Quick time travel female supporting role: the sickly villain is suave and seductive

Chapter 50 Prince, please respect yourself50

As if he could see Lan Shuang's confusion from her complicated expression, Yun Fu leaned back, sat in the chair, and said with a playful smile: "I have to maintain the image of a playboy at all times. These are all disguises.

Don't care."

Lan Shuang: "Haha."

Why do I feel that your identity as a descendant of a medical family is just a disguise? Is this the real you now?

She took the bronze mirror and took a look. Well, there was a round "black mole" on the right side of her nose, which looked very happy.

She immediately squeezed the bronze mirror tightly and squeezed out Prince Ming's name from between her teeth: "Jun, Cong, Lan!"

Yunfu held his palms and laughed, almost fainting.

Prince Ming touched his nose nonchalantly and said, "I'll just wipe it for you."

Lan Shuang returned the mirror to Yun Fu and strode up to Prince Ming, "I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

Prince Ming got up and went to the wash basin in the corner to wet the handkerchief. After wringing it half dry, he came back and stood in front of Lan Shuang, holding her chin and wiping her gently.

It took several wipes to get it clean.

Lan Shuang wrinkled her nose slightly, "It's hot."

After repeated rubbing, the tip of her nose turned red, looking cute and pitiful.

Prince Ming looked at her intently for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the tip of her nose, "Don't be angry, please pay attention next time."

Lan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I wasn't angry at all."

Yunfu: "..."

Why did he come in? This extra thing...

He rolled his eyes, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it on his desk. He said succinctly: "For detoxification, eat it in advance and leave."

After saying that, he strode out of the study.

Lan Shuang and King Ming looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Hongmen Banquet, no, the family banquet was in the evening, so they were not in a hurry. After a leisurely lunch, they went back to the room to hug each other and take a nap. It was almost time before they got up.

After getting up, Lan Shuang took Prince Ming and put on makeup for him. People who are dying must look like they are dying soon.

Who would believe it if I told you about it with such a cheerful look on your face?

After struggling with makeup for half an hour, the two of them almost entered the palace at the right time.

The emperor sat at the top and looked at the two people who had arrived late. Lan Shuang pushed Prince Ming to greet the emperor and the empress: "I have met the emperor, the empress."

The emperor and queen just looked at her lightly, and then focused on observing Prince Ming in the wheelchair.

The hall was as bright as day, and everyone's faces were clearly visible. Only King Ming wore a mask, but judging from his figure, he seemed to be thinner, and the loose clothes covering his body were empty.

The exposed neck is very white, and above it is a pair of bloodless lips, which look a bit dry, with deep lip lines, and above it is a pair of chaotic and lifeless eyes, which look really sick.

But the emperor didn't dare to believe it at this time. He pretended to be concerned and asked: "Is Ninth Brother's health feeling better recently? You have been wearing a mask. I don't know what your face is like. I am very worried."

When King Ming heard this, he gently pulled his lips and smiled: "Doesn't the emperor know what my brother's physical condition is like? Doctor Fang didn't tell me?"

As he spoke, he took off his mask, and the queen gasped when she saw this.

"Why are you...so haggard?"

The emperor was also shocked. He originally thought that his life was short-lived was just a concept, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he truly understood what it meant.

Even the princes and princes sitting on both sides couldn't help but whisper.

Prince Ming didn't feel anything at all, he just let everyone watch with an expressionless face.

His face was an abnormal green-white color, and his eyebrows were still as dark as ever, but this made his face even more ugly. His eyes were dull and dull, with a large area of ​​rich blue-black under the eye sockets, coupled with the scars from the past, he looked really haggard and tired.

horrible.

The emperor was even in a trance. Is this really his Nine Emperors brother, Yushu Linfeng? Why does he look different at all?

Now let alone the Yushu Linfeng, it is simply full of death energy.

Are people like this really just pretending?

The emperor wavered for a moment.

Lan Shuang listened to the discussions of the people around her, then looked at the emperor who was speechless. She clenched her hands tightly and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, please let the prince take his seat. He has worked very hard."

There was an embarrassed look on her face, and the emperor suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah, yes, yes, it's all my fault that I was so surprised that I forgot about this. Quickly push him to his seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lan Shuang pushed Prince Ming back to his position, and immediately followed them with several unexplained glances.

Lan Shuang was unhappy, so she took the mask from King Ming's hand and put it on carefully for him.

Prince Ming's eyes moved slightly and he looked at her. He was not happy to see her pursed lips and held her hand under the table.

Lan Shuang was startled, then her expression softened.

888 also noticed Lan Shuang's mood swings and advised: "Host, don't be too angry. The overall situation is the most important thing. The overall situation is the most important thing."

Lan Shuang sneered: "I know, let them see enough today, and when we meet again in the future, they will have to kneel down to see it."

888 took a deep breath, these words are truly amazing.

"Why does Lao Jiu look so ugly? Didn't he take his medicine on time?"

The queen asked with a worried look, and the emperor also echoed: "Yes, are all the medicinal materials I sent to you useless?"

Lan Shuang glanced at Ming Wang. Ming Wang was leaning on the back of his wheelchair, looking as angry as a gossamer.

Seeing this, 888 hurriedly said: "Host, it's time for your performance. Do you need eye drops?"

"Eye drops? You look down on me too much." Lan Shuang chuckled, then picked up the handkerchief and tears rolled down her face. 888 was dumbfounded.

Lan Shuang also choked with sobs and said to the emperor: "Back to the emperor, queen, I have used all the medicines for the prince. I have a bowl of medicine every morning and evening, but... it still doesn't work."

She sobbed and pressed the corner of her eyes with the handkerchief, "Now that the prince is like this, it is already a good time. He usually sleeps for most of the day. I am really scared."

"What are you afraid of? I'm at the end of my strength. I'll die if I die. If you stay a widow for me, I won't turn into a vicious ghost and haunt you."

King Ming spoke up at the right time, but his tone was as arrogant as ever.

Lan Shuang glanced at the emperor and held back her words.

Seeing them like this, the emperor began to doubt more and more whether King Rong's words could be trusted.

King Rong didn't bring Lan Yuning. He sat in his seat and watched Lan Shuang and King Ming perform, and he was also beating in his heart.

The atmosphere at the banquet fell to the bottom in an instant. No one dared to speak casually, and even did not dare to breathe for fear of blowing King Ming to death with one breath.

Everyone looked at this and that, not knowing what to do. It seemed inappropriate to eat, but it was also strange to sit like this. Paired with King Ming's half-dead look, it gave people an illusion.

It seems that they are not here for the banquet today, but to wait for King Ming to die. As long as King Ming passes away, they can eat now, which is really convenient.

(End of chapter)