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Chapter seven hundred and ninety-fifth: the tyrant spoils the fallen princess 11(2/2)

The maid responded, then said respectfully:

"This slave is here waiting for the girl to finish eating before leaving."

Yingqian finally figured it out.

Xiang Xuanhai didn't believe her compliment at all.

He probably just treats her as an interesting gadget.

It's okay to have a laugh.

It's all about relieving boredom.

Anyway, in Xiang Xuanhai's eyes.

Yingqian is just a little beast whose claws haven't grown yet.

Even if it causes a storm.

Not enough for him to care.

Yingqian was still in a trance, but the maid had already put the wild vegetable soup to her mouth, and said coldly in a tone of urging Dalang to take medicine:

"Girl, let's drink some soup."

"No, no, no, you drink, you drink..."

"Girl drink."

The two of them were polite to each other.

The spoon is getting closer and closer to Yingqian.

He was about to reach her lips.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards.

The man's gentle voice sounded.

"I, Wen Qingzhi, have come to treat the girl under the order of the king. I wonder if the girl can be convenient at this time?"

The maid spent a long time and finally pushed the spoon to Yingqian's lips. She was about to feed her a drink, but was interrupted by Wen Qingzhi.

But she didn't dare to neglect and hurried over to open the door.

When she saw Wen Qingzhi standing at the door, the coldness on the maid's face disappeared. She bent down and said respectfully:

"I've met Mr. Wen."

Wen Qingzhi nodded with a smile and said:

"I have been ordered to diagnose and treat the girl. You can go down first."

The maid glanced at Ying Qian and nodded hesitantly.

"My slave is guarding outside. You can call me at any time if you have orders."

"good."

Wen Qingzhi stepped into the hall, followed by a round-faced girl with low eyebrows and narrow eyes.

Wait until the palace door is closed.

The round-faced girl suddenly raised her head.

As soon as she saw Ying Qian, her eyes immediately turned red.

"Miss!"

Taohua quickly ran to the bed.

I wanted to throw myself into Yingqian's arms.

But as soon as he opened his arms, Wen Qingzhi gently persuaded him.

"Miss Qian is injured, please don't do anything without permission."

Taohua was stunned, then stumbled back a step. She glanced around and saw the arrow that had sunk deeply into Yingqian's calf.

The tip of the arrow is hidden in the flesh.

The fabric on the trouser legs was completely soaked in dark red.

Just take a look.

They all felt excruciating pain.

However, Yingqian's expression remained unchanged.

Taohua's eyes were very red. She knelt half-kneeling in front of the bed and said in a trembling voice:

"Miss, it's my fault...I should have followed you..."

"Why are you crying?"

Yingqian wiped away her tears and nodded slightly to Wen Qingzhi.

"Taohua is safe and sound, thank you very much, Mr. Wen, for your help."

"Nothing."

Wen Qingzhi shook his head and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!
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