Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1532 The little maid of the retarded prince (7)

  Ning Jiumo's fingers just touched her neck, but she turned over unknowingly, her black hair was originally bound by a hair tie, but it fell apart.

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

  The sleeping appearance is defenseless, and the exposed neck is so slender that it would break if folded.

   There is no such careful look at all.

  Ning Jiumo just tried to force his fingers, but his fingers froze.

   It was his physical instinct to resist killing her.

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

   His body was bought by this woman?

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

   Put his hand to the tip of his nose and smell it, it was a clean and fragrant smell.

  In the past, those who pretended to be nice to him, even if they gave him a bath, they just poured water on him casually.

   But she washed him clean.

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

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

  Birds were singing outside the window. He came to the window lightly, and a thinner voice said softly, "Your Highness, the crown prince is seriously ill."

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

   "Reduce the dose of medicine, I want him to rot slowly on the bed."

  The shrill voice said respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness."

  Ning Jiumo glanced at Bai Weiwei, and found that she kicked off 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: "Check for me, the origin of this slave."

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

  Ning Jiumo: "Don't act rashly, we have arranged for many years, and we must be patient."

  The voice outside the window couldn't help crying, "Your Highness is suffering, it's because the servants are incompetent."

  Ning Jiumo's expression was indifferent, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, he said: "Go down, don't contact me if it is not necessary."

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

  Ning Jiumo no longer hesitates towards Bai Weiwei, now that he has reached a critical moment, there must be no trouble around him.

  And if Bai Weiwei is the eyeliner of some palace, he will rely too much on her when he goes crazy, that is a huge weakness.

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

  This little palace lady looks pretty good, her skin is like jade carvings and snow falling, her face is small and naive, she looks younger than her actual age.

  A person like this is the most defenseless.

   is also the easiest to pretend.

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

   Choked to death, and threw it into the well while it was dark, next time we will see who dares to use eyeliner to his crazy womb.

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

  He staggered back a few steps and kept walking away.

   Then he sat on the bed weakly, and stared at the unaware Bai Weiwei viciously and helplessly.

   This **** poison has struck again.

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

  Even if he crawled out of the fire at the risk of death, his brain was in a mess because of the poison, no doubt a lunatic.

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

  (end of this chapter)