C17

Chu Yi gasped and looked at him with teary eyes, "My head hurts, my butt hurts, my neck hurts, my stomach hurts."

"…" Wasn't this pretending? He looked at her for a moment. "You can't even stand up when we get there, can you? You need someone to help you go back?"

"No, my royal brother is truly uncomfortable." With one hand covering his stomach, Chu Yi clutched his thigh with the other, not daring to loosen his grip. "Ouch! I'm in so much pain …"

You don't seem to be faking it either. Bo Wu Ai sneered. Thinking back to his sincere look last night in front of him, he was probably acting too.

"Since that's the case, then this prince will follow you to find the imperial physician and see what kind of great illness you've gotten." "Are there any who haven't been cured yet?"

The wailing Chu Yi stopped as he rolled his eyes at his son.

He had always been tactful and tactfully replied, "Reporting to your highness, that day the crown prince accidentally drank the poison. I believe the poison in his body has not been completely cleansed."

"If it's not clean, then it's a big deal. Otherwise, the damage to the crown prince's body won't be small." Bo Wuyi's expression was indifferent, he did not intend to take a step back. "To the Imperial Hospital."

Just like that, Chu Yi carried a rock and threw it at his feet. Along the way, she kept sighing over the lies. The grandson beside her just stared at her silently, clearly knowing what she was trying to say.

But since he didn't say it, he wanted to wait for Chu Yi to make a fool of himself, but how could Chu Yi be easy to deal with? You have a good plan, I've had a wall ladder, and just as they were about to arrive at the hospital, Chu Yi suddenly choked and vomited.

Not to mention vomiting, she still spat on Bo Wuyi's face. Her pink mouth opened and spat out a few drops of water, bringing along a few gusts of wind. Bo Wuyi was so shocked that he almost jumped off the palanquin, and those people who carried him on the palanquin twisted for a long distance before finally stopping and letting down the palanquin, kowtowing and admitting their mistakes.

Chu Yi sneered in his heart as he feigned weakness on the surface, "Royal brother, how are you? Did you fall down?"

Bo Wuyi did not turn around. He first calmly and elegantly got down from the carriage, and then quickly took a glance at his own clothes. Finally, he turned his head to look at Chu Yu, who was pretending to be strong, and said with a gaze that could turn sharp into knives, "The Crown Prince is in a really bad mood. You intentionally turned your head to the side to throw up, and then turned around to spit on my face. You sure are considerate. "

Chu Yu was slightly startled and immediately put on a wronged look. "Royal brother can't say that about royal brother, he didn't do it on purpose, it's just that …" Before she could finish her sentence, she was about to vomit again.

Even though he was a few meters away, Bo Wuyi still took a few steps back. He pinched his nose in disgust and said fiercely: "Looks like the crown prince is not feeling well today. I will leave first and come back another day."

Don't come, Elder!

Be careful, you old man!" he said, bending over and throwing up, and waving as he walked away. "Owehh ….

A shiver ran down his spine, and he left without even turning his head back.

"This man is simply revolting you here." After walking a long distance, the servant Zhong Ling said angrily, "Prince, you should also teach him a lesson."

How could he not know that he was being toyed with? A cold light flashed through her phoenix-like eyes. "If he wants to disgust himself, then he should disgust himself. What does it matter to me?"