Chapter 668 Is There Any Pig Shit?
At this time, Long Yutian was coaxing, cheating and threatening to scold Qian Duoduo.
After hearing the news all of a sudden, he jumped up from the couch with a bang, ran out the door, pulled a guard past him and hurriedly asked, "What did you say, what's wrong with Sisi?"
The guard took a breath and said tremblingly, "My lord, Miss Zhu ran headfirst into the stone lion outside our mansion, what did she say that she wants to show her will with death—"
Before the guard finished speaking, Long Yutian stepped forward and left the room quickly.
Only then did Qian Duoduo stand up from the couch unhurriedly, and straightened her messy clothes.
Looking at the man in front of him, he looked worried and impatient like a dead parent.
Yin and Yang snorted angrily.
In order to pretend to be B, Zhu Sisi really spent a lot of money, even thinking of hitting the wall.
However, her death was really timely, if it was later, Qian Duoduo would be overwhelmed with fear.
"Hey, is the pig shit dead?"
Qian Duoduo asked in a relaxed tone.
The guard shook his head: "Back to the princess, the slave doesn't know. As soon as the slave saw that Miss Zhu bumped into a lion, he immediately ran in to report to the prince."
"That means he's not dead?"
Qian Duoduo pursed her mouth, with a regretful expression, and cast a reproachful glance at the guard.
"Really, you came here to report before she died. Do you know that these half-dead people are the most annoying, such as medical expenses, mental damage expenses, accidental injury expenses, eating, drinking, and sleeping. They all have to be counted on us. Are you paying for the money?"
After complaining, Qian Duoduo walked into her room twisting her waist.
The door slammed shut.
Like a mad cow disease, it turns around in circles, engaging in superstition while turning.
The heavens are spirited, the ground is spirited, Guanyin Bodhisattva is about to appear, and the pig shit mistress will definitely not do it!
——Duoer dividing line——
Long Yutian ran to the gate of the palace at a speed of 100 meters.
In the vision that was hazy by the rain, there was blood that smudged with the rain.
Zhu Sisi Ying's frail body was like a dead leaf falling in the wind, lying lifelessly in the blood and water.
It seemed that he was still holding the gift he personally designed for her on her birthday.
"Miss, you can't die, wake up, the prince won't want you!"
Seeing this scene, Long Yutian stood in a daze at the gate of the palace for a moment.
It wasn't until he heard the voice of the maid crying that he came back to his senses.
His shoulders trembled slightly, and he ran over suddenly, picked up Zhu Sisi, turned around and ran back to Siyu Pavilion.
Immediately afterwards, the whole palace became a mess in an instant.
Those who boil water, those who take medicine, and those who worship Bodhisattvas all show their supernatural powers.
Even the elder housekeeper was yelled into the palace by Long Yutian, and abruptly pulled out several on-duty imperial doctors to diagnose and treat Zhu Sisi himself.
Qian Duoduo was lying on the couch with two cotton balls stuffed in her ears, wishing she could turn into a turtle and retract her head into the shell.
But the occasional sounds from outside still disturbed her and made her unable to sleep peacefully.
"Hurry up and get the medicinal wine."
"Also, go to the warehouse and bring the thousand-year-old ginseng bestowed by the emperor."
Qian Duoduo sat up from the couch with a bang, her head of blown chrysanthemum petal-like hair, panting with long nostrils.
Damn it, it's boiled water and ginseng, those who don't know it think sows have dystocia!
Staying awake in the middle of the night, running to her door to stage a suicide scene, did this come here specifically to disgust her?
"Come here." Qian Duoduo threw off the quilt, stepped on a pair of embroidered shoes, and ran outside the door.