The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The general's mansion was silent for a month, and a secret report was introduced into the palace. There were preparations for an attack on the frontier. The emperor immediately summoned the general to the palace to discuss countermeasures.

Royal study.

Yue Mingye saluted, and the memorial on the table was thrown on him by the emperor and fell to the ground.

The emperor Longyan was furious, "Is this the surrender you said? They secretly prepared a lot."

Yue Mingye's posture remained unchanged, and his expression was solemn, "Your Majesty, if he turns his back on him again, he will be executed."

"It's easy to say, how could this happen again, I ordered you to rectify the military camp, prepare well, and fight in one month, and execute them all!"

The emperor's hostility from his body, his side glances, and the cold blade's eyes made the **** unable to stand.

"Get out."

"……Yes."

The **** left in a panic and closed the door.

The two looked at each other, and there was a sound of scolding and a broken teacup in the house.

The **** hesitated outside, stuck his head out, but couldn't see anything.

"Your Majesty has never reprimanded the general like this before. This is no trivial matter. I'm afraid that the general will be rare again."

"It's hard to say, as long as the general can make military exploits and be useful, His Majesty will not abandon him."

The **** lowered his head, listened to the whispers of the two guards, rolled his eyes, and hurriedly left the imperial study.

Fengyi Palace.

Xuanyuan Yue'er lay reclining on the couch, playing with the jewelry newly bestowed by the emperor, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her pair of jade feet were even more intertwined, attracting people to linger.

"Rewards in front of people and punishes in the back. After so many years, the way he treats generals has not changed."

The red lips parted lightly, and she threw the priceless jewelry on the ground, disdain to take another look.

This morning, the emperor conferred the marriage of the only daughter of a minister of the first grade to Yue Mingye.

He was afraid that Yue Mingye's courtyard would be deserted.

But why can anyone, but not her?

"Niangniang, the emperor's temper has skyrocketed recently, he has trouble sleeping and eating, and he frequently misses out when dealing with political affairs."

The person kneeling on the ground was the **** next to the emperor. He reported the emperor's current situation and added, "It's a pity that the ginseng soup was accidentally knocked over a few days ago and I didn't drink it."

Raising his eyes, he found Xuanyuan Yue'er staring at him, and he immediately bowed his head in panic.

"It's a good thing that he didn't drink. The poison was so violent that he collapsed all at once, which inevitably caused suspicion."

Xuanyuan Yue'er closed her eyes and said, "Could the military newspaper be stolen?"

The **** immediately took out an important letter from his sleeve, "The servants on the emperor's side have been replaced with fake ones, and the palace has also been ambushed, just waiting for the mother's order."

Xuanyuan Yue'er chuckled lightly, looking at the rare silk silk and satin above, she mocked: "You broke us up, do you think about it now? It's time for this throne to be replaced."

The news was about the same, the **** stepped down, and a few palace maids brought the medicine and clothes over, "Madame, the carriage is ready."

Her eyes were fixed on the big red wedding dress, and she immediately got out of the couch, grabbed the dress and unfolded it.

The color of joy is not stingy, she presses on her body and turns in circles, showing the shyness of a young girl.

"Quick, make up for this palace."

"Yes!"

...

Xiao Wangfu.

Ling Qingxuan came out of the house to relax, and saw that the flower garden had become a medicine garden, which was quite suitable for her.

"Hu... miss, the lord invites you to have dinner in the front hall."

The two maids were waiting outside, and when they saw Ling Qingxuan, they almost couldn't take their names back.

"Not hungry."

She brought her own small stove, set it on fire, boiled a few bowls of medicine and drank it.

The two maids looked at each other, a little embarrassed, "Miss, the doctor is also waiting in the front hall."

The little girl sat on the small bench and concentrated on decoction for herself.

The two maids had no choice but to go to King Xiao to report.

After a while, Xiao Wang brought the doctor over.

"It's this king's fault, how can I let you drag your sick body around and run around." The maids didn't expect King Xiao to apologize to her as soon as he came.

"Come on, doctor, please check her pulse for her."

King Xiao had a sword hanging from his waist, with a splendid appearance, and his hair was a little messy. It looked like he had just practiced for a while, and Ling Qingxuan was a little itchy, but he held back.

The doctor was not very old, but his eyes were a little cloudy. Ling Qingxuan slowly stretched out his hand.

The doctor glanced at Xiao Wang, put a handkerchief over her wrist, and carefully examined the pulse.

For a moment, he said in horror: "You, what kind of disease are you, you have run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, and your life span is less than a month."

King Xiao stepped forward and said nervously: "What do you mean? Are you not a doctor? Can't even diagnose any disease?"

"This..." The doctor shook his head, "I have practiced medicine for many years, and I have never seen it before. Your Majesty, if this girl has any wishes, she might as well complete it as soon as possible..."

King Xiao drew out his sword and put it on the doctor's neck, "Quack doctor."

"Wang, wangye spare your life, what this old man said is true, if you look for more doctors, the result will be the same!"

Ling Qingxuan twisted her wrist, "Don't embarrass him."

This King Xiao also heard her words, and withdrew his sword and said angrily: "Go away."

After the maid and the doctor left, King Xiao stared at Ling Qingxuan for a long time before he squatted down and looked at her seriously:

"Before Yuchi Jin could find a doctor for you?"

Aya Qingxuan nodded.

She was sick every day, Yuchi Jin couldn't see it, and asked the doctor to show her.

The diagnosis given by several doctors is the same, so Yuchi Jin has been relying on her for everything during this time, and did not do anything to make her angry.

That is the established fact, Xiao Wang gritted his teeth and said: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been trying to fight with you."

"It's okay." Ling Qingxuan was still in the mood to joke, "Maybe there will be strength on the day of Huiguang Huizhao."

Xiao Wang smiled helplessly, "Then, what do you want to do?"

Ling Qingxuan shook her head, and said with no desire and no desire, "Wait for death."

"Don't talk nonsense, there will always be a way. I am a prince after all, and I can help you find someone else to find medicine."

Wang Xiao looked at her indifferent expression, and his heart was crawling like an ant.

When she was dying, she could accept it so calmly.

"By the way, there is something I don't know if I should tell you."

"What's the matter?"

King Xiao said coldly, "Brother Huang gave the general a marriage ceremony again. The bride will pass the door tonight, and the general's residence is now full of joy."

"what?"

He finally saw some changes on Ling Qingxuan's face, and also saw the fragile little girl pursing her slightly red lips, and a trace of blood came out.

"Ling Qiaoqiao? What's wrong with you?"

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were dazed, and halfway through the motion of shaking her head, she fell backwards.

The man was startled and stood up to support her.

Warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, the cold fragrance of the little girl mixed with the fragrance of medicine penetrated into his nose, his heart palpitated slightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Ling Qingxuan's face.

"Aya Qiaoqiao?"

The little girl had already fainted, and there was no response in his arms.

Xiao Wang immediately brought her into the house, his eyes were cold, and he never thought that Yue Mingye was still so important to her.

Putting Ling Qingxuan on the bed and covering the quilt, he condensed the slightly drooping plain hand and moved his fingers slightly, but he actually moved over, trying to grab the soft cat.