Chapter 91: Visit

The news brought back by Xuan Kun made Murong Yifei somewhat skeptical. He didn't even see anyone. It was a child who came out to block the car. This must be Liu Xinmei's misfortune.
"Come on, change the dress for Ben Wang." Since Xuan Kun couldn't get in, then he went in person to see who could stop him.
"Princess, the princess is sick." Xuan Kun thought that the prince did not hear what he said.
"Yes, this king is just going to visit the doctor." No one can dismiss the reason for Murong Yifei.
Uh, whatever you want! But is it really good to care about a patient?
Murong Yifei's daily clothes are mostly in black and white, and only a few pieces of slightly bright colors are prepared for attending some grand and festive occasions. Xuan Kun brought five or six sets of clothes for him to choose. Lord An wore a white gown with light blue patterns embroidered on the cuffs and bottom, and the long figure lined up was more Yushulinfeng.
Xuan Kun secretly slaughtered: Grandpa, do we go to the hospital? The subordinates thought you would dress up for a trip!
"Yeye is here." There was a few tens of meters away from the gate of Ruyan Pavilion, and Xuan Kun shouted loudly.
Although the people inside heard it, Liu Ye'er was not there, and no one dared to welcome it.
Liu Xinmei also heard, a ridiculous smile on his lips, he really kept his promise, the seven-day covenant, in fact, none of them forgot, he came to fulfill the contract.
"Liuye'er, go out to meet you! I can't do that anymore. I'm top-heavy and I can't get up anymore." Liu Xinmei immediately became weaker by three points than he was just now.
Xiaoyu followed, but she didn't have the guts to stay here.
"Father King." He looked at Xuan Kun with dissatisfaction and said that his mother was sick and could not disturb her to rest. Did he fail to make it clear or did Xuan Shiwei forget to tell Father Wang?
Where did this boy come from so much hostility? Murong Yifei was a little sulky, what kind of mother taught what kind of son, their mother and son were as cold as him!
"The slave-servant has seen the prince." Liu Yeer bowed her knees.
"How about your master?" Murong Yifei asked condescendingly.
"Back to the prince, the princess was in the rain yesterday. I couldn't afford to fall ill." Liu Yeer bit her lip, wondering if the prince's trip was a blessing or a curse.
"Isn't it brave to say that I can survive it? Why did a wind chill fall down?" Murong Yifei said coldly.
Liu Yeer's heart was like a deer bump. When it was over, the prince was in revenge, and he came to embarrass the princess.
"The prince forgives sins and always takes care of the slaves." Liu Ye'er only hopes that she can take some responsibility for the princess.
Murong Yifei felt that she would inevitably lower her identity with a girl, so she waved her hand generously: "Get up, since I'm sick, this king will go and see."
Liu Ye'er stood up tremblingly, busy going to the curtain, and invited the prince to enter, while looking at Xuankun with searching eyes. Xuan Kun just smiled bitterly. The thought of the prince was always hard to guess. He was really not a roundworm in the belly of the prince. He would guess everything.
Liu Xinmei knew that he had come in, but leaned on the bedside and looked at him lazily.
After seeing for a long time, Murong Yifei finally walked over and stood at a foot in front of the bed. A pair of long and narrow eyes looked at her with great interest, perhaps because of the fever, the plain white face was dyed. A little blush, but a little bit more charming. The dark eyes stared at him without turning, not half afraid. Due to the problem of perspective, she had to raise her head to see him, so she was a little angry.
"Sick?" He smiled.
"Well." She nodded generously.
"Isn't it mean that a cheap person can get through it easily?" There was no temperature in his tone.
"Yes, do you think I can't survive it?" She may be tired, holding her jaw with her hand, insisting stubbornly.
"It's just a typhoid," he said disdainfully.
"It's just a typhoid fever." She didn't even think about it.
"Liu Xinmei, when you owe this king's debts, when are you going to pay it back?" As soon as such a shameless word came out, Xuankun immediately flashed the people, and he directly carried Liu Ye'er out. It was inappropriate for children, although they were adults.
What should come is still coming, some things and some people are destined to hide and can not escape. Liu Xinmei is still laughing, but the bottom of his heart despise the man in front of him even more, even a patient is not let go, or is it not a human?
She simply lay down, and she took the initiative to remove the clothes on her body. You looked like a knife and I looked like fish, but I greeted the eighteenth generation of Murong Yifei's ancestor.
With a wave of hands, thin Jin was rewrapped to her body, and Murong Yifei asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
Liu Xinmei rolled his eyes wide, please, did not bring his brain out, did not bring his eyes? Don't pretend to be like a virgin, my old lady, I don't even know if I'm still a virgin, but is she really innocent?
Jin quilt's body trembles a little, saying that she is not nervous or afraid, that is bluffing, but she still said sternly, "Repay the debt! Save you every day."
Murong Yifei was choked, er, who is thinking about it every day, can this woman's mouth be so poisonous?
"Recuperate well, this king doesn't like a piece of wood." Murong Yifei said a little bit disgusted.
You are wood, your family is wood! Liu Xinmei secretly cursed and secretly rejoiced that her innocence could be preserved for the time being.
Her face was flushed. Although it had nothing to do with lust, he couldn't help but tighten his throat and swallowed quietly. This woman has become more and more charming, and suddenly she doesn't want to let her go so freely. You can pay if you can see if she can eat.
"Hurry up, if you owe the king, the king will naturally recover the profit." He said fiercely, Huang Shiren, who got rid of the door and forced the debt.
Is this going to be Qijiro overnight? Liu Xinmei didn't dare to be sure that his small body could withstand it. Wrapping herself tightly into a dumpling, she mumbled and said: "You don't want it, why should I pay interest? Don't even think about it!"
Murong Yifei couldn't help laughing, is this woman challenging his patience? Her big hand covered her forehead, and she felt a shock of her body, huh, huh, this was scared. Wasn't it just hard?
He reached up and lifted her chin, and sharply captured the panic in her eyes, and the evil smile: "With this sickly body Cheng Huan, do you think this king is so uncomfortable?"
Qing Lingling's eyes stared at him. She asked, "Isn't it? The prince always likes to bully the weak?"