Chapter 2050: The Wolf King of Fanwai (46)

Chapter 2050: The Wolf King Outside (46)
The maid was very angry and did not understand why the Four Highnesses were so good to a woman who did not have him in her eyes, but she did not want such a good girl like Liu.
Girl Liu is too good and has a crush on him. Such a girl is afraid that no man can refuse it.
unfortunately……
Her favorite is her Four Highness.
"Miss Liu, don't worry, slaves will give this bowl of soup to His Royal Highness."
Liu Qingqing smiled and moved: "Trouble you, but don't let the four princes know that I sent it, otherwise, I'm afraid ... he won't necessarily drink the soup."
"Slaves understand."
The waitress saluted Liu Qingqing and retreated.
The smile on Liu Qingqing's face gradually disappeared. She pursed her lips and stared at the direction in which the maid was leaving.
In a pair of eyes, the initial tangle was gone.
To this day, there is no turning back.
She finally looked at where the maid was leaving, turned, walked towards the yard, and gradually disappeared into the sun.
...
Murong Qing was sitting in the study, rubbing his temples with his hands, and holding a book in front of him, he took it seriously.
The study door was pushed open, and the maid came in with a bowl of soup.
Murong said without looking up: "Just put it here."
Hearing that the maid put Tang down, she turned and left.
After she left, the study was quiet again.
Maybe it's Liu Qingqing's sake. In the past few days, Murong Qing's face has not been better. He even locked himself in the study and never went out.
He was thirsty when he read a book, and then thought of the soup on the side.
Fortunately, the soup was still a little hot. He poured a bowl by himself and took a sip of lightly to his lips.
The soup today has a strange taste, but I can't tell what the strange place is, and it's not the same as what I usually drink.
It may be that the dining room has changed a new approach.
Therefore, Murong Qing didn't think too much, he drank this bowl of soup directly.
When the soup was in the stomach, Murong Qing felt a little hot, and that feeling made him unable to concentrate on reading.
His hands clenched tightly in his heart, and it was painful to breathe.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spit out a spit of blood, which was scattered on the ground, red and red, shocking.
It hurts ...
Murong Qing was really weak, his knees gradually fell to the ground, his heart was panicked, his throat was a little sweet, and his vision became blurred.
In the vagueness, a delicate and beautiful face appeared in his mind.
If he died ...
If she died here, she would never see Xiaxia girl in her life.
He could never see the smile that made him worry.
But during this time, he only wanted to be quiet, so he drove everyone out of the study and did not allow anyone to enter.
He wanted to speak and shout, but all the voices couldn't come out when he reached the throat. He squeezed his clothes tightly, and failed to shout for several times to call for help.
But as he turned his head, he found the soup bowl on the table.
Murong held out his hand tremblingly, took the soup bowl and slammed it on the ground.
Although Murong Qing did not allow anyone to come in and disturb him, there were guards outside the study.
The sound of this frame disturbed the outside guards.
The guard rushed in and saw Murong Qing collapsed to the ground at a glance. His legs were softened and his voice was frightened.
(End of this chapter)