Chapter 291 Condolences

"Cousin! Please at least leave me one or two..."

Xie Ciyan couldn't help but let out a wail.

He wanted to protect one or two dishes with his hands, but Yuan Ye carried out his orders very quickly, so he could only protect the half plate of shrimps closest to him.

With the shrimp guarding in front of him, Xie Ciyan stared at the people with the highest risk factor.

"No one is allowed to snatch this shrimp from me!"

Little Wukong naturally couldn't stand someone trying to monopolize his favorite shrimps.

He was sitting next to the farewell banquet, and seeing that he didn't notice him, Little Wukong stealthily reached his hand under his armpit and grabbed a handful of food, then quickly put it all in his mouth and licked it.

"Cousin, these shrimps are all stained with my saliva, do you still want them?"

[Although this picture is a bit annoying, but... I want to say here, you did a great job, my nephew!!!]

“…”

Xie Ciyan looked at the half-sliced ​​shrimp on the plate in his arms, then turned to look at Little Wukong with an indescribable look.

“I…” I want to beat someone up!!!

In the end, Xie Ciyan clenched his fist, unclenched it, and clenched it again, but he still couldn't protect the vegetables.

In the end, his dinner consisted of just a bunch of boiled cabbage, steamed tofu and the like.

He looked listlessly at the food that made one lose his appetite at the first sight, and became the second person who didn't eat much at the scene.

Everyone present was very happy except for the farewell banquet.

The others were enjoying the meal, but Chu Youning was enjoying watching the feast.

After leaving, Xie Ciyan looked at Chu Youning's swaggering figure and couldn't help but reach out and slap himself lightly.

"I've let you be so rude, but when have you ever gotten anything for nothing? Why don't you learn your lesson?"

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The next day.

What shocked Chu Youning was that Emperor Wenzong of Chu claimed to be ill and did not attend court.

The hardworking worker suddenly took sick leave, which unexpectedly hurt Chu Youning.

then.

After asking Chuntao to arrange the gifts he had prepared for his friends, Chu Youning swaggered into the Qiwu Palace.

Inside Qiwu Palace.

Chu Wenzong was lying on Cui Zhaoan's bed, and Cui Zhaoan was massaging his head.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I feel a little better...but I still have a severe headache."

Chu Wenzong's voice sounded a little weak.

He reached out and gently patted Cui Zhaoan's hand. Just as he was about to say something else, he heard Fu Kang walk in from the door and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Princess heard that Your Majesty was ill, so she came to express her condolences."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Wenzong withdrew his hand and pressed his head again: "Oh, my head seems to hurt more."

Cui Zhaoan looked at Chu Wenzong's miserable appearance and couldn't help but frowning: "Let the princess come in."

Chu Youning walked into Qiwu Palace and came to the Queen's chamber step by step.

Looking at Chu Wenzong who was screaming heartbreakingly on the bed, she bowed to the two of them.

"Yu'er has met my brother and his wife, and heard that my brother is ill. What is the illness?"

"Alas, Yu... Yu'er, the imperial physician said that my brother's illness is too strange, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover..." Chu Wenzong pinched his head and turned to look at Chu Youning weakly, "You... you came to comfort my brother, can you... can you bring anything useful?"

Seeing Chu Youning swaggering in with nothing in his hands, Chu Wenzong's heart skipped a beat.

Then, he quickly convinced himself that his sister should have given the condolence gifts to her maid to take away, and he didn't know if there was anything valuable in them to comfort his heart that had been hurt for half a day and a night.

[Condolences? What condolences? I just heard that you were sick, so I came to watch the show.]

[And look at the heart-wrenching screams. If you don’t know, you might think Qiwu Palace is killing pigs.]

[I didn't hear anything when I was at the door. Fu Kangtong just called in and you were in so much pain all of a sudden? ]

[Is this guy pretending? ]

Just thinking about this.

Before Chu Youning had the chance to ask his own son, the good son who had been working hard recently took the initiative to report it.

[Host, this king is in good health, and can even run a marathon.]

Chu Youning's eyes widened instantly.

[Good buddy, good buddy, are you pretending to be sick? ]

Thinking of this, Chu Youning suddenly laughed softly: "Yes, sister, I heard that my brother was ill, so I came here to express my condolences~"

"Come, come, my brother. This is the magic medicine I specially requested from Doctor Ye. One bottle is worth a thousand gold coins. Take one pill quickly and you will definitely feel much better."

As he spoke, Chu Youning took out a white porcelain jade bottle from his sleeve.

Guessing that there might be something good in the bottle, Chu Wenzong rubbed his head and shouted even louder: "Thank you very much, my sister, for your kindness, but my brother had just drunk the medicine, and now... it might not be appropriate for him to take it again."

"How is it inappropriate?"

This time, it was Cui Zhaoan who spoke.

She reached out to take the medicine, then poured out a pill with a smile, looked at Chu Wenzong and said, "Here... Your Majesty, you thought the medicine this morning was too bitter and vomited it all after drinking it. This pill is definitely not bitter."

“…”

Chu Wenzong opened his eyes wide, full of resistance.

What kind of medicine is this? ! ! !

Why isn't the little girl talking?

What's the purpose of this medicine? At least let him know what effect it will have after taking it?