The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Xie Qiao actually didn't quite understand why this prince would attract the attention of the ghost.

It is a state-owned nation. When the nation's fortune is prosperous, the royal middlemen will often be contaminated with a bit of dragon energy, and the surrounding evils cannot get close.

The royal feng shui must have been reviewed by the master, and there should be no such mistakes, so it is difficult to find the cause of this problem of the prince.

So she doesn't know how to treat it now.

But I don’t know now, I can check it later.

The birth date, the royal tombs, or the man-made Lisha, you can always find the problem with more effort.

However, it must be harder, so even if the face of the prince is very pleasing to her, she has never mentioned it before.

"No, Miss Xie is weak, how can I trouble you so much?" Zhao Xuanjing said quietly while sitting upright.

Xie Qiao was very embarrassed, and was lying here again, unable to move: "The cultivator should also take action and accumulate blessings for himself."

Xie Qiao sighed inwardly.

The prince is now like a big water tank, looking round and round, in fact, a big hole is broken underneath!

The dragon energy of Guomai is continuously delivered to him. What he can keep is only a little bit. The others are gone. Even because there is a big hole, the dirt on the outside can get close, and the yin and yang are unstable. .

It's actually quite pitiful.

Xie Qiao glanced at him sympathetically.

She didn't know how much wine she had drunk in her belly, and her eyes were only half-open, and her slightly narrowed state looked like her eyes were flowing, very attractive.

"It's so late, won't Your Highness go to the East Courtyard?" Xie Qiao asked slowly.

Zhao Xuanjing stood still: "I'm afraid you will burn this academy."

Xie Qiao thought for a while, no matter if she doesn't go, she also has someone who can talk together.

"Your Highness, please give me some water." Xie Qiao said cheeky again.

Zhao Xuanjing didn't say anything. He poured a cup of tea and walked to Xie Qiao. Only then did Xie Qiao realize that his right palm was wrapped in cloth and was not suitable for holding a bowl.

Zhao Xuanjing rarely uses his right hand.

At this moment, Zhou Weizong was guarding at the door. Seeing Zhao Xuanjing was about to step forward, he immediately came over and said, "Your Highness, let me come."

Zhao Xuanjing's face turned dark, but he put the tea bowl in his left hand casually in Zhou Weizong's hand.

Xie Qiao just wanted to drink water, it didn't matter who fed it, but Zhao Xuanjing was also her junior brother in name anyway, and she was more willing to accept the filial piety of her junior brother.

Moreover, the Prince's reaction was a bit strange.

"Can't pinch a spoon?" Xie Qiao asked suspiciously.

"Xie Banxian, our Royal Highness's hand is not very convenient. It was scratched by a knife just now. It's better not to move." Zhou Weizong explained quickly.

"Scratched? Can your fingers move?" Xie Qiao asked.

"I can." Zhou Weizong thought for a while. His Royal Highness's hand was broken in his palm, and a lot of blood was shed, but pinching a spoon would actually not involve the wound.

The point is not that wound, but that the right hand is useless and cannot hold heavy objects.

"If you can move, please trouble your Highness." Xie Qiao gave a test.

There are no outsiders here, so you can take advantage of it.

The corner of Zhao Xuanjing's mouth was slightly curved, and there was not much special expression on his indifferent face. He happily took the tea bowl over, holding a spoon in one hand, and especially simply handed a spoonful of water to Xie Qiao's mouth.

Zhou Weizong looked at him with concern, and stared at the prince's hand subconsciously.

Xie Qiao took a sip: "Servant Zhou, Your Highness is not a fool. If you feel uncomfortable with your hands, he will naturally tell you. Can your eyes be moved elsewhere?"