Chapter 275: King wants them to be buried 3

Chapter 275: The King Wants Their Funeral 3

Snow courtyard. The lights are still bright.

The people in the house never came out. The door was still closed.

No one dares to stay near Qu Taner's house, except that Jing Xin occasionally sends water and stuff.

The sun rises, the sunset, and the day passes.

The Palace of Eight Kings is still scared, and it is inevitable to worry about who is involved in this matter.

Time, the last two days.

Mo Liancheng never stepped out of the door of the room, but the sleeping person never opened his eyes. She lay quietly, the outside world seemed to be able to interfere with her again, and slept extraordinarily peacefully, but the little face that had recovered slightly in blood compared to the previous two days had finally let Mo Liancheng stay on the bedside and finally loose Breathed.

In the afternoon, Gao Taiyi, who had lived in Bawang Palace for two days, was worried that his life was about to die, but he made people come to Xueyuan again. When he first saw the slightly ruddy face of the person on the couch, his feet were soft, and he almost fell, and he didn't look back for a long while.

Eight or eight princesses, resurrected? !!

"Mr. Gao, why are you still stunned?" Mo Liancheng frowned.

"Yes, yes, he knows wrong."

Gao Taiyi hurried forward and trembling carefully, the old face became more and more surprised, "King, Lord, Princess, the pulse is stable, and it doesn't matter, and will wake up every day. Really, it's amazing ... too incredible . "

Murren nodded silently.

Gao Taiyi prescribes another prescription, tells his subordinates to pay attention to some matters, and also exits the Xueyuan. However, due to Hao's personal return to the temporary hospitalization, on the way, Gao Taiyi quietly tentatively asked: "Yu Weiwei, you said When will you let me go home? "

"The prince said, the day when Princess Gao wakes up is the day Gao Taiyi left."

"..." Gao Taiyi faced bitterly and shook his head helplessly.

In the evening, the door creaked open.

Morian City stepped out of the door for the first time.

When he came out, he stood with his hands in his hands and couldn't hide the killing from the soul.

"Master." Yu Hao greeted and said a few words in his ear.

"Bring people here." Merian City flicked his sleeves, lifted his steps, and returned to Shuangyuan.

Yu Hao took the lead, but didn't say much, so he followed.

About a quarter of an hour later, the study door closed.

The cold atmosphere fell rapidly.

Morian City leaned indifferently on the rocking chair, glanced coldly at the two women standing at the door, speechless and angry.

"Knowing why the King came to you?" He asked lightly.

"I don't know, I still hope that Wang can give directions. But ..."

Yin Xiangnong lowered her head slightly, and twisted her handkerchief with a slight anxiety, but in the next moment, she raised her head gently, smiled calmly, and took the bowl from the girl's hand leisurely and elegantly. Near Mo Liancheng, worryingly said: "The prince was tired for two days, and his body was very worried. Today, he specially prepared a bowl of soup for you to try first."

"Replenishing soup?" Mo Liancheng coldly swept over the items that Yin Xiangnong brought up, his eyebrows just raised. Suddenly, she stood up, and her hand stretched out instantly. She pinched Yin Xiangnong's neck and asked, "Yin Wang's soup?"

boom!

It sounded crisply, and the soup bowl in Yin Xiangnongyu's hand was unsteady, fell to the ground, and instantly broke into pieces!

The soup was poured all at once.

"Cough, cough, lord, you, what's wrong with you, is it because you did something wrong?" Yin Xiangnong was startled and looked straight at Mo Liancheng.

(End of this chapter)