Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"So suddenly? ... Didn't you notice any other signs?"

Feng Lan was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and Peach Blossom looked around subconsciously, as if she was looking for something.

After a while, he seemed to have found nothing, so he could not help frowning slightly in annoyance.

After pondering for a while, he finally took a step and walked into the back room.

In place of the imperial doctor who was squatting by the head of the bed, unable to do anything, anxiously wiping his sweat, he grabbed Situ Ling's wrist and took a pulse for him.

However, Xiang Xing saw that the more he grasped it, the more serious and confused his face became.

It seems that Situ Ling's current situation is very difficult.

It doesn't seem like it's time for her to continue being a bad kid.

After thinking about it, the little guy took a deep breath, and he could only open the voice transmission that he had not used for a long time to enter the secret, and summon the duck duck eagle.

[Duck, it's a big deal, come and help! ]

"...Guck! Guck!"

It didn't take long for the duck eagle to spread its majestic grey wings, flew in from outside the door, and squatted directly on top of Xiang Xing's head.

[Duck, turn on the physiological data monitoring to see what the little emperor is like. ]

The little guy was busy giving orders to Duck Duck.

Since even Feng Lan didn't notice anything unusual in this house, maybe Situ Ling had a problem with his own health.

Suddenly fell down or something, I'm afraid it's not a heart attack or a stroke...

[…]

Listening to Xiang Xing's chaotic brain supplement, Ya Ya rolled her eyes a little helplessly.

But he still obediently turned on the physiological data monitoring and checked Situ Ling's various indicators and skills.

However, after checking and checking, even Duck Duck's eyes widened in shock.

[…Ah Xing, it’s really strange that Situ Ling is like this. ]

It called out the monitoring results and displayed them in front of Xiang Xing, and muttered in disbelief, [You Kang, the data shows that Situ Ling's heartbeat and blood pressure, all indicators are very normal, and there is no sign of poisoning! ]

[Then why did he faint? ]

Xiang Xing blinked softly.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that a faint light suddenly flashed in her mind, accompanied by some small pictures, passing quickly in the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

At night, on the roof, a man and a woman...

and a string of familiar bells.

...a bell?

The little guy was in a trance, as if he suddenly remembered something, and immediately turned his attention to Feng Han by his side.

Soft eyes squinted, suddenly up and down, looking at her carefully.

Seeing Feng Han froze for a while, she couldn't help but be confused: "Little General, why are you... why are you looking at me like this?"

"..."

Xiang Xing didn't answer her, but just pinched his chin on the ground, his eyes seemed to be covered with honey, and he stuck to the woman's body like that.

It wasn't until she seemed to notice a faint feeling that in the end, her pupils were directly fixed on a brocade embroidered purse hanging from Feng Han's waist.

Feeling that it was almost nine times out of ten, the little guy paused, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the purse.

He asked softly, "Sister Fenghan, can you show me what's in your purse?"

"……what?"

Feng Han was a little surprised.

But he recovered instantly, and subconsciously covered his purse, his face slightly embarrassed.

Please, please, how can the things in the girl's purse be shown to others casually...

"what are you guys saying?"

At this moment, Feng Lan in the screen seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and suddenly turned halfway and came out to look at them.