The way Long Qian looked at Chu Dongling was a little different from everyone else's.
It is a fact that he searched for her all day and night, and it is also a fact that he protected her all day and night.
You're not really sick, are you?
Long Qian stood up and reached out to him.
As soon as her hand touched Chu Dongling's forehead, he coughed again.
"You don't have a fever?" Long Qian pursed her lips.
"The prince is in good health and will not get sick easily, but no one is a saint, so how can he stay awake for three days and two nights without eating or drinking?" Yun Hongsi sighed.
Looking at the prince's appearance, her salary increase will definitely not be a problem.
Long Qian sat down, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Chu Dongling: "Drink some tea first."
Chu Dongling put his palm to his lips and had no intention of taking the teacup.
Long Qian stretched out his hands and brought the cup to his lips.
Chu Dongling put down his palm, opened his lips, and took a sip of tea.
Long Qian put down the teacup, picked up a piece of pastry with chopsticks and said, "Would you like a bite?"
If you look carefully, he seems to have some dark circles under his eyes.
No matter what, it was her fault for leaving privately.
Not only did he not blame her, he also roasted chicken legs for her and exercised her to remove toxins.
If he really gets sick, she will be responsible.
Wen Qian almost rolled his eyes as he watched Chu Dongling open his mouth to eat pastries.
"Xiao Qianqian, don't let him..."
Before Wen Qian could finish his words, "Xiao Qianqian, don't be deceived by him, he is not that weak." Ji Feng threw a pot of tea in front of him.
"General Wen Qian, please have tea!"
Wen Qian looked at the rude guy and really rolled his eyes this time.
Wood is just wood, and his people are not much better!
"Wen Qian, what did you ask me to do?" Long Qian took a bite of pastry with a smile on his lips.
Are all ancient pastries so delicious? They are sweet but not greasy, making people feel happy.
No wonder the man next to him looked better after eating it.
"General Wen Qian, be careful that the tea is poisonous." Yun Hongsi warned softly.
Wen Qian's mouth that he just opened could only be closed.
He looked away, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea: "It's okay, little Qianqian."
"By the way, you live in the magistrate's house now?" Long Qian asked.
"Yeah." Wen Qian looked at her and nodded.
Long Qian stood up, fed Chu Dongling some tea, and said, "Do you know who we met in the mountains?"
"Who?" Wen Qian took a sip of tea and put down the cup.
"The prince also knows Shangguan Jingshu, the former magistrate of Qinglian Town." Long Qian took a bite of pastry and looked sideways at Chu Dongling.
I don’t know whether it’s because the prince is so powerful or because Shangguan Jingshu is famous, but the prince actually remembers a county magistrate who had retired for several years.
"Shangguan Jingshu?" Wen Qian frowned.
He doesn’t know him!
"What's going on?" Wen Qian looked at Chu Dongling and asked.
Long Qian looked up at Chu Dongling again, and seeing that he was silent, she said, "Shangguan Jingshu said that he was forced to retire back then."
"He did not want to participate in the sale of women. Not only was he forced to resign, he was also hunted down."
Long Qian took a bite of the cake, swallowed it, and looked at Yun Tianjing.
"Tian Jing said that the disappearance of the woman in Jinghua Town is related to the current magistrate. It may not be false."
"According to Shangguan Jingshu, the rapid development of the brothel industry in Qinglian Town is closely related to the government."
Wen Qian kept playing with the teacup in his hand. When Long Qian finished speaking, he asked: "Xiao Qianqian, how can I help?"
Long Qian didn't expect that he would ask himself, isn't there another King Ling here?
Before Long Qian could speak, Chu Dongling's cool and mellow voice sounded.
He looked at her slapping little face and said, "Tell me what you think."
