"Yes, I would like to listen to Miss Luoyang's instructions."

The boy kneeling in the outer hall bowed his head neatly on the ground and didn't make a sound when he exited.

"Really, I don't know what the imperial doctor thought of the disease. He was obviously sweating, but he still had to not let him take off the quilt or wipe the sweat. What if the wind blows in and he gets a cold?" The little fingers tugged.

The little girl looked worried while holding the handkerchief, talking to herself.

"Sister Luoyang, it's been three days and three nights, can you do it without eating or drinking? How about you take a rest without letting me watch?"

A fat little girl walked in from the door, holding a kettle cover glazed with colorful phoenix in her hand.[

"Don't be so talkative. If you don't take good care of the prince, even if you have a hundred heads, you won't be able to chop him off. Get the water quickly."

He waved to the fat girl to hurry up and pour the water, with a somewhat impatient look on his face.

"Yes, Sister Luoyang."

He skillfully took out the cup, washed it quickly, and wiped it dry with a dry handkerchief, then poured a full cup of warm water and handed it to Luoyang's hand.

"It takes so long to pour water. It seems like we should send you to the Xiza Hall to get some exercise."

Take a sip with your small mouth, taste the temperature, and taste the taste. The most important thing is whether the product is poisonous or not. Otherwise, if something messy gets mixed into the water, the prince will be in danger.

After waiting and trying to be okay, Luoyang calmly put the water into the mouth of the man with a silver spoon.

"No, Sister Luoyang, I'm going to show you something. I'm going to honor you. You have to put in a good word for me in front of the prince."

The fat girl secretly took out a small notebook from her arms and handed it to Luoyang, with a sly smile on her face.

"What is this? Ah? Bah! You are not serious, show me this kind of thing. I won't hand you over to Mother Qin."

After taking a look out of curiosity, Luoyang's little face suddenly sank. He grabbed the fat girl's ears and walked out, completely forgetting that there was a sick person lying on the bed.

"Oh, oh, sister Luoyang, please forgive me, I don't dare to do this anymore."

The fat girl's begging for mercy came one after another, which more or less disturbed the man's sleep, causing the man who was still in a dream to slowly open his eyes in sadness.

"This, this is?"

His body twisted uncomfortably, and the brocade quilt covering Tan Shang's body suddenly fell off, revealing a pair of clear eyes looking around.

Magnificent? Golden walls and brilliant yellow? It’s a very grand old house.

There are large houses and small houses, with halls and halls connected, and houses surrounding each other, which are either covered or connected by hollow jade screens inlaid with gold.

The furnishings in the hall are also very varied.

There are majestic calligraphy couplets, exquisite antiques with ancient charm, and delicate needlework and silk embroidery. The most eye-catching thing is the end of the bed where she is sitting, with her head bent.

There is a picture of a handsome man about two meters long and four meters wide.[

Wait! Wait! Pictures of handsome men?

The man on the bed rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he looked again, it suddenly became clear that it was really a picture of a handsome man.

"Oh my god! Have I arrived in Yu'er's world?"

The fallen man slapped his forehead hard, oh, it really hurts!

It’s not a dream!

Then can’t I see Yu’er?

But?

The fallen man turned his green little hands in front of his eyes and let out an eardrum-piercing scream of "Ah!"

What happened? Why is my body so small?

The second before he fell into coma, Leng Yuhan was helplessly shocked.

The real master of her body seems to be a little baby? And his net worth seems to be very powerful?
Chapter completed!