The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Xie Qiao actually didn't quite understand why this prince would attract the attention of the ghosts.

The state has a national vein, but when the national fortune is prosperous, the royal family will be contaminated with a bit of dragon energy, and the surrounding evil spirits should not be close.

The royal feng shui must have been seen by the master, and there should be no such mistakes, so it is difficult to find the cause of the prince's problem.

So she doesn't know what to do now.

I don't know now, but I can check it later.

Birthday horoscopes, royal tombs, or man-made evils, with a little more effort, you can always find the problem.

However, it must be more difficult, so even if the prince's face appeals to her, she has never mentioned it before.

"No need, Miss Xie is weak, how can Gu trouble you so much?" At this moment, Zhao Xuanjing sat upright and said in a calm tone.

Xie Qiao was very embarrassed, but at the moment he was lying here and couldn't move: "A cultivator should also take action, and accumulate blessings for himself."

Xie Qiao sighed inwardly.

The prince is now like a big water tank, looking round and round, in fact, there is a big hole in the bottom!

The dragon energy of the national vein is continuously sent to him. He can keep only a little bit, and the rest is gone. Even because there is a big hole, the dirty things outside can get close, and the yin and yang are unstable. .

It's actually quite poor.

Xie Qiao glanced at him sympathetically.

She didn't know how much wine she drank in her stomach, her eyes were only half-open, and her slightly squinted state looked like her eyes were flowing, which was very seductive.

"It's so late, isn't His Highness going to the East Court?" Xie Qiao asked slowly.

Zhao Xuanjing stood still: "I'm afraid you will burn this academy."

Xie Qiao thought about it, she didn't want to go, she also had someone who could talk with her.

"Please, Your Highness, give me some water." Xie Qiao said cheekily.

Zhao Xuanjing didn't say anything, poured a cup of tea and walked to Xie Qiao, only then did Xie Qiao realize that his right palm was wrapped in cloth, which was not suitable for holding a bowl.

Zhao Xuanjing rarely uses his right hand.

At this moment, Zhou Weizong was guarding the door. Seeing that Zhao Xuanjing was about to come forward, he immediately came over and said, "His Royal Highness, let me come."

Zhao Xuanjing's face turned gloomy, but he placed the tea bowl in his left hand in Zhou Weizong's hand.

Xie Qiao just wanted to drink water, and it didn't matter who fed it, but Zhao Xuanjing was also her nominal junior brother anyway, and she was more than happy to accept the filial piety of her junior brother.

Also, the prince's reaction was a bit strange.

"Isn't it enough to pinch a spoon?" Xie Qiao asked suspiciously.

"Xie Banxian, our Highness's hand is not very convenient. It was cut by the blade just now. It's better to stay still." Zhou Weizong quickly explained.

"Is it scratched? Can my fingers move?" Xie Qiao asked.

"I can." Zhou Weizong thought for a while, His Highness's hand was broken in the palm of his hand, and there was a lot of blood, but pinching a spoon would not actually involve the wound.

The point is not the wound, but that the right hand is useless and cannot hold heavy objects.

"If you can move, please trouble Your Highness." Xie Qiao made a tentative sound.

There are no outsiders here, so you can take advantage of it.

The corners of Zhao Xuanjing's mouth twitched a little, but there was still no special expression on his indifferent face. He took the tea bowl with great joy, held a spoon in one hand and a spoon in the other, and handed a spoonful of water to Xie Qiao's mouth.

Zhou Weizong looked at him with concern, and subconsciously stared at the prince's hand.

Xie Qiao took a sip: "Guardian Zhou, Your Highness is not a fool. If you feel uncomfortable in your hands, you will naturally tell you, can you move your eyes to other places?"