Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 51 The Sick Crown Prince (7)

Ming Cen's heart skipped half a beat because of these two words, and he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The tall and tall man turned his back to her carriage, his tall and straight figure was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

In front of him was a girl in a red dress, with bright facial features and that fiery red dress, it was unforgettable.

The carriage gradually drifted away, and Ming Cen suddenly saw the girl leaning towards him with a smile, that flamboyant hand was particularly conspicuous on the black dress.

She thought of the support he avoided.

It also reminded me of Xiaoyi's story that the person had no memory of past and future lives.

Ming Cen twitched the corners of his mouth, put down the brocade curtain with his pale and thin hands, and missed the pair of eyes looking over.

Just now he felt a fiery gaze looking at him, but when Xie Huaiyu turned his head, he found nothing.

Amidst the surging crowd, an ordinary-looking carriage slowly moved away.

Xie Huaiyu frowned slightly, and he came back to his senses suddenly when Cheng Yueya's hand touched his sleeve.

He took a few steps back and brushed Cheng Yueya's hand away: "Respect yourself."

Cheng Yueya was stunned for a moment, and soon smiled: "I'm sorry, cousin, I accidentally bumped into my cousin just now when I didn't stand firmly on my feet, Yueya is here to...cousin?...cousin!"

Xie Huaiyu had already run out of patience, before Cheng Yueya could finish speaking, she said "Farewell" and turned to leave.

The Xuanfu flipped and flew into an arc, the movements were clean and agile.

Xie Huaiyu had noticed it as early as when his mother asked him to go to Fujitang's rose red cake in person.

When he came halfway, Cheng Yueya pretended to meet him by chance and blocked him.

Xie Huaiyu didn't like this method very much, he frowned and said a few words to her casually, but never thought that she would actually make a move.

In an instant, he lost all the sympathy of his mother, and he didn't even want to deal with it anymore.

Walking in the crowd, Xie Huaiyu's pace suddenly paused.

That line of sight...inexplicably reminded him of the weak figure in the deep palace.

He also thought of the way she was solemnly but clumsily bringing Xiao Wei close to him.

Unable to hold back, she clenched her right fist and put it on her slightly hooked lips: "...so stupid."

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The carriage turned eastward and westward into an alley, and finally stopped at an inconspicuous doorway.

The waiting sleeve did not step forward, and carefully helped Ming Cen down: "Pavilion Master, be careful where you step."

"Is the old man here?" Ming Cen coughed a few times and asked.

"It's already in the pavilion."

Ming Cen nodded, raised his foot and stepped into the door.

The scene inside the door is completely different from the outside, the mahogany corridor, the light gauze supporting the wind, the prosperity with no end in sight.

Ming Cen walked in the long corridor unhurriedly. Under the red candlelight, his pale face was slightly reddish, and his almond eyes were shining like broken stars, which made people addicted.

People passing by bowed their heads in salute.

inside the room.

Seeing Ming Cen coming in, the doctor Liu narrowed his cloudy eyes. After seeing her face clearly, he cursed: "You little bastard! You really think I am the reincarnation of Hua Tuo!!"

"If you make such a fuss, even Hua Tuo's reincarnation can't save your life!"

"You deserve it for coughing up blood! You deserve it for your abdominal pain!"

Ming Cen pretended he didn't hear it, sat down casually, and looked at him with a smile while propping his cheeks.

The old man almost lost his breath as soon as he spoke.

Seeing him like this, Ming Cen added in a good temper: "Are you comfortable scolding?"

Hospital stay: "..."

"If you feel comfortable, give me a doctor."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand very consciously.

Staying in the doctor: "..." Okay, it's a disease to be so thick-skinned.

After half a column of incense.

The doctor took back all the silver needles, Ming Cen rolled up his sleeves, and asked directly: "How long can I live?"

His tone was as calm as if he was asking if he had dinner tonight.

Liu Yi's face turned blue and pale, and he almost wanted to slap her a few times to wake her up.

Sighing helplessly, he seemed to resign himself to his fate and replied.

"Less than half a year."

(End of this chapter)