Sweet Princess,You Can't Run

There were so many people in the eight princes' mansion that the servants, maids and doctors came in and out in a hurry, looking flustered.

The prince's highness is in danger in the sea of fire and is lying unconscious in his room for several hours. Even Lin Zimo is helpless.

On hearing the news early the next morning, the lady rushed to the eighth palace.

"Cloud! Cloud

The Empress Dowager's face was full of anxiety, and she sat by Murong Yun's bedside, looking at him, pale and haggard, and full of burning ideas.

"Lin Zimo, what's wrong with yun'er?"

"Back to the lady, the prince's highness was injured at first, but later he fell into the sea of fire and inhaled a lot of breath. Now lung damage, coupled with depression is not comfortable, so dizzy

"Aren't you a miracle doctor? Think of a way

The lady seldom talks with people in an urgent tone, but now, she is really very slow.

Lin Zimo nodded, got up and continued to pick up his silver needle to relieve Murong Yun.

"I am now using silver needles to remove the remaining exhaust gas from the prince's lungs, and apply the medicine to his wounds, and his body will get better. However, the depression in his Highness's heart I'm not sure. "

Lin Zimo said, looking at the lady. Imperial concubine empress frowns tightly, she knows what Lin Zi Mo refers to.

"Shallow Are you really dead in the fire? "

The lady's face was sad. Of course, her son was important, but she had already regarded her as half of her daughter.

Lin Zimo slightly Leng, in the heart understood the truth, but still nodded.

"Well It's a pity that such a good girl... "

The lady sighed and took the silk in her hand and wiped her tears. Lin Zimo felt guilty and cast aside his eyes.

"Your Highness! How is your highness? "

Just at this time, outside the door rang Yue Qiqi's wail. Then, yueqiqi broke into the room, regardless of the ground to the bed Murong cloud.

"Your Highness! Don't frighten me, your highness. You can't leave me

Yue Qiqi howled, which made her face displeased.

"Don't cry, Yuner is not dead yet! You don't look dejected when you cry like that

Hearing his wife scold him, Yue Qiqi seems to have turned off the switch in an instant. He immediately stops crying and looks at the lady.

"What my mother said was that I was sad in my heart and forgot to be proper. But when will your highness wake up? "

Yue Qiqi is worried that his crown prince and concubine's position will not be guaranteed. He looks at Lin Zimo eagerly. Lin Zimo just shook his head at her and did not answer.

Yue Qiqi wiped a handful of tears and rose to bow to the lady.

"Niang, Qiqi is worried about the prince, for fear that the doctors here are not enough. We have a new housekeeper in the general's office, who is proficient in some pharmacological techniques. Why not show her

Lin Zimo a Leng, he is helpless things, there are people boasting. The lady of the imperial concubine also looked at Yue Qiqi suspiciously, but after all, there are many ways to do it. It's always OK to have a try.

"Did you bring it?"

"Of course it did. I'll call her in."

Yue Qiqi excitedly went out to call people. The person who came in was Lingluo.

It's true that Mu Ling didn't come to cure her. She just heard that Luo was buried in the sea of fire, and Murong Yun was injured and unconscious. She felt incredible, so she came to explore the real and the virtual.

Whether Murong Yun lives or not has nothing to do with her. But this Luo shallow, definitely can't die like this, Ling Luo also does not believe that she will die like this.

Lin Zimo has never seen Ling Luo, but when he first saw this woman, he felt uncomfortable all over.

After this Lingluo salutes, he goes forward to feel the pulse for Murong Yun, and Lin Zimo reaches out to stop him.

"Who is your doctor?"

Ling Luo was stunned and looked at Lin Zimo with a smile.

"I have learned to become a talent through self-study, and I have cured many difficult and miscellaneous diseases. Dr. Lin, don't be nervous. I'm just trying. I'm not as good as Dr. Lin's

Lingluo said this as if Lin Zimo was worried that she would take his credit. Lin Zimo had no choice but to let Lingluo feel the pulse for Murong Yun.

After Ling Luo felt the pulse, he found that Murong Yun was not pretending to be injured. But this Luo shallow buried in the sea of fire is too much pull, difficult, that girl has the heart to hide from Murong Yun, ran?

Ling Luo frown is thinking, suddenly feel that there is a scalding hand to grip his wrist. She was surprised, on the Murong cloud full of bloody eyes.

"Cloud! Are you awake? "

The Empress Dowager of the imperial concubine happily looks at Murong Yun, but Murong Yun still drags Lingluo's wrist, her eyes glare angrily, and they are bleeding.

Ling Luo micro flustered, looking at Murong cloud this terrible vision, not from the heart trembling.

"Somebody..."Murong Yun hoarse mouth, the voice seems to be floating from the same hell.

The guard outside the door rushed in, bowing for orders.

"Arrest this woman, tie it with chains, and keep a close watch. It must not be regarded as the same as other criminals. It must be firmly watched by me! "

"Yes

The guard said, drawing a knife, Ling Luo tried to break free. Although she has absorbed Luo Qianqian's internal power, she can't beat four hands with these fists. She can't escape from so many guards in the eighth palace.

"Miss!"

At the critical moment, Ling Luo called for help to Yue Qiqi. Yueqiqi protects her, is also protecting the face of the general's office.

"Your Highness, what is this for? This steward Ling is from our general's house. How did he offend you? "

Murong Yun heard Yue Qiqi speak, pushed away Lingluo, let the guard to hold her. He struggled to get up, staring at Yue Qiqi. Staring at Yue Qiqi, she can't help but dodge her eyes.

"Yue Qiqi, you want to marry this king, don't you?"

Murong Yun smiles at the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer. Yue Qiqi was stunned and nodded.

"Qiqi certainly wants to marry his highness. Qiqi already has his royal highness in her belly..."

Yueqiqi shyly said, Murong cloud face sneer more profound, he reached out to yueqiqi's abdomen.

Yueqiqi rushed forward to let Murong cloud touch his abdomen. One side of the lady locked her eyebrows. She could not understand her son.

Murong Yun gently touches Yue Qiqi's abdomen, as if a husband cherishes his pregnant wife. Yue Qiqi couldn't help chuckling and happy.

But all of a sudden, Murong Yun grabbed yueqiqi's belly belt and pulled her ferociously in front of him. Yue Qiqi screamed out of his voice, and his wife was also frightened.

"Yuner, you..."

Murong Yun ignored the people around him. He stared at Yue Qiqi coldly and began to warn him word by word.