Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Looking at the "master and servant" who were flirting in front of him, the prince who was ignored by Chi Guoguo clenched his hands into fists and punched heavily at the empty table beside him.

"Boom—" a loud bang suddenly spread in the hall.

Hearing the sound, Mu Ziling looked over calmly.

I saw that a table that was good enough and hard enough couldn't resist the fierce punch of Lord Fan, and it was directly shattered from it, and a good table was instantly shattered into slag.

This is here to smash the field, right?

Mu Ziling frowned invisibly, and then looked straight at Long Wenyu, who had heard his name for a long time.

I have to say that apart from being a little darker, this person really looks a bit like the old witch in the palace, with a proud and conceited air.

As far as Mu Ziling knew, although Long Wenyu was of the same generation as Emperor Wenyin, to Long Xiaoyu and the others, he was an elder, but due to his status as a foreign prince, he really couldn't make waves.

For now, let alone Long Xiaoyu, just facing Long Xiaoze, who can be called the prince of the white board, this earth prince can't hold up much momentum except for the coercion of the elders.

However, this earth prince just doesn't know it, and just likes to stick to the holes of the guns.

I saw the feudal prince who had not received any preferential treatment from the superiors since he entered the door, his eyes were round, staring at Long Xiaoyu, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his throbbing eyes: "Third brother, this is your hospitality." way?"

Long Xiaoyu narrowed his handsome eyes, first glanced over the shattered table, then glanced coldly at Fan Wang, and said in an indifferent tone: "Please come here as a guest, you should come here uninvited. What is it?"

Isn't this just saying in disguise, what is a prince who comes uninvited?

The Prince of Fan immediately understood the meaning of this, his dark complexion suddenly turned livid, and the veins on his forehead protruded: "What did you say? Anyway, this king is also your uncle. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. This is the emperor of yours!" How can I teach you to be disrespectful and disrespectful?"

Mentioning these sons taught by Emperor Wenyin, the Fan Wang felt angry.

Before coming here, his eldest nephew Long Xiaoli didn't know what kind of style he had. Since these days, he has relied on his status as the crown prince to fight against him all the time in the court and the public, and even spread rumors in the court. Said he was a thief...

Long Xiaoyu looked at the Prince Fan indifferently, and there was a hint of inexplicable restraint flickering in the cold and indifferent eyes: "Oh? The Prince is saying that the father and the emperor have no way to teach the son?"

"This king is discussing the matter as it stands, and setting the facts straight." The Prince Fan swept his red eyes at the splendid living room in front of him, and couldn't help snorting coldly: "Think of him as the majestic king of a country, but let you squander your power like this. To become a piece of sky, this move can be said to be detrimental to the destiny of our Jialuo country, how can this serve the king, grandson, nobles and relatives, and how can it serve the civil and military affairs of the court?"

Mu Ziling, who stood silently by the side, heard the words, and suddenly felt a little admiration for the prince.

This feudal prince is worthy of being a tough man who grew up outside the Great Wall, he speaks quickly, he really dares to speak.

Obviously because of his jealousy, he couldn't get used to the high position and power of this nephew in front of him, and now he was preaching that the masses would not accept him.

Forget it, but he still blatantly reprimanded Emperor Wen Yin so blatantly. If it gets out, it will be obvious that he has the intention to rebel and usurp the throne, and his heart can be punished.

Just when Mu Ziling was complaining silently in her heart, what made her admire from the bottom of her heart was nothing more than her own evildoer who turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain.

"You are just a little vassal king, how can you criticize the king of a country for saying such a thing?" Long Xiaoyu raised his brows slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile that was not a smile: "Is it the following offense? Or is it treason? Or... ...You have been coveting the dragon chair for a long time, why? Want to sit on it?"

A word that is calm and breezy, it can be said that it hits the nail on the head and cuts the belly open.

The ashen face of the Prince of Fan suddenly seemed to have been severely whipped, and it was extremely ugly for a moment, but there was a kind of anger that was poked at the center: "You don't scare me here, talk nonsense, the unreasonable blame for the chaos lies with me." In person, this king has been stationed outside the border fortress for many years, has always followed the rules, fulfilled his duties, and never had any disagreements."

Long Xiaoyu leaned on the chair in a loose posture, crossed his legs, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and looked at him with distaste: "Since this is the case, it is your turn to come here to comment on the achievements of this king today?"

"You!" The Prince Fan had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, almost choking to death.

Long Xiaoyu's tone was faint, but it seemed to be mixed with ice and sharp blades, and every word was bloody: "...Moreover, what does the honor and disgrace of Jialuo's country have to do with you, a little vassal? May I ask this Jialuo has you, Long Wenyu?" a place for you?"

The flesh was poked every word, blood was dripping, and the heart and lungs were pierced.

Just being teased and ridiculed by a junior like this, who has always regarded himself as a feudal prince under one man and above ten thousand people, stared in disbelief, almost vomiting blood with anger.

