As if sensing Lan Shuang's confusion from her complex expression, Yun Fu leaned back, sank into his chair, and said with a playful smile, "I have to always maintain the image of a dandy boy. This is all a disguise, don't mind it."
Lan Shuang: “Hehe.”
Why do I feel that your identity as the heir of a medical family is just a disguise? Now this is the real you, right?
She took the bronze mirror and took a look. Well, there was a round "black mole" on the right side of her nose, which looked very funny.
She immediately clenched the bronze mirror and squeezed out the name of the Ming King from between her teeth: "Jun, Cong, Lan!"
Yunfu clapped his hands and laughed so hard that he almost fainted.
Ming Wang touched his nose awkwardly and said, "I'll just wipe it for you."
Lan Shuang returned the mirror to Yun Fu and strode to the front of Ming Wang. "I'll give you a chance to make amends."
Ming Wang got up and wet the towel in the washbasin in the corner. After wringing it half dry, he came back and stood in front of Lan Shuang, pinching her chin and gently wiping her.
It took several wipes to get it clean.
Lan Shuang wrinkled her nose slightly, "It's hot."
After repeated rubbing, the tip of her nose turned red, making her look cute and pitiful.
Ming Wang stared at her for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "Don't be angry, be more careful next time."
Lan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then she laughed: "I wasn't angry at first."
Yunfu: “…”
Why did he come in? This extra...
He rolled his eyes, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it on his desk, saying concisely: "It's for detoxification, eat it in advance, and leave."
After saying that, he strode out of the study.
Lan Shuang and Ming Wang looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
The Hongmen Banquet, no, the family dinner was in the evening, so they were not in a hurry. After having lunch leisurely, the two of them went back to their room to hug each other and take a nap, and got up only when it was almost time.
After getting up, Lan Shuang took Ming Wang to put on makeup for him. A person who is about to die should look like he is about to die.
Who would believe this cheerful look if I told others about it?
It took another half an hour to put on makeup, and the two of them entered the palace almost on time.
The emperor sat at the head of the table, looking at the two people who had arrived late. Lan Shuang pushed Prince Ming to greet the emperor and empress: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty."
The emperor and the empress just glanced at her casually, and then focused their attention on King Ming in the wheelchair.
The hall was as bright as day, and everyone's face was clearly visible, except for Ming Wang, who was wearing a mask. However, judging from his figure, he seemed to have lost some weight, and the loose clothes covering him looked empty.
The exposed part of the neck was very white, and above it were a pair of bloodless lips that looked a little dry, with deep lip lines, and above that were a pair of cloudy and lifeless eyes, which looked really sick.
But the emperor didn't dare to believe it. He pretended to be concerned and asked, "Ninth brother, have you been feeling better recently? You have been wearing a mask, and I don't know what you look like. I am very worried."
Upon hearing this, Prince Ming chuckled softly, "How is your humble servant's health? Your Majesty, don't you know? Didn't the Imperial Physician Fang tell you?"
As he spoke, he took off his mask, and the Queen gasped at the sight.
"Why... so haggard?"
The emperor was also shocked. He had thought that dying was just a concept, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he truly understood what it meant.
Even the princes and nobles sitting on both sides couldn't help but whisper to each other.
Ming Wang didn't feel anything and just let everyone watch him with an expressionless face.
His face was abnormally pale, and his eyebrows were still as black as ever, but this made his face look even uglier. His eyes were dull and lifeless, with a large area of dark blue under his eye sockets. Combined with the scars from before, he looked really haggard and scary.
The emperor was even a little confused. Was this really his handsome ninth brother? How come he looked completely different?
Now, not to mention being handsome, he simply looks dead.
Is this kind of person really pretending?
The emperor wavered for a moment.
Lan Shuang listened to the discussions around her, then looked at the bewildered and speechless emperor. She clenched her hands tightly and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, please let the prince take a seat. He has worked very hard."
An embarrassed look appeared on her face, and the emperor suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah, yes, yes, it's all my fault that I was so surprised that I forgot about it. Quickly push him to his seat."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lan Shuang pushed King Ming back to his seat, and immediately several meaningful glances followed them.
Lan Shuang was unhappy, so she took the mask from Ming Wang's hand and put it on him carefully.
Ming Wang's eyes moved slightly and he looked at her. Seeing that she was pursing her lips and looked unhappy, he held her hand under the table.
Lan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then her expression softened.
888 also noticed Lan Shuang's emotional fluctuations and advised: "Host, don't be too angry. The overall situation is more important."
Lan Shuang sneered, "I know. I'll let them see enough today. The next time we meet, they'll have to kneel down and watch."
888 took a deep breath. This was truly amazing.
"Why does Lao Jiu look so grim? Didn't he take his medicine on time?"
The Queen asked with a worried look on her face, and the Emperor echoed, "Yes, are the herbs I sent useless?"
Lan Shuang glanced at Ming Wang, who was leaning on the back of his wheelchair, looking very weak.
Seeing this, 888 hurriedly said, "Host, it's time for you to perform. Do you need eye drops?"
"Eye drops? You underestimate me." Lan Shuang chuckled, then picked up the handkerchief and tears rolled down her face, leaving 888 stunned.
Lan Shuang choked up as she spoke to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, Empress, I've tried every medicine possible for His Majesty, giving him a full bowl of medicine every morning and night, but still...it's still no use."
She sobbed and pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. "Now that the prince is like this, it's considered a good time. Usually he sleeps for most of the day. I'm really scared."
"What are you afraid of? My fate has run out, so I'll just die. You can stay a widow, and I won't turn into a ghost to haunt you."
Ming Wang spoke at the right time, his tone still as arrogant as ever.
Lan Shuang glanced at the emperor and swallowed her words back.
Seeing them like this, the emperor became more and more doubtful about whether Prince Rong's words could be trusted.
Prince Rong did not bring Lan Yuning with him. He sat in his seat and watched Lan Shuang and Prince Ming perform, and his heart began to beat fast.
The atmosphere at the banquet plummeted to the bottom in an instant. No one dared to speak casually, and even dared not breathe, for fear that they would blow the King to death.
Everyone looked at this and then that, not knowing what to do. Eating seemed inappropriate, but sitting there like this was also strange. Combined with Ming Wang's half-dead appearance, it gave people an illusion.
It seemed as if they were not here to attend the banquet today, but to wait for the King to pass away. As long as the King passed away, they could have the feast now. It was really convenient.
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