He called Ling Xiaodi innocently, his voice was soft and timid. When everyone's eyes turned to him because of his cry, suddenly, his body went limp, as boneless as cotton, and he fell to the ground.
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"Your Majesty..." Chen Xi shouted, his heart lifted high.
"Yang'er..." Emperor Ling Xiao strode up to Feng Qingyang and just squatted down. Before he had time to take a closer look, foam overflowed from the corner of a certain man's lips again.
The foam-like liquid hangs on the jade-like handsome face, which makes the scene very disharmonious.
While it was disharmonious, it also shocked everyone present.
Among them, Chen Xi is included.
She examined Feng Qingyang carefully, feeling suspicious in her heart. The bowl of medicine clearly didn't contain so much strong ingredients, so why was he frothing again?
When she was nervous, she concentrated her energy in her hands and was about to give Feng Qingyang the catalytic medicinal soup. Suddenly, from an angle that no one else noticed, a certain man quietly pulled the corner of Chen Xi's clothes.
Chen Xi lowered her eyes and saw the long, slender bamboo-like hand on the corner of her clothes playfully signaling, and she secretly let out a breath.
What a good boy, I even deceived him!
The stone in her heart quietly fell to the ground, and she watched sympathetically as a certain anxious emperor condensed his true energy in his palms and sent it to Feng Qingyang's body again.
Yeah, yeah, someone is sending Qinqin Qi to Mr. Qinqin, don’t give it up in vain.
Miss Xi'er looked at it with tears in her eyes, not feeling guilty at all.
Instead, he clenched his fist and encouraged Feng Qingyang: "Master, you have to hold on! Father will save you!"
The unspoken meaning is: Master, eat as much as you can! It’s a rare opportunity!
Can--
"Pfft..." The corners of Mr. Mou's lips twitched, and he foamed even more. His face, as beautiful as a begonia, was as white as paper, and his frail appearance seemed as if he would die with the wind as long as the wind blew harder.
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"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Chen Xi raised his eyebrows, didn't he want to be so angry?
Emperor Ling Xiao's face changed. The more Qi condensed in his palm, the paler Feng Qingyang's face became.
Finally, he was so frightened that he had to withdraw his palms and hurriedly ordered someone to go to Xuanyu Medical.
After a while, the imperial doctors who were waiting outside Xiaolin Garden hurried in. Before they could salute Emperor Ling Xiao and others, Emperor Ling Xiao shouted: "Stop kneeling, come here quickly and show Yang'er. Take a look."
What's going on?"
"Here!" The imperial doctors did not dare to waste a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward with their backs bent.
Before his hand could catch Feng Qingyang's pulse, the man with clenched eyes and twitching suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the old doctor who tried to touch his hand.
The old imperial doctor was shocked, and the inexplicable fear made him subconsciously take two steps back.
Emperor Ling Xiao frowned: "...Yang'er, you..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang suddenly grabbed Chen Xi's clothes and screamed.
"Don't sting me, poisonous wasp, don't sting me, get away, get away..."
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Feng Qingyang was struggling in excitement, and his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a perfect arm like white jade.
The arm was lean and strong, with skin as good as snow. At the joint, a small red and swollen wound was extremely obvious.
"What's this?"
Chen Xi suddenly grabbed Feng Qingyang's hand and widened his eyes: "My lord, have you been stung?"
"Don't sting me, wasp, go away, get out..."
The "paniced" Mr. suddenly grabbed Chen Xi's little foot, as if he had been beaten to death, and forcefully took off the embroidered shoes embroidered with colorful butterflies. He raised his arm and smashed it at Nalan Lianrong.