He never imagined that each of Long Wenyin's sons was less fuel-efficient than the other, and each of them was harder than the other's wings.

First Long Xiaoze harmed his son, then Long Xiaoli confronted him, and now comes the defiant Long Xiaoyu...

The Prince of Fan has long forgotten the original intention when he came here, he forgot that his dying son was still hanging in the side hall, at this moment, he is like a wild bull on the verge of rage, he may rush up and ram him with his horns at any time.

Look at Mu Ziling at this moment.

At this moment, she has already given a thumbs up to her evildoer from the bottom of her heart.

If you say that the prince of Fan is arrogant because of his unruly and wild nature, he can't stop it, but her evildoer is determined to have the unique arrogant capital. I can't stand it.

From the corner of Long Xiaoyu's eyes, the light drifted softly to his side, as if he was on the little follower traveling in space, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lazily called out: "Ai Yu..."

Unlike the icy and indifferent tone of the prince of Zhuji Fan, it was only two words, but the voice was like the sound of nature. Mu Ziling had a conditioned reflex and blinked at him blankly: "What?"

"The tea is cold." Long Xiaoyu first glanced at the teacup in his hand, then deliberately bit down on the words, and uttered two words: "Ai Yu."

"Oh...I'll bring you some hot tea, little one." Xu Shi substituting his identity as a little follower was too vivid, Mu Ziling instinctively responded, and stepped forward to buy some hot tea, only to be stupefied at the end Sezhi pointed to himself: "Did you call me just now?"

"Hmm." Long Xiaoyu snorted lightly, the light in his eyes was radiant and charming, and he said meaningfully: "The king's personal servant, besides you...Ai Yu, there are Anyone else?"

Hearing this meaningful address again, Mu Ziling rolled her eyes, immediately pursed her lips, and said silently: "Ai Yu, Ai Yu's name is beautiful...what are you, Ai Yu...it's me Is it Aiyu?"

After figuring out the meaning of the name "Ai Yu", Mu Ziling turned his back to the bull-like feudal lord behind him, faced Long Xiaoyu, and rolled his eyes at him involuntarily.

This evildoer is so narcissistic that no one else cares about her, and he never forgets to take advantage of her when he names her on a whim.

Obviously Mu Ziling was talking to herself, she just moved her lips and didn't make any sound, but Long Xiaoyu could see what she was talking about, he seemed to be pleased, and the quiet eyebrows and eyes couldn't help it With a slight smile on his face.

The prince of Fan stared straight at the two "master and servant" who could chat and laugh over a cup of tea in front of him, and his nostrils were about to smoke with anger.

Although he is only occupying land outside the feudal clan, no one has ever dared to belittle his identity and despise his majesty in these years. But at this moment, his identity and his dignity have been trampled by a junior. Worthless.

The Prince of Fan stood up abruptly, clearly furious in his heart, but on his face he showed an appearance of adults ignoring the faults of villains, and his tone was forceful: "Third brother, I don't care about you as a junior today. I heard that The doctor called Le Tian, ​​and the sixth child are here with you, you call them out!"

It goes without saying that the Fan Wang's visit to the Yu Palace is to seek medical treatment, and to settle accounts with Long Xiaoze.

Long Xiaoyu slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip lightly, without raising his eyes, and said lightly, "Let me call the person you are looking for? Do you think it is appropriate?"

The muscles on the Prince Fan's face trembled twice unbearably, he directly raised his hand, pointed at Mu Ziling, and commanded menacingly: "Go, get that Doctor Le Tian and the sixth prince for me."

Mu Ziling knew that Long Xiaoyu would come to see the lord of the feudal lord, so she definitely didn't come here to suppress and tease him. It's just that she has been unknown for so long, and she still hasn't figured out what Long Xiaoyu is planning.

Seeing that she was named again this time, Mu Ziling didn't intend to be an unknown pawn anymore, since she couldn't figure it out, then she could just say a few words, right?

However, just when Mu Ziling was about to speak out, a middle-aged woman wearing a mink fur coat suddenly walked in from outside the door, with a deep worry that had not faded from her face.

The person who came was the concubine of Fan Wang who had been taking care of her son in the side hall.

The concubine Fan Wang was really anxious because she could not hear the news from here for a long time, so she came over to check the situation.

When Concubine Fan stepped into the hall, Mu Ziling subconsciously wanted to look up, but before she lifted her eyelids, she was first attracted by a faint purple light that suddenly flashed from her left arm through the sleeve.

This is a vision flashed by the imprint of the stars. Usually, light will not flash for no reason, unless it is...

Accompanied by a surprise discovery in her heart, Mu Ziling's eyes suddenly widened. She looked at the princess who seemed to be walking in with her own light, and then at Long Xiaoyu beside her, and she suddenly realized.

Long Xiaoyu was also looking at Mu Ziling, and he didn't miss the light of surprise and joy shining in her big watery eyes.

Seeing the joy in her eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Ai Yu, should I change my name now... I love Si Yu?"