Soon, Xiao Jiuan was put on the bed.
"I'll just stay here and watch." Song Wanqing nodded to the two of them.
"Okay, we're right outside. If you need help, just call." Lin Dao went to bring tea and snacks, and also brought over a few books.
"Thank you, Master." Song Wanqing said sincerely. She was really grateful to Lin Dao for her unconditional trust.
"Why are you being polite to me? I'll go out first." Before leaving, Lin Dao whispered again, "That smelly ink is just a stubborn cow. Don't argue with him."
"I know." Song Wanqing smiled and said she didn't care.
Lin Dao turned around and went out, but as soon as he got outside, he started arguing with Zhi Mo again.
"Do you really treat her like your master?" Zhimo said angrily, "I tell you, if she dares to harm the prince, I will definitely kill her."
"Why are you so indifferent to good and evil?" Lin Dao was furious, "No matter whether we can succeed this time or not, Miss Wanqing is helping the prince. Why are you so hostile to her?"
Zhimo sneered, "Po Dao, don't pretend to be stupid for me. Does our prince really care if he can stand up?"
"..." Lin Dao held back a sentence for a long time, "Then it's always good to stand up."
"The prince doesn't care at all, and this Song Wanqing still uses these trivial things to ask the prince to help her again and again." Zhimo was obviously not angry today, "It is simply shameless."
"That's enough for you. Do you think you are the only one who can understand Miss Wanqing's little thoughts?" Lin Dao thought of what Xiao Jiu'an had said. Every time, it was obvious that Xiao Jiu'an knew Song Wanqing's little plan, "The prince is smarter than you, he I am also willing to help Miss Wanqing..."
He almost pointed at Zhi Mo's nose and cursed, "Smelly ink, the water in your head is pouring. What the prince thinks is not something you or I can control."
After saying this, Zhimo Hou's molars were all broken, but he also knew that he had nothing to say.
Indeed, from the moment Song Wanqing moved into Prince Zhan's Mansion, everything was Xiao Jiuan's will, and they could only obey his words.
In the dormitory, Song Wanqing heard that the two of them were no longer arguing, so she carefully stood up from the door and returned to the bed.
Only now did she realize that Xiao Jiuan had always been willing to help her, and even if he knew her intentions, he didn't care.
She propped her chin up, looked at the sleeping man, and said to herself, "Is it because of my mother? Anyway, you should get well soon. I will move away as soon as possible and won't trouble you anymore."
Soon it was night, Lin Dao and Zhi Mo were on duty in shifts, and tonight it was Zhi Mo.
Almost every hour, he would go in to take a look at the situation, but every time he went in, he found that Song Wanqing was also awake.
The third time, he finally couldn't help it and said sarcastically, "No need to pretend, I won't change my attitude even if you stay up all night."
Song Wanqing shook her head helplessly, "Master Zhimo, you are overthinking. I said the first three nights are very important and I can't rest."
Zhimo left expressionlessly.
As a result, Song Wanqing was indeed awake every time he went in.
Before dawn, he said coldly, "You are indeed powerful. There is something in having that broken knife protect you like that."
"Lord Zhimo, I am naturally grateful for the great care Master has shown me. As for other things, I don't understand." After staying up all night, Song Wanqing was tired, "I'm going to sleep for a while, Lord Zhimo, please do as you please. "
She got up and walked to the table, then lay down on the table to rest.
The next night, it was Lin Dao's turn to be on duty. Seeing that Song Wanqing was not sleeping, he advised her, "Miss Wanqing, you stayed up all night last night, so just take a nap tonight. Don't worry, I will watch over the prince." If anything happens, I will wake you up immediately."
"No, I'm fine. I've already rested during the day." Song Wanqing refused to sleep.
"How can sleeping for so long during the day be enough?" Lin Dao still wanted to persuade him, but he saw that Song Wanqing's eyes were already bruised.
"Master, I'm really fine." Song Wanqing pushed Lin Dao out, "Leave me alone."
Lin Dao shook his head helplessly and continued to stand outside with his arms folded.
In the middle of the night, a scream suddenly came from the room. He immediately turned around and rushed in, and saw blood on the ground.
"What's going on?" He nervously stepped forward to check Xiao Jiu'an's condition.
Song Wanqing was obviously a little flustered, "I don't know. Logically speaking, the Ninth Prince shouldn't vomit blood tonight."
She looked solemn and felt Xiao Jiu'an's pulse repeatedly, but she did not calm down.
After Xiao Jiuan vomited blood again, he fainted again and lay there quietly, seemingly fine.
"Miss Wanqing, don't worry. The prince's body is much stronger than ordinary people. I believe everything will be fine." Lin Dao knew that Song Wanqing must not panic at this time, otherwise something would really go wrong.
"Okay, I understand, Master." Song Wanqing watched Lin Dao leave.
She sat back on the bed again and carefully felt Xiao Jiu'an's pulse. At this time, his pulse was extremely disordered and she couldn't figure out anything.
She couldn't help but become anxious. If something went wrong with the last medicine, she couldn't imagine it.
She was someone who had already lived once, and with so many things happening in the capital, Xiao Jiuan sent people to find her grandfather again. She believed that even if she died, her grandfather would not be framed by them again.
But Xiao Jiuan's life should not be cut off. He is a majestic war king and the god of Dayong Kingdom, so he must not die!
"Ninth Prince, can you hear me?" As soon as she opened her mouth, the little girl's voice couldn't help but choked with sobs, and her eyes turned red, "I know that you have been helping me silently for so long, and I really want to cure you. Sick, you must get better."
As soon as she finished speaking, it seemed that she could no longer control her emotions, and she lay beside the bed and sobbed softly.
Obviously, Xiao Jiuan's life and death in front of her was the most uncertain thing she had encountered since her rebirth.
However, when Zhimo, who had been watching the situation inside the house on the roof, saw this, his expression changed. Although it was Lin Dao's turn to be on duty tonight, he was worried and stayed on the roof.
Just after Xiao Jiuan vomited blood, he immediately opened a few tiles and clearly looked at the situation inside the house.
Song Wanqing seemed to really care about Xiao Jiuan's safety, and now, when no one was around, the little girl actually cried in worry. Was she acting? Or did he really misunderstand her?
While Zhimo was hesitating, he heard Lin Dao knocking on the door outside, "Miss Wanqing, I brought some supper over here, you can eat some."
It turned out that Ling Dao had gone and returned, so Song Wanqing had been prepared for it? Are you crying on purpose to show that broken knife?
Zhimo narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Song Wanqing was more scheming than he thought!
