MTL - Disabled Prince and Silly Princess: Substitutive Bride and Genius Doctor- the Seventh Miss-Chapter 1171 Inexplicable
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In fact, Xia Yongling asked that, but in an anxiety, he found an excuse to divert the topic. Although the topic was a bit dangerous, but Mr Wang did not continue to scold him.
Thinking, Xia Yongling hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang is right, the most loyal and talented scholar in the Xia family was Mr. Wang, but Mr. Zhou and Mr. Nalan may ... more so, to his father ’s eyes, to Mr. Wang The most unfair, I am Xia Yongling on behalf of my father to repay the crime. "With his hands folded, he bowed deeply.
"..." Wang Qian's face changed, and he finally sighed.
Xia Yongling continued, "As for the matter just now, please ask Mr. Wang to give me a few more days. Although expensive as the king of a country, the emperor does not actually handle the state affairs. His heart is just a woman next door. It should just be too sudden. Therefore, I believe that when the emperor tomorrow will forget about seven or eight, I will try again. "
Wang Qian wanted to stop talking, as if he was thinking about something, and finally sighed deeply, "Well, my subordinates were too anxious so they didn't have a good attitude. They also asked the master to have a lot of people, and don't have common sense with villains. Then he bowed.
"No no no, since Xia's family fell, my husband has always given me Xia Yongling. I only appreciate how it is possible for him to blame him. My anger is also because I am not angry, but please give me some time, if ... if The emperor would not change his mind, I ... I ... "The words that followed were hesitant but could not speak.
"Forget it, son, please do it for yourself." Wang Qian threw down a sentence and turned to the secret road.
Less hectare.
Wang Qian left, and the room fell into silence.
Xia Yongling only felt that the room was very stuffy and went to the yard.
The night was getting deeper, and the moon in the sky was getting more and more round. Xia Yongling looked at Yuanyue but thought of not his hometown and family, but various struggles.
...
At the same time, the other side.
Midsummer turned on the stewardess mode, circling beside Ye Liuli, "The emperor, don't meet anyone alone next time, it's too dangerous! What if someone stabs? The emperor is in danger, what should we do? Not that we are afraid of death, It's better to enslave to death than to hurt the emperor. "
Ye Liuli did not speak, sitting quietly on the soft collapse near the window, expressionless, thoughtful.
"If the emperor ca n’t believe in slaves, call Sister Yuzhu beside him," Midsummer still chattering. "If the emperor is worried about sister Yuzhu, but is afraid of the slaves leaking secrets, he will dumb the slaves, and the slaves will not write a few words, so they will not leak Now. "
Ye Liuli Shengsheng interrupted his thoughts, turned his head to look at midsummer like a monster, "Are you crazy? Dumb dumb is dumb dumb? Do you know how painful dumb is? Even loyal is not so loyal. Hey, why are you crying? "
Seeing a red eye circle in midsummer, she cried with her mouth open.
Ye Liuli reluctantly began to coax, "Good summer, I know you are for my good, everything is for my sake, good, I promise you to take you wherever you go next time?"
"Really?" Stars in midsummer.
"Of course it is true," Ye Liuli winked, jokingly. "But what if there are assassins? Are you protecting me or am I protecting you?"
"Of course, slaves protect the emperor, slaves ... Even if slaves can't beat them, they can still block the sword, and slaves have a loud voice."
"You seem to make a lot of sense. In that case, you really should take you," Ye Liuli smiled and reached out and pinched mid-Xia's cheek.
"Okay! Slaves have to learn!" Midsummer was very excited.
Ye Liuli looked at the sky slightly dawning outside the window, and sighed, "It's not early, you go to rest." Why Xia Yongling called out suddenly, why did she think things were not so simple?
Why is there a kind of anxiety in my heart, but this anxiety is getting stronger and stronger, and I just feel that the anxiety is getting closer and closer to myself?
Midsummer hesitated, "Emperor, can slavery sleep on the floor in the room tonight? After this day, slavery can't rest assured."
