Chapter 288 Oh my God, the lady actually kissed her!
Beigong You paused, his expression slightly solemn.
He only found out recently that Beigong Shu had beaten her.
But no matter how angry he was, how could he interfere in their affairs?
Miaoyin already had a grudge against him, and if he made her angry because of another woman, there would really be no possibility for them.
Seeing that Beigong You was still hesitating, Zitan kowtowed and said, "Prince, please save the princess. The princess is really desperate. Please help the princess because she took care of you in the past."
Beigong You shook hands, but finally softened his heart.
"Lead the way."
Beigong You followed Zitan out, taking only Hao Fengming with him. They did not come back until the evening, braving the cold wind.
Less than half an hour after returning, Beigong You suddenly developed a high fever and soon fell into a coma. His illness was so severe that Feng Ming was so scared that he hurried to Shaohuayuan to ask for Lin Miaoyin.
"Princess, the prince is so sick that he is in a coma."
Feng Ming was so anxious that he almost cried, "I couldn't even feed him water just now."
Lin Miaoyin frowned. After returning from the birthday party, she had been taking care of his body, and everything was apparently stable. How could it suddenly get worse?
When they arrived in front of Beigong You's bed, he was already unconscious due to fever. His originally pale face was covered with an abnormal flush, and his body was slightly curled up. Under his clothes was a body that had been tortured to the point where only bones were left. It was extremely sad to see.
Lin Miaoyin's heart was touched, and she suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.
Considering that this man has not much time left, as long as he does not force his feelings, perhaps she can treat him well, just as she would treat a patient's end-of-life care.
She frowned and examined him using the doctor's system. The result showed that the high fever was caused by the cold wind entering the body.
He went out?
She looked at the man's flushed face, feeling somewhat confused.
Suddenly, the dazed man grabbed her hand and started calling out softly again.
"Zhi Mo..."
Paper film?
Could it be that he was having a nightmare and dreaming about the last time he had his face covered with mulberry paper in the Dali Temple prison?
Lin Miaoyin sat down in front of the couch and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, everything is fine now."
The man just held her hand tightly and whispered, "Zhi Mo..."
Lin Miaoyin was about to continue calming him down when she suddenly turned her head to look at Feng Ming, as if she had thought of something. "What did the prince do today?"
Feng Ming was shocked.
The princess' tone was not questioning, but certainty, she knew!
Feng Ming opened his mouth, but swallowed his words back.
He didn't want to say it, and he didn't have the face to say it.
Didn't he have any resentment towards Princess Shu in his heart?
She clearly knew the prince's physical condition, but she ignored his safety and insisted that he go see her.
It’s so cold today, the prince’s body simply can’t bear it.
Not surprisingly, he fell ill as soon as he came back.
She knew that Princess Shu was having a hard time now, but this was the path she had chosen. It was meaningless for her to always hold on to past affection and make the prince revolve around her!
But I can't say this to the princess.
Seeing him like this, Lin Miaoyin understood and said directly, "He went to see Chen Zhimo."
Feng Ming lowered his head, feeling guilty and silent.
Lin Miaoyin snorted coldly. It turned out that Zhimo was not "Paper Membrane". He had always called her Chen Zhimo's name.
Because Chen Zhimo was sick and asked her to come and see the doctor, did she owe it to these two people?
What bad luck!
Lin Miaoyin threw the medicine to Feng Ming, turned around and went back to Shaohuayuan. It would be better to get more sleep and recuperate than to stay here.
Feng Ming took the medicine in a hurry, and was too embarrassed to keep Lin Miaoyin, so he had to serve her himself.
Who knew that as soon as Lin Miaoyin left, Beigong You called out Lin Miaoyin's name.
Feng Ming was so angry that his mouth twitched, "My Lord, my Lord, when the princess was here you called her another woman, and only after she left did you call her by her name."
Beigong You seemed to have heard it, and subconsciously reached out to grab it, "Miaoyin, don't go..."
Feng Ming's hand was grabbed unexpectedly. He subconsciously tried to pull it away, but it was held even tighter. He looked at the weak appearance of his own prince, feeling distressed and helpless.
"Wouldn't it be better if you just call the princess by her name next time? This time you've made everyone angry and left."
No matter how affectionate you are, no one can see it.
Oh, that's not right...
Feng Ming seemed to have discovered something and his eyes widened. Was the princess jealous just now?
Is it because the prince made other women angry and jealous?
Very good!
The princess' jealousy shows that she has feelings for the prince!
Feng Ming suddenly became happy and no longer felt embarrassed when Beigong You held his hand.
If Yuzhu knew what he was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes. He really thought too much.
…
Lin Miaoyin's mood was not affected too much. It was just that Beigong You was confused and it was all his own fault.
He wanted to suffer, and she fulfilled his wish.
"Prince Ning called the young lady to treat another woman in the middle of the night. How can this be justified!" She didn't say anything, but Yuzhu, who was following behind her, couldn't help but speak up for her.
The more Yuzhu thought about it, the angrier she became.
How could Princess Shu be so shameless?
He had just snatched the young lady's sugar-roasted chestnuts without saying a word, and now he had made a private appointment with Prince Ning to meet.
This Prince Ning really has no self-respect at all!
Since there is no divorce, he should stay with the young lady well.
Lin Miaoyin looked at her angry look, and the bad mood in her heart disappeared. She couldn't help but tease her, "Good Yuzhu, let's not bother with them. Getting angry will only harm your own health. It's not worth it."
If you argue with such an indecisive man, you will be angry to death.
After returning to Shaohuayuan, she quickly took off her clothes and went straight to bed to sleep. In winter, there is nothing more comfortable than lying in a warm bed.
Lin Miaoyin slept until she woke up naturally, then she got up comfortably and had breakfast.
While eating, he was a little absent-minded because he was worried about the cause of Beigong You's illness.
Yuzhu thought she had a poor appetite, so she put the porridge in front of her, "Princess, try this. This is the porridge I cooked with fresh pork offal."
"When the porridge is ready, add the pre-marinated pig lungs, pig liver, pig heart, and pig lungs, boil them twice, and sprinkle a handful of wolfberry leaves before serving. It will be fresh and refreshing."
Lin Miaoyin felt hungry after hearing what Yuzhu said. After taking a few bites, she nodded and praised, "This porridge tastes good!"
It’s a bit like the porridge Fanfan made for her before.
She still remembered that Fanfan once mentioned that if you use a pressure cooker, ten minutes is enough. If you cook it for too long, the nutrients in the heart and liver will be lost.
high pressure……
Lin Miaoyin had a flash of inspiration in her mind, as if she had thought of something, and she stopped eating porridge instantly.
She put down the bowl in her hand, stood up and rushed to Songzhuyuan.
She seemed to know what was wrong with Beigong You, but she needed to confirm it.
"Miss, have you not finished your breakfast yet?" Yuzhu looked at the half-eaten porridge she had and hurriedly chased after her.
Lin Miaoyin paused, then turned back, hugged Yuzhu and kissed her, "Good Yuzhu, you helped me a lot!"
Yuzhu was stunned.
Touching the place where Lin Miaoyin had kissed her, her little face slowly turned red.
Oh my God, the lady actually kissed her!
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