Chapter 93: joke

Dreaming back to see Ye Xingyu waking up and hurriedly retracting his hand, his eyes seemed to be surprised, as relieved, and like something else. He shouted happily: "You are awake! Seeing you suffer such a serious injury behind you, I really I'm afraid you won't be able to make it, don't you have martial arts? How come you beat you down on the ground with your 20s?"
Right, isn't the body of the martial artist hard? I fell down all at once...
"Well, I was hurt very badly. Menghui... Menghui, this prince can't survive this time, don't be sad when the prince dies! The prince is in the sky...will...will protect you ..."
The exuberance just now seemed to be just a glimpse, and immediately turned into a Yan Yan look again.
A panic flashed in Menghui's eyes, and he stammered: "You...you won't really be going to die?"
Isn't this guy... lying to her?
Ye Xingyu nodded weakly, his voice low and gentle, containing a faint sadness: "Really, can this be a joke? I really want to die, cough cough..."
After talking, he coughed a few times, as if afraid of something, quickly covered it with a handkerchief, and was about to hide it in his arms, and was quickly grasped by Menghui's eyes.
Seeing the blood stains on it, Menghui's eyes widened: "This...what's going on? Why did you vomit blood?"
He tightly grasped Ye Xingyu's arm, a few tears flashed in his eyes, and choked up: "How could this happen? Isn't it just being beaten with twenty big boards? Why are you going to die?"
Immediately loosened Ye Xingyu's arm, stood up, pursed his tears, and said, "Wait for me, I will ask the imperial doctor to treat you."
Before taking a step, Ye Xingyu's arm was held by Ye Xingyu: "Menghui, the father of the prince has abandoned the prince. The imperial doctor will never heal the prince after receiving the order of the father. Now only the prince is left. I'm down, don't go, take advantage of the prince's death, accompany the prince to say a few words, otherwise, the prince will die."
Menghui didn't hear the loopholes in Ye Xingyu's words, and squatted down again, sobbing: "Okay, I'll talk with you, you can't die, you are still so young, and you have a great future waiting for you."
Ye Xingyu's mouth showed a treacherous smile, so naive, he would cry at every turn, or cry for him, could it be that he became feminine after being castrated?
It is strange to say that other women cried so much that he was upset, but the cry of Menghui made him feel distressed, because Menghui was not a woman?
Slowly stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, and said, "Don't cry, it's not a girl, isn't it embarrassing? Don't you want this prince to go uneasy?"
Menghui cried and shook his head, with pear blossoms and rain on her small face, sobbed: "No, if you die, who should I go with! Menghui has no relatives, and the missing brother has not been found. The second prince is dead. I have nowhere to go..."
Ye Xingyu's outstretched hand was stiff, a little bit hard to laugh, he quickly retracted, and shouted in a bad tone: "Go out, go out, this prince thought you were crying for the prince, which made the prince very excited, hurry up Go out, this prince doesn't want to see you again."
Who said he was crying because he was dead and had no support.
"Ah?" Meng returned his tears, looking at full of breath in surprise, except for his pale face, Ye Xingyu, who didn't look sick at all, stumbled and said: "You...you really lie to me? Look at you like this , Where is a little bit dying, I dreamed that I was really worried about you, how can you lie?"
Ye Xingyu smiled stubbornly: "This prince likes to watch you cry. A big man wants to cry like a woman. The pear blossoms are raining and pouring down. It looks like a happy mood."
"You are playing with me again!" Menghui really didn't know whether he was crying or laughing at this time, and said in a more serious tone: "You will be happy if you let me go away."
If she didn't understand anything when she first came, she would have done something impulsive again, but now she won't.
Ye Xingyu touched his chin innocently: "There won't be that day!"
Menghui snorted: "That might be, I'm stingy."
When she finds her brother, she will definitely leave. Being a is not a long-term solution.
Ye Xingyu stretched out his arms and said to Menghui: "Come, help me up!"
The dream took a step back, lest he was deceived again: "Aren't you dead?"
"The prince is injured, soon, the prince wants to drink tea, and bring tea to the prince!" Ye Xingyu gave her a white glance.
Menghui stepped forward helplessly, lifted Ye Xingyu up, and leaned him on a thick pillow: "You can lean on for a while, and I will bring you tea."
A palace lady poured a cup of freshly brewed tea and handed it to Menghui. Menghui took it and brought it to Ye Xingyu's side: "Now, drink it!"
She has always been served by others. When has she served others? But this person didn't know what was good or bad, she was really unlucky enough to get home, and met Ye Xingyu's kind of splashy skin.
"You are a slave, how can there be such a disrespectful attitude from a slave to the master?" Ye Xingyu did not pick up the tea, but instead had many opinions.
Menghui gave a strong smile and kept the gesture of toasting: "Second prince, please have tea! If it gets cold for a while, it won't taste good."
Ye Xingyu didn't even look at it: "You laughed too fake!"
The dream froze, and he breathed in hard to keep himself with a real smile: "Yes, the slave knows his mistakes, and treat the master with sincerity. Are you okay now?"
Ye Xingyu, who killed Qiandao, where did she offend him?
Ye Xingyu barely glanced at it, and said with a gratitude: "Make do."
Menghui's face raised a gratified and happy smile in time: "Then...you drink it?"
"You... feed me!"
Menghui thought that he had heard it wrong, and asked unsurely: "What...what did you just say?"
Ye Xingyu smiled with curvy eyebrows, staring straight at Menghui, and said word by word: "You--hey...me!"
Menghui's hand shook, and he forced a smile: "Second prince, are you kidding? Menghui can't."
Let her wait for him to drink water? Isn't it a joke? Besides, where did she feed others.
Ye Xingyu glanced at her, and his goal was unswerving: "No way to learn, this prince is a patient now, as the prince's personal servant, this is what you should do, soon, the prince is thirsty, come and feed the prince. ."
"it is good."
Menghui bit his scalp and brought the tea to Ye Xingyu's mouth. Her hands kept trembling. Ye Xingyu couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want to be splashed with water.
As a personal servant, he can't even drink water to wait on the master, which is really stupid.
He took it in one hand, drank it, and then handed it to Menghui: "Okay, take it down!"
Menghui breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Xingyu was still a bit humane, not bad! She would be thankful if he kept his good character.