His fists were clenched, his knuckles turning white. Yin Vulture's cold eyes were fixed on the direction in which she disappeared, and then he slowly turned around, shooting coldly at Wan Qixun, and said slowly, "Seventh brother, are you talking to me?" Is the fourth brother an enemy?"
"Fourth brother, you are worrying too much." Wan Qixun responded calmly, not impatient or impatient.
"Humph," Wan Qiqing sneered, stretched out his hand to remove a shy lily of the valley that bowed its head, and saw the flash of love in Wan Qiqing's eyes, adding a touch of cruelty to his smile.
"You and your sixth brother don't seem to pay much attention to my fourth brother." They actually took away his abandoned concubine and placed her in Nianxi Palace in a grand manner.
"Could it be that Fourth Brother wants to go back on his word and make a new concubine?" Wan Qixun stared at him quietly, not afraid of the intimidating aura.
"Lao Qi," Wan Qiqing stroked the broken flowers in his hand, "I heard that you seem to have delusions about fourth brother's abandoned concubine?"
Looking at the delicate flower that had long since lost its vitality, Wan Qihan slowly lowered his gaze and said in an indifferent voice like the wind, "Why not?"
The crisp sound of breaking branches made Wan Qiyuan raise his eyes again, feeling a little sad and a little... relieved.
"Haha," Wan Qiqing suddenly laughed wildly, "Lao Qi, Lao Qi, what do you want Fourth Brother to say?" The laughter stopped suddenly and looked at him expressionlessly, "I will cure your illness first before doing anything else. Be delusional!"
After that, he threw the broken flower to the ground and walked out of the garden arrogantly. His abandoned concubine seemed to be very popular. Even a seriously ill person like his seventh brother was moved by the mortal heart. Hum, what would he do to her? Good!
Picking up the broken flower body, he buried it in the soil gently. Suddenly, his weak body shook twice and cut it to the side...
After sending the imperial doctor away, Xiao Yu kept sitting in front of the bed, wiping the cold sweat from the forehead of the man on the bed with a handkerchief, and calling out softly from time to time, "King Hao, King Hao..."
Wan Qihan, who was already pale, had his eyes tightly closed, sweat dripping from time to time on his forehead, and his lips were chapped. Xiao Yu soaked the handkerchief and gently applied it to his thin lips.
Mai Mai's hands couldn't help twisting the corners of her clothes, staring at him intently.
Why did he faint? Did Wan Qiqing say something serious? Where can I find such a fourth brother? It’s okay to hate her, why should I be at odds with my own brother?
Deep self-blame surged in his heart. His health was not good to begin with. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have to wade through this muddy water.
"If there is anything wrong with the king, it's all your fault!" Xiao Yu's words pierced her heart like a knife.
Mai Mai kept looking at him, never looking away for a moment.
Xiao Yu snorted angrily, "Humph, she is obviously King Qing's waste concubine, why do you want to live in King Qi's palace! Don't you know that this will bring shame to him?" Xiao Yu became angrier as he spoke. He turned his worries into anger and vented them all, "King Wang is in poor health and has to deal with the troubles you have caused. Don't you have any sense of shame?"
She bit her lower lip and turned her head away. She was not angry, nor did she feel aggrieved. Instead, she thought that what Xiao Yu said was not wrong at all. What he needed now was silence, but what had she brought to him? Endless rumors. , brotherly hatred...
"Xiao Yu..." The low and hoarse voice brought the two of them back to their senses.
"King Wang, are you awake?" Xiao Yu's excited smile was like a bright flower.
Mai Mai was overjoyed, but her feet that wanted to step forward stopped in place.
His pale eyes glanced over, taking in everything about her, then he closed them slightly, and the still ethereal voice escaped from his throat, "It has nothing to do with you."
Tears flowed silently down the corners of his eyes, streaking a rugged tear trail.