Chapter 1532 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (7)

Ning Jiumo's fingers just touched her neck, but she turned over without noticing it, and her black hair was originally tied by a hairband, but spread out.

She looks young, with a delicate and delicate face, and the peach blossom buds on the branches of March, dyed red, it looks very cute.

The sleeping appearance was defenseless, and the exposed neck was so slender that it broke when it was broken.

There is no such meticulous look at all.

As soon as Ning Jiumo's fingers tried harder, his fingers stiffened.

It was his physical instinct to resist killing her.

Just a meal, a bath, and a kite with him.

His body was bought off by this woman?

Ning Jiumo's eyes were cold and full of calculations, but he pondered for a while.

I put my hand on the tip of my nose and smelled it, it was a fragrant and clean smell.

In the past, those who pretended to be good to him, even if they gave him a bath, just watered him casually.

And she washed him clean.

The image of her carrying a wooden bucket, carrying water, and running back and forth in clogs appeared in her mind.

Ning Jiumo stood beside the bed and pondered for a moment.

There was a chirping of birds outside the window, he gently came to the window, and a relatively shrill voice said softly, "Your Highness, the prince is seriously ill."

Ning Jiumo lowered her eyes, and there was a thick ink-like coldness in her eyes.

"Decrease the dose, I'm going to let him slowly rot on the bed."

The shrill voice was respectful, "Yes, Your Highness."

Ning Jiumo glanced at Bai Weiwei and found that she kicked half of the quilt and slept like a pig.

He felt a little annoyed, he was wondering if she was doing it carefully.

She can sleep better than a fool.

Ning Jiumo said to the voice outside, "Find out the origin of this servant girl."

The half-bent figure outside the window seemed to be silent for a while before saying, "Okay, Your Highness."

Ning Jiumo: "Don't act rashly, we have arranged for many years, but also need to be patient."

The voice outside the window couldn't help sobbing, "Your Highness has suffered, it's all the servants who are incompetent."

Ning Jiumo's expression was indifferent, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes. He said, "Go on, don't contact me if it's not necessary."

The servant outside the window responded immediately, and then exited cautiously.

Ning Jiumo's hesitation towards Bai Weiwei is gone. Now that he has reached a critical moment, there can be no trouble around him.

And if Bai Weiwei is the eyeliner of any palace, he relies too much on her when he is crazy, that is a huge weakness.

Ning Jiumo came to Bai Weiwei's bed again, looking down at her coldly.

This little palace maid is not bad, with skin like jade carving snow falling, her face is small and childish, she looks younger than her actual age.

People like this are the most defenseless.

It is also the easiest to put out.

Ning Jiumo stretched out his hand and put it on her neck again.

After being strangled, he threw it into the well while it was dark. Next time, who would dare to use eyeliner to come to his crazy womb.

But before Ning Jiumo's fingers fell, his face suddenly changed, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out, and the severe headache made him gasp in a low voice.

He staggered back a few steps and kept backing away.

Then, unable to sit on the bed, she stared at Bai Weiwei who was unaware.

The damn poison strikes again.

When the queen set fire, he and his concubine were actually poisoned.

Even if he later climbed out of the fire at the risk of death, his brain would be in chaos because of the poison, and he was no doubt a lunatic.

Half crazy, half not crazy, good times and bad.