"Ah?" Xiaomei watched as Qingyi scrambled onto the bed, covered herself with a quilt, and stood there in astonishment. Didn't the princess want to find the king just now? Why is the king here now?
, the princess hid instead, and she was asked to stop the king?
"Xiaoxiao?" Ling Aojue couldn't hear the response and walked towards the door.
Seeing that Xiaomei was still stunned, Qingyi hurriedly shouted outside, "Uncle, I fell asleep. It's not convenient to see you now."
Fell asleep?
Hearing the slightly hoarse nasal voice inside, Ling Aojue frowned deeply, pushed the door open and walked in. A strong aura came over her, and Xiaomei knelt down subconsciously, "I have seen Wang.
"
Ling Aojue didn't even glance at Xiaomei, and walked towards the bed behind the screen. When Qing heard the footsteps, her heart beat involuntarily.
"Uncle, I'm asleep, please don't disturb my sleep!" Qingyi said this with unusual confidence. As Ling Aojue's footsteps approached, she hid her entire body under the quilt.
Ling Aojue stepped forward, reached out and pulled down the quilt that Qingyi was holding tightly in her hand, revealing her small head and a pair of jealous eyes that kept wandering around.
"What? Are you sick?" Ling Aojue could tell at a glance that Qingyi's face looked ugly. His big palm covered her forehead. She did have a fever.
"Uncle, I have nothing to do! Also, this matter has nothing to do with Xiaomei. You are not allowed to drive Xiaomei away!" Qing Yi protested righteously, using his uninjured hand to hold the quilt.
Ling Ao looked at her calmly and saw her little heart beating loudly. She always felt that the uncle was the most eerie and terrifying when he didn't speak, which made her heart beat faster.
"Uncle..." Qingyi compromised, pitifully stretched out the little hand holding the quilt, and carefully pulled Ling Aojue, "I'm really fine. Are you okay? You haven't woken up yet, I
I’m so worried about you.”
"Little thing..." Ling Aojue looked at the little thing acting coquettishly with him, and couldn't bear to say harsh words anymore. He had no choice but to rub Qingyi's hair and said outside the room, "Zhan Yang, go find Doctor Wu.
.”
Qingyi blinked. In fact, she wanted to ask Ling Aojue who the woman who caused him injury was.
After so many years, although Qing Yi doesn't understand what Ling Aojue is thinking, he still knows a lot about some of his habits and behavior. Ling Ao is by no means the kind of person who saves people casually.
"Xiaoxiao, during this period, you should have a good rest. If nothing happens, don't leave Qingyi Pavilion. Also, it will be your eleventh birthday soon. You are no longer a child. Don't come here at night in the future.
It's my bedroom." Before Qingyi could speak, Ling Aojue had already stood up, looked at her with a stern face, and said this very formally.
As soon as Ling Aojue finished speaking, he saw Qingyi lowering his eyes, drooping his head like an abandoned puppy, but there were some things that Ling Aojue had to do.
Qingyi didn't know what happened, but she secretly glanced at Ling Aojue and saw that he was very determined at this time. She knew that there was no use pretending to be pitiful. Since this trick was useless, she would use another one.
Qingyi nodded obediently, "Uncle, I'm very obedient. Although I can't sleep without uncle, I will definitely work hard and get used to it."
Seeing Qingyi's change of expression so quickly, Ling Aojue felt a little hesitant in his heart, but thinking of how quirky this little thing was, this feeling was only fleeting.