Eleven climbed down from the bench tremblingly. She was in a mess and had no time to take care of it. At this time, she was so weak that she was really miserable. Her clothes were wrinkled and stained with blood, her face was pale, and her cheeks were wet with sweat.
A man, even if he receives those thirty big words, he will not act as if nothing has happened.
It seemed like a long time before she found her voice: "If there's just a slight difference, isn't the Emperor afraid that he won't be able to reassure you?"
Although her voice was weak, it still fell firmly into the ears of everyone present. Everyone could not help but be shocked. Did the queen mean to blame the emperor for not finishing the thirty big boards?
"The last thing I have to bear is mine." He said, maybe she was the only one who understood his things. If he didn't tell her, how could she know?
It wasn't until he told Hua Chi to pick up the stick on the ground, and until he actually started to lie down on the bench, that they realized that the emperor was not just talking.
Eleven's hands tugged on the corners of his clothes the moment he picked up his gown.
"Qingluan is bold and wants to exchange his whole heart for the emperor's favor." She raised her eyes and looked at his face that was always a little pale.
He didn't respond, probably because he acquiesced and Hua Chi had already ordered people to remove the benches and sticks.
"What does the queen want to say?"
Why is there a twisted and dark heart under this gentle mask? Eleven felt heartbroken, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, touching the blood stains on the corners of his lips. He seemed to be startled, and even his smile froze, but
but did not avoid
She smiled and gently wiped away the dazzling red for him
"Qingluan didn't intentionally learn that the emperor didn't believe Qingluan, and he didn't even hesitate to use punishment to warn him. It's just that the emperor seemed to have forgotten that Qingluan married from afar. Although the palace was large, no one was familiar with such a situation. How could Qingluan deal with it?
Who told me?" She spoke very softly, wondering if it was to avoid being heard. "If the emperor is still worried that Qingluan can't keep the secret, he can give Qingluan dumb medicine or poisonous wine, and Qingluan will definitely not refuse."
Slowly leaning down, with her arrogance, she moved out of his sight with tiny steps. He never answered her words, just looked at her quietly and let her go away, the smile in his eyes gradually gradually
Disappear, turn into, an endless coldness...
Shiyi's injuries were not minor, but she returned all the medicine sent by the hospital.
She has her own pride. Even if this injury was caused by him, she will not take his medicine again.