Yue Cang looked coldly at Chuoluo who was dazed on the side, with a sarcastic look in his eyes, "Master Chuoluo, are you happy now? Xueze is so angry that you have lost another competitor!"
Chuoluo curled his lips. He felt a little guilty for Xueze, but Xueze was born with poor health. There will be a day...
"No one can snatch what I want from me. The same goes for you, Yue Cang. The princess has never regarded you as a male concubine. You are just a little brother in her eyes." Chuo Luo smiled evilly.
So heartless.
Yue Cang was so angry that he vomited blood, but he thought that the princess had gone to Yulu Pavilion, so he didn't want to pay attention to Chuo Luo anymore. He glared at him and ran towards Yulu Pavilion.
Chuo Luo stood there, the backyard hall was empty.[
There was surprisingly sunshine outside, and a few rays of sunlight were reflected from the silver window lattice onto Chuo Luo's face.
He squinted his eyes, his evil smile disappeared, turned back to pick up his sword, and silently walked out of the backyard hall.
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Yulu Pavilion.
The five male concubines stood aside and watched Cheyue skillfully perform acupuncture on Xueze. His right hand and chest were covered with dense needles.
Xueze's pale face had softened due to the acupuncture treatment, and his breathing was not as chaotic as before. The sweat on his forehead was carefully wiped away by Ting Qingyu. Looking at Xueze's sick face, Ting Qingyu