Chapter 1177: The cute and adorable little general of the "Oiran" (62)
"Oh."
The little guy shrugged angrily, shrugged obediently behind his arm, and gently hugged the sturdy arm.
He smiled inwardly.
Hey, you are jealous when you are jealous, and forced to explain.
"Then what can we do for the saint now?"
Seeing Situ Ling twisting around, looking like it was painful, Xiang Xing pursed her pink lips, still a little worried.
After all, if the little emperor has not escaped the danger of life, if he belches, no one will pay her a salary.
Seeing her worried look, Feng Lan couldn't help lengthening her handsome face again.
Fortunately at this time, Feng Han in the outbuilding had already heard the movement and hurried in.
"Is he okay? How come I seemed to hear the screams of the holy..."
She rushed to the bed with a worried look, pursing her red lips, looking nervously at the man on the bed.
One side took his hand again and gave him a pulse.
Seeing that Situ Ling looked uncomfortable, but her pulse was indeed much smoother than before, Feng Han's hanging heart finally fell, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Just now listening to the scream, she was really worried that the saint was lost by these two children...
After thinking about it, Feng Han shook his head and looked back at the two of them.
Seeing that his own brother, who was half-blooded with blood, was stinking, he glanced sideways at the little girl who was looking worriedly beside him, the woman's eyes turned slightly, but she understood something in an instant.
I can't help but smile, and then he said: "Well, you two have spent a lot of internal interest, so hurry up and go back to rest. The Lord is here to look after me and the imperial doctors, it's okay."
When the voice fell, she saw Feng Lan immediately raised her hand, and picked up the little guy next to her.
Without saying anything, he turned and left.
"...Poof."
Seeing the long back figure who walked out unhappily, Feng Han finally couldn't hold back, covering his mouth and chuckling.
The silly boy really got the hang of it.
I was still worried before, and he was cut off from love, and the little brother was crazy and compared himself to a woman, fearing that he would bring his parents under Jiuquan back to life.
It's great now, their old Fengjia finally won't cut off the incense
Feng Han nodded with emotion and smiled.
At that time, I suddenly felt that the wrist that was resting on the edge of the bed suddenly felt a slight warmth.
The woman was startled, and quickly cast her eyes down.
I saw Situ Ling on the bed in a daze, and finally opened his misty eyes.
The hand clasped her wrist subconsciously, and muttered in a daze: "Pour water on the gu..."
"...Holy, you are awake!"
Seeing this scene, Feng Han couldn't help but his beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
He quickly jumped off the bed, poured a cup of warm tea, and waited for him to drink it.
"……call……"
Situ Ling, who had drunk the tea, seemed to have slowed down completely, and let out a suffocating breath.
Finally recovered a little clear eyes, but was confused again, "Is this lonely...what's wrong?"
"Uh……"
Feng Han's hands trembled while holding him.
After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and turned and knelt beside the bed.
He bowed his hand to Situ Ling and pleaded guilty, "Sage, the subordinate is guilty, and I don't know that the things around him were moved by the villain, causing the sage to suffer this insidious internal injury..."
She sighed and told Situ Ling the whole story.
He even looked decisive, "This matter was caused by his subordinates' personal affair, and has nothing to do with Fengxianglou. Please also ask the Holy Spirit to let the subordinates bear all the guilt!"