Chapter 372 You can feel the darkness on one side
Bai Ling was very excited when he saw her: 'Why did you come, I was almost tortured to death... woo woo woo...'
Ye Qianning put his small hand to his mouth and hissed, is this guy trying to attract everyone?
Bai Ling understood, and the thumping figure also stopped moving, holding the cage with his little paws, staring at her with an aggrieved expression, as if complaining that she was late.
"It's not that you are playful." Ye Qianning reprimanded.
But looking at the little things, it is indeed a lot haggard. The originally fair hair is now dull and dull, and seems to have lost some weight.
It seems that I have suffered a bit.
Bai Ling gripped the paw aggrievedly. He was wronged in his heart when he heard the reprimand, so he turned around while holding his little paw, not to look at her.
"Okay, come out." Ye Qianning opened the cage.
Bai Ling sat still angrily.
Ye Qianning had no choice but to coax her, and walked towards the inner room.
There was an eight or nine-year-old girl lying on the bed in the inner room. She was quite delicate, her face was slightly pale, and her complexion was not very good. There are many capable people in the Medicine King sect.
With the life-sustaining elixir in hand, can't even cure a angina pectoris?
Must take Bai Ling's heart and liver as medicine?
"Ahem..." The person on the bed coughed lightly and opened his eyes slightly.
Ye Qianning hid the moment she turned her head.
'The little witch is awake, help, the little witch is awake...' Bai Ling trembled all over, stretched out his claws to close his cage, and curled up in a ball.
"..."
Ye Qianning felt that it was lacking in IQ.
"Come here." The voice was slightly hoarse,
The maid opened the door and came in: "Miss Yuan, you are awake."
"Ahem..." Yuan Xinyou coughed lightly and stood up.
"Miss Yuan, please slow down."
"What time is it?"
"It's time, is Miss Yuan going to get up?"
Yuan Xinyou raised her hand.
Seeing the situation, the palace lady immediately supported her by her arms, and then knelt on the ground to put on her shoes.
Yuan Xinyou stood up, eyes still a little dazed, let the maid change her clothes, and then sat down by the dressing table.
Outside the door, two maids came in, one with a water basin and the other with something to gargle.
After a series of treatment, it was comparable to the treatment of the Empress Dowager Cixi. Ye Qianning saw that she was so skillful, obviously she was used to being served by others, and she didn't look like she just entered the palace before the birthday banquet.
At this moment, Yuan Xinyou's sleepiness had dissipated, she opened her eyes and looked at the bronze mirror, and the maid combed her hair in a bun.
Through the bronze mirror, Ye Qianning saw a pair of gloomy eyes. Some people can shine by standing without doing anything, and some people can feel the darkness just by doing nothing.
Yuan Xinyou is the latter. Overall, she is eight or nine years old and looks like a city, but looking at those phoenix eyes alone, there is a feeling of nothingness.
If she closes her eyes, the charming posture makes people hang down the curtains, but when she opens her eyes, people forget and stop.
beautiful, but dare not approach.
"Hiss..."
Yuan Xinyou frowned slightly.
"Slaves deserve to die, slaves deserve to die."
The palace maid who combed her hair suddenly turned pale with fright and knelt on the ground.
The other three court ladies who were standing were also busy kneeling, kneeling prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
"You can't comb your hair well, so what use are your hands." Yuan Xinyou said coldly.
"Slaves deserve to die, I beg Miss Yuan to show mercy." The court lady kowtowed repeatedly.
"Come here, pull it out and chop off your hands."
"Miss Yuan is kind...Miss Yuan..."
Two guards came in and dragged the man out, and after a while there were several screams.
The three court ladies prostrate on the ground trembled in fear.
"You comb." Yuan Xinyou casually pointed.
(end of this chapter)
