MTL - Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead-Chapter 47 Waiting disease (3)
It was painful to blow the gangsters, and the man said in a low voice. "Yes." Meng Sangqi was so embarrassed that he quickly and carefully released the cloth that blocked the wounds of men. The blood has stopped, and the wound in the hole is very embarrassing. She picked up the golden sore medicine, spread the powder evenly over it, and finally replaced it with a clean cloth strip.
After doing all this, she secretly sighed.
At this moment, Chang Xi came in with a bowl of hot soup, and half-shouldered the medicine bowl to the master.
Meng Sang squatted and looked at the throat that he covered with his placket but still showed a half-point. He saw it. Since Changxi is a fake, then this emperor must be true. As for why he frequently sighs, she has no way to go deeper, just want to end the hospital today.
Emperor Zhou Wu often sent aside to the side, took off his coat, half lying on the dragon couch, waving to the woman, "I am tired, love to feed and drink medicine."
Tired of your sister! Meng Sang's inner villain elegantly cocked the middle finger, walked to the side of the couch and picked up the hot soup.
"The emperor, the medicine is very hot, and the courtiers will help you blow." She smiled softly, and the pink mouth was picked up, and she spoke to the spoon. The man's burning sight freezes on her lips. She was coveted, her eyes swiftly passing a bright light, and at the same time her fingertips shook, the whole bowl of medicine was extremely natural and extremely crispy on her thick robes.
"Mulberry, is it hot?" Zhou Wudi quickly pulled her to the side and pulled her sleeves to look at it. The white wrist is already red, and it looks very horrible. If it is not always happy, he can't pick up her skirt and check it out.
"Chen Chen lost his hand for a moment, and the courtier did not deliberately ask the emperor to make atonement!" She glanced at her eyebrows and her face was white. She started to look at the bed of Zhou Wudi. A small face was full of horror, but her heart was " The words "mulberry" are secretly different. When did she and the person get close enough to call the name? Why can't she remember?
"You..." Why do you intentionally hurt yourself? ! Zhou Wudi's thick eyebrows were wrinkled, his voice was cold and heavy, and he just spit out a word, saw her wet skirt and red wrists, and swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach.
"Let's go back, change your clothes and be careful about the disease. You will call Du Tai doctor to see." He pulled the woman up hard and saw her immediately step back two steps, pulling the distance between them, the darkness of the dice was darker. .
"Xie Huang Shang." Meng Sang squatted and bowed, walked out with a wet skirt, and saw the silver and blue water waiting outside the temple. Suddenly there was a feeling of rest for the rest of his life. The tempting emperor is harder to deal with 10,000 times than the ruthless emperor!
When the woman's back disappeared completely, Zhou Wudi slowly recovered his sight, and his face showed a bitter smile to the extreme.
"Which place is not good? She wants to hurt herself, just to get rid of it early?" He looked at Chang Xi, who stood quietly in the corner of the temple.
Although Chang Xi is not an eunuch, but also a dark guard who does not touch the female color, he stunned and swayed. "The emperor is doing very well..." He came here and he didn't know how to interface.
"Is it done well?" Zhou Wudi leaned down on the dragon couch and muttered to himself. After half a squatting, he slammed the bed and stunned the opening. "I know, because she is too good, she is eager to Get rid of cockroaches! She must have thought that cockroaches are fake!" The words fell, and he showed a look of dumbfounding, and the bitter taste in his heart was more intense.
To Dessert Niang Niang is so good, Deyi Niangniang thinks you are fake? How bad have you been to her before? Chang Xi retired to the corner and secretly pondered.
In the tourmaline palace, Meng Sangqi’s forefoot stepped into the palace gate. Du Tai’s doctor’s foot arrived. The wound was only slightly red, not serious. He sent a bottle of scald cream and confessed a lot of precautions and left. The emperor is still waiting for him to go back to life in the Qing Palace.
"The niece, slaves give you rubbing medicine." Feng Xiao's face was so distressed that he took the hand of the master and picked a smudge of the cream.
"Mother, the emperor is fake? You deliberately hurt yourself to get out?" Yin Cui's eyeball turned and whispered.
"No, it's true. It's probably too long to stun, and the memory is a bit confusing. It will be restored after a long time." Meng Sang smashed his forehead and could only use this reason to explain Zhou Wudi's convulsions today.
"Is it true? That's good, then it's good!" Feng Xiaochong worshipped the heavens, and took the master's clothes, anxiously opening. "Greedy, you go to the emperor, let him send people to find the country's grandfather. It’s been seven or eight days, and the country’s grandfather is still alive and dead.”
"I will go in the afternoon." Meng Sangqi nodded, his face showing a bit of dignity. The father has not heard the news and must be alive. After all, the emperor was an emperor. Even if he was almost seized of power, once he returned, the power he could control was terrible. If there is a dark guard from his majesty, the chances of finding a father will be even greater. In this case, it is rare to sell some hues in the afternoon.
Thinking of this, she wiped the powder on her face little by little, and she simply washed her hair and prepared to sleep, so that she could raise her spirit to deal with the Emperor.
Just then, a medical woman came out of the temple, holding a bowl of soup with a white mist.
"Why, how do you still need to drink medicine?" Feng Wei paled. Needless to ask, this emperor must be true!
