Chapter 121: Prince can't stay

Xi Penghe shook his head and shook his head in admiration, making the queen angry from his heart.

"Brother!"

Only then did he realize that he had lost his temper, and quickly lowered his head to dispense the medicine.

"I continue to dispense the medicine...dispensing the medicine!"

The queen had no bottom in her heart, and stood up in her sleeves: "You stay here to take care of the prince. I will go to the emperor to see if he can do anything!"

Xipeng He responded with a smile and watched him leave before shaking his head and let out a long sigh.

"Junior sister, junior sister, if you control your son on weekdays and let him build fewer enemies, he won't be poisoned now. I don't know who did it!"

The prince was domineering and arrogant, he had already heard of it.

His accident was entirely reasonable, but he didn't expect such a terrible event to happen as soon as it happened.

Xi Penghe murmured and put the pill under the Prince's tongue, without knowing that there was another person in this room.

Teleported forward, Ling Luoyu looked at the motionless prince condescendingly.

The person she wants to kill is absolutely not allowed to be saved.

The prince tried to kill her again and again, and he hired Xuanhuang and other assassins at any cost to make her die without a place to bury her.

Such a person cannot stay.

He does not die, then she will die one day.

This person named Xi Penghe did have two brushes, but the medicine he had prepared was useless for her poison.

Prince, can't get through tomorrow noon.

When she turned around and was about to leave, she heard Xi Penghe mutter to herself: "Apprentice, apprentice, did you find God Huang Lingyu... If you can't find it anymore, the prince is really hopeless!"

God Huang Lingyu? !

What is it? !

No matter what it is, as long as it can save the prince's life, it is all hers!

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Dingfeng Tea House.

The largest tea house in Beijing.

Fengchenglin walked around in the Chen-style elegant room on the second floor.

In the sound of "Squeak", Ling Luoyu pushed the door and entered.

When she saw her, Feng Chenglin flew up like a straw.

"Three young masters, it's not good, something happened..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly raised his foot, kicked on his chest, and lay outside his body: "Dead fat man, remember...three meters away!"

"It's burning eyebrows, you are still in the mood three meters away!" Feng Chenglin said angrily: "The prince has something wrong..."

Ling Luoyu rose like a needle: "What happened to the prince?!"

Feng Chenglin can squeeze bitter gourd juice out of the bitter face: "Yes!"

"The prince has an accident... it's your ass?!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Ling Luoyu instantly regained his lightness and gave him a contemptuous look.

"Dead fat man! The prince has an accident, are you so excited? I don't know, I thought it was you!"

"His!" Mao Qiu shouted at Feng Chenglin twice in accordance with the atmosphere.

The wind is overwhelmed by the fire: "What are you screaming? Then sizzle and tear your hair off!"

Under threat, Mao Qiu's hair all over his body suddenly stood up, and rushed towards Feng Chenglin.

Ling Luo Yuhao's wrist sank, his eyes and hands quickly grabbed the fur ball's tail and pulled it back alive.

"Stay and go..."

She pushed a plate of dried fruit to the hair ball and pushed it aside.

"You asked me out to say this?"

Feng Chenglin felt like a needle pricked his butt, and couldn't sit down.

"Third Young Master, something happened to the prince... You said, would anyone suspect that we did it?"

Ling Luo Yuyun poured himself a cup of tea lightly, raised his eyebrows and squinted: "The prince had an accident...you did it?"

"No!"

"Then you suspect Ben Shao did it?"

"Nor!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

What are you scared of?