It hurts to blow the mumps, and the man whispered, "That's enough.” Monsanto Elm was amnestied and hurried carefully to release the cloth that blocked the man's wound. The blood has stopped, and the wound in the hole looks very dull. She picked up the golden sores and sprinkled the powder evenly over it, eventually replacing it with a clean cloth.
After all this, she was relieved in the dark.
At this time, Changxi came in with a bowl of hot soup medicine, half kneeling to present the medicine bowl to the master.
Monsanto Elm lifted his eyes and his gaze blinded as he covered himself with a coat flap but still revealed a half-turn above his throat. Since Chang Xi is a fake, then the emperor must be true. As to why he frequently draws wind, she has been unable to go into the process and wants to put an end to today's malaria.
Zhou Wudi sent him aside often to take off his coat and lay on the bed of a dragon. He waved to the woman, "I am tired. Feed me the medicine. ”
Tired of your sister! Monsanto Elm's inner little man gracefully raised his middle finger, walked to the bedside and picked up the hot soup medicine.
“Your Majesty, the medicine is hot. The concubine will blow it for you.” She smiled softly, her pink little mouth pounding and exhaling into the spoon. The man's burning gaze was fixed on her lips. She glanced and quickly drew a bright light through her eyes, while her fingertips trembled and the whole bowl of medicine was poured on her thick gown very naturally and extremely crisp.
“Mulberry Elm, is it hot?” Zhou Wudi quickly pulled her aside and ripped her sleeves open to view. Snow White's wrist was already red and looked horrible, and he hated not being able to lift her skirt up and check it out if he hadn't been around a lot.
“The concubine failed temporarily. The concubine did not mean to do so, please forgive the Emperor!” She frowned and looked white. She knelt down beside Zhou Wudi's bed and kowtowed her head. A small face was full of horror, but her heart was darkly surprised by the word 'mulberry elm'. Since when is she close enough to call her name? Why doesn't she remember?
“You...” Why are you deliberately hurting yourself?! Zhou Wudi frowned tightly, his voice was cold and heavy. He just spewed out a word and saw her wet dress and red wrists. He swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach.
“Go back, get dressed quickly, be careful of the infection, I will ask Dr. Du to see it.” He pulled the woman up hard and saw her take two steps back immediately, widening the distance between them and darkening her eyes.
“Thank the Emperor.” Monsanto Elm bent his knees, dragged his wet skirt out, saw the silver green and blue water waiting outside the temple, suddenly had a feeling for the rest of his life after the robbery. Windy emperors are 10,000 times harder than ruthless emperors!
When the woman's back completely disappeared, Zhou Wu Emperor slowly retracted his gaze and revealed an extremely bitter smile on his face.
“What am I not doing well? She's gonna hurt herself just to get rid of me?” He looked toward the quiet and standing Chang Xi in the corner of the palace.
Chang Xi, though not a eunuch, but also a guard without a woman, he stunned, arched his hand, “The Emperor is doing well...” Here he stuck, I don't know how to interface.
“Well done?” Zhou Wudi fell on the couch of the dragon, muttered to herself, hammered the bed half a day later, suddenly enlightened the opening, “I know, because I treated her too well, she was anxious to get rid of me! She must think I'm a fake!” In the end, he gave a crying expression, and the bitterness in his heart was even stronger.
Too good for Princess Tokuhiko. Does she think you're fake? How bad did you have to be with her? Often rejoicing back into the corner, thinking about it.
In the roller palace, Monsanto Elm's front foot only entered the palace door. Dr. Du's back foot arrived. The wound was only slightly red and not serious. He gave a bottle of burn ointment and left in a hurry with a lot of precautions. The Emperor is still waiting for him to return to life in the Qingqing Palace.
“Ma'am, the slave gave you the medicine.” Sister Feng pinched her master's hand with a heartbroken face and picked a handful of ointment to apply carefully.
“Ma'am, is the emperor fake? Did you intentionally hurt yourself to get away?” Silver green eyeballs spinning and speculating low.
“No, it's true. Probably in a coma for too long, with some confusion of memory. Time will come back.” Meng Sangyu rubbed his forehead horn and could only use this reason to explain Zhou Wudi's behavior today.
“Is it true? That's good. That's good!” Sister Feng rushed to heaven goodbye, grabbed the master's clothes and said anxiously, “Mother, go to the Emperor and ask him to send additional men to find the Grandfather. It has been seven or eight days, the Grandfather is still alive and dead. ”
“I'll be there in the afternoon.” Monsanto Elm nodded and his face was slightly clotted. Father hasn't heard from him yet. He must still be alive. After all, the emperor is the emperor, even if he is almost taken over, but once he returns, the power in his hands is terrible. With the help of his guards, you have a better chance of finding your father, so you have to sell out some hues in the afternoon.
Thinking about it, she wiped the fat powder off her face little by little, washed it briefly and prepared to sleep in a beauty sleep, so as to nourish her spirit against the suction emperor.
At this point, a doctor came outside with a bowl of white misty soup medicine in his hand.
“Why are you still taking your pills?” Sister Feng looked pale. You don't have to ask. The emperor must be real!