The doctor just smiled and slammed into the face of Meng Sangzhen. He held the medicine bowl with both hands and said with respect, "Please ask the girl to drink medicine."
"Girls don't..." Feng Wei reached out and wanted to stop, but Meng Sangqi had already picked up the medicine bowl and sipped his head. At this time, Feng Wei especially missed A Bao, the ghost spirit must have a way to knock the medicine bowl over. Unfortunately, the goddess insisted that they not find it again.
"Go on." The medicine bowl was handed back, and Meng Sangqi waved. Don't think she didn't see the gaze of the doctor. If she didn't take medicine, she might have ten bowls and eight bowls waiting for her. This is also good, she does not want the man's child at all. Without children, she only needs to fight for herself for the rest of her life. She can still have a leisure time in the next half of life. She looks at others to fight, but with her children, she has to catch up with her next life and accompany her children. Fight. When is this day a head? She is already too tired!
"Anniling..." Feng Yan had tears in his eyes and circled around the main. Seeing that the body has been raised for more than half, and now it is ruined, how can the emperor feel so sad?
"Nothing, I am more comfortable." Meng Sang faint smile, let the face of the silver and green water to help her sort out a green silk, and then lazy into the warm bedding, the first bite, breathe quickly It’s smooth. If everything is troubled and entangled, don't think that one day can be a good day in this house. She won't let herself become a dull, mentally miserable fool. When people can't resist life, the only thing they can do is to adapt to life and try to make themselves better.
After sleeping for half an hour, Bishui called her on time and went to the Qing Palace to attend the hospital.
Put the hair into a loose pony, slanting a gilt point and swaying it, opening the bottle and can in front of it, Meng Sang licked the lips and put them one by one. Since the emperor likes it, she will not paint it. Today, the high position in the palace is only one of her innocence, and the emperor can understand her passion. She conveniently used this opportunity to save her father and say that there will be new girls in the palace in the coming year, and I don’t know who is the river or who is the bridge.
With a smile on her lips, she only applied a little bit of balm on her face, and a little bit of condensation on her lips would go to the Qing Palace. The cold wind quickly smeared her white, transparent face.
At the age of seventeen, it is the age of flowers. The girl who swayed in the wind blew the frost and the snow, and it was like a white plum. Zhou Wudi stood at the gate of the palace and looked at it. He saw the shadow that gradually approached, and the dark eyes were slightly bright.
Walking back to the main hall, he spread a piece of crepe paper and screamed at the table that stood at the table.
"The emperor, your shoulder injury has not healed, you want to practice the word or wait for the injury to say it." Chang Xi quickly dissuaded.
"Nothing, just write a few words." He waved his hand and stood still for a moment. He heard that the gentle footsteps of the woman were getting closer and closer, and this took up the wolverine and swung it on the crepe paper.
When Meng Sangqi came in, he saw Zhou Wudi, who was concentrating on the word at the Royal Table. The man's oblique eyebrows fluttered into the squat, and the slightly thin lips smashed into a straight line. The expression of his focus made his beautiful and innocent face more attractive. This is undoubtedly an attractive man, and there is the supreme right in the world. It is no wonder that so many women in the palace want him to be born-to-death.
Her eyes were clear, her face was smiling with a standard smile, and the money went over, standing by the man, looking at the paper on the table. The pen travels to the dragon, and the domineering cursive script is on the paper, and the wind of a smashing king is coming to the surface, which is convincing. This is the handwriting of Zhou Wudi alone. Ordinary people can only imitate their shape and it is difficult to imitate their god.
Sure enough, it is true! Meng Sang’s twilight flashed, and he took over the ink sticks of Changxi and personally grinds ink for men.
As soon as she moved, Zhou Wudi found her general, immediately let go of her wolverine, naturally licking her sleeves, checking her scalded wrists, seeing that the erythema had subsided, and the chilly facial lines immediately softened. Mulberry is still very measured, and I will never hurt myself for others. This is very good.
"Mulberry, you are here, look at these words, how do you look?" Pinching her white fingertips, Zhou Wudi pointed to the paper, and said in the heart: No one can recognize people, the word should always know.
"Chen Chen has seen the emperor." Meng Sangqi wants to bend his knees and be pulled up by the man. Naturally, he is in his arms, and the hot and hot male atmosphere fills her nose. Not interested in exploring the term that the man suddenly changed, she smiled and said softly, "The word of the emperor is naturally excellent."
"Don't be perfunctory." The man's slightly hot lips clung to her ear, and the low, thick voice slammed her eardrums, giving a sense of shudder. The thick suffocating air sticks the two bodies together with the surrounding air.
Meng Sang's eartips are slightly moving, and the smirk on his face is more splendid. "The emperor also knows that the courtiers don't know the ink and ink. Is it true that the courtiers say one or two, is the emperor not purely difficult?"
"I don't know how to ink?" Zhou Wudi whispered her delicate cheeks while whispering the words, and the dark eyes sparkled with unclear light.
Meng Sangzhen felt that his face was almost numb.
"If you don't know, you won't get through, you will teach you." He smiled low and laughed. He laughed with a sigh of relief. He bowed his head and printed a kiss on the side of the woman's fat powder. At the end, he gently licked it with his tongue. Look, it feels very delicious.
