He suddenly remembered everything that happened today and almost jumped up. With an angry look on his face: "Fangfei, you, you..."
"Me what?"
He was slumped and his whole body was weak. At this time, his consciousness gradually became rational. She didn't take the opportunity to harm herself when she was sick, so how could she deliberately poison the prince? Besides, whether the prince recovered or not was still an important factor in whether she could escape.
Weight.
After all, I was still timid in my heart. I was actually afraid of getting bad news, so it took me a long time to ask: "What's wrong with the prince?"
"I asked around, he's not dead yet."
He was overjoyed, but didn't know how to express his joy. He took the medicine and was about to drink it when he heard her sarcastic voice: "Drink it? Do you really want to drink it? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow?"
He picked up the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then placed the bowl on the table.
"Fangfei, can my cold syndrome be cured?"
Fang Fei bit her lip, can it be done? It depends on his conditions, doesn't it?
That little bit of cunning fell right into Luo Jia's eyes. This little, cunning person. He sighed deeply in his heart, how could he bear to put her on the fire? How could he bear it? He was even furious before.
He pinched her neck from time to time and felt scared.
He suddenly whispered: "Fangfei, do you hate me?"
Without thinking, she said: "Hate!"
How could I not hate him? The fate of my life was destined by him. Even a little bit of the warm gratitude from the past was cut off by the marks on my neck.
He suddenly felt his heart beating, and he always had a terrible illusion, thinking of that small, greasy body being held in his arms. Then he remembered that since he had been worrying about sacrifices and praying for rain, in order to show his sincerity, he stayed away from
The palace and its concubines have not been close to women for a long time.
He was startled by his own thoughts. He looked at Fang Fei again, but saw that her white robe was soft and intact, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Especially her big forehead and bright eyes, she was still the cute little piggy she was when she was a child.
, only when he said the word "hate", his eyes were full of anger.
Seeing her staring at him intently, he called her: "Fangfei, come here."
But she still stared at him, her eyes full of bargaining chips.
"Fangfei, do you still want to live?"
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