father on Ye Jiumei's face.

"Xiaoyu, you're awake." Nine Night Demon quickly picked up the sour plum soup hanging on the side.

Little Fishy frowned as she smelled the sour air assaulting her nose. Was she really pregnant?

However, as a mother, she had never paid attention to it. She had only cared about his father, whose body was about to disappear at any time, and was extremely concerned about the poison in his body. As the saying goes, it was a medicine with three parts, and this child had breathed in so much poison gas prematurely. However, her hesitation could not be a burden to Nine Nights.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Little Fishy extended her hand to Night Nine.

Night Nine looked at her, brimming with energy and vitality.

Fishy held his thin hands and said in a pained tone: "You should take care of yourself even if you love your child."

"It's fine, I'm fine. I feel like the treatment this time is more effective than the last time. I also feel a bit stronger now."

When Fishy heard this, she subconsciously reached out her hand to cut off Night Nine's pulse.

Night Nine let her feel her pulse. She didn't know if it was because today's treatment was really effective, or if it was because people were happy when they were in a good mood, but Little Fishy felt that his pulse was stronger than before.

This was only a very minute movement, Night Nine had been paying close attention to her expression all this time, and seeing that her tensed mind finally relaxed, he stared at Fishy, cautiously opening his mouth, "Fishy, you don't seem to be that eager for this child, right?"

Xiaoyu inched closer and patted her on the shoulder. "Prince, I'll have to trouble you to lower yourself to my side."

She was simply too tired. Furthermore, she knew that she was a person with two bodies. It would be better if she was pampered.

Night Nine also felt tired, he pushed the wheelchair closer, and slowly moved himself to the bed, lying beside Fishy.

Little Fishy had been keeping her eyes closed all this time, and felt that Night Nine had laid down beside her. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Night Nine was staring at her.

A smile appeared on Fishy's face as she pulled his arm and placed it on her stomach.