Chapter 11: No solution

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"No, you guy has already woken up and didn't notify me. It keeps me worried about you." As soon as he entered the door, Lei Yufeng was dissatisfied.
Mo Wenchen gave him a white look: "You can't see with long eyes."
Lei Yufeng sat down helplessly and shook his head: "I didn't expect that your princess was really simple, dozens of well-known theologians on the rivers and lakes shook their heads to prepare you for the funeral, and even let her have a golden needle His life was picked up. "
I don't care.
After hearing this, Mo Wenchen frowned and looked at Leng Yan: "What did you find?"
Leng Yan froze a bit: "The princess has been bland and ordinary since she was little, and she is not favored in Xiangfu. Her maid is just a timid woman."
Nodded his head, Mo Wenchen thought for a moment: "What happened to her yesterday? I didn't apply enough needles today."
Lei Yufeng smiled and didn't speak.
My heart said that of course there wasn't enough strength. I can still give you a needle after such a serious injury, which is already pretty good.
"Insufficient strength?" Leng Yan also staggered for a moment. He thought that the princess was not quite right today, but he didn't care.
"That's right." Mo Wenchen's eyes flashed with confusion: "But, for now, Wang wants to know why she took the initiative to detoxify Wang."
"That's a question. Of course, I want to turn around and take charge. You put her magnificent gold and a princess in the Huanyi Bureau, which makes her feel embarrassed." Lord Leibao looked very clear.
"That makes sense," Leng Yan echoed.
Mo Wenchen didn't nod his head, and for a long while, said, "I can't rule this out, but she hasn't shown anything in the past two months. Why did I suddenly want to open ..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lord Leiburg said he didn't know.
Cold words shook his head.
"That being the case ..." Mo Wenchen's mouth twitched a bit of laughter, with a little bitterness and coldness.
After a cold war, Lei Yufeng shook his head: "It's really unfortunate that Su Qiqi met you."
In fact, Leng Yan also wanted to reconcile, seeing that his uncle's bad eyes could only endure.
Glancing at Lei Yufeng fiercely, Mo Wenchen picked out the corner of his eye: "Tomorrow, I will spread the news that the king is awake."
Su Qiqi supported the return to the Shenyi Bureau, but the housekeeper asked a few times along the way, because her face had begun to pale, but Su Qiqi had never said it, only to say that she was a bit tired.
The little girl in the same room also asked Dong Wenxi with concern, and Su Qiqi could only answer with a smile and was all right.
She knew that Hua Qianzi would not stop there.
Everything has just begun.
If she knew Mo Wenchen, she would soon wake up, and wondering if she would be in a hurry, she really sent someone to kill herself.
Looking up at the sky, there were scattered snowflakes again. The medicine given by Lei Yufeng was very good. In one day, the pain was relieved a lot, but the injury on the lungs could only be managed by herself.
She couldn't sit still, so Su Qiqi had to find a way.
On the last day of applying the needle, Su Qiqi's strength was much more stable. She had to seize the opportunity to at least get rid of her identity as a woman in a costume.
Until all the gold needles were wiped and tested, Su Qiqi still looked at Mo Wenchen, the man's envious face of the woman, and he fell asleep with a bit of humanity, not the kind of cruelty.
This is his husband, his own dependence, but what does he give himself ...
A bitter smile, what he brought to him ...
Blame yourself for being inferior? Su Qiqi never cared about his face.
It was not until Qi Leng coughed softly that Su Qiqi returned to God.
Packed the gold needles, hesitated slightly, and turned to leave.
As soon as Su Qiqi's forefoot left, Lei Yufeng turned and arrived.
Mo Wenchen also opened his eyes, and there was a cold flash under his eyes. When he saw Lei Yufeng, he returned to nature: "Is there a cure for antidote?"
Lei Yufeng, who had a seven-point smile on his face, froze, but shook his head helplessly: "The antidote for this poison has not yet come out."
"What do you mean?" Anxious.
On the other hand, Mo Wenchen had the same complexion, just staring at Lei Yufeng and waiting for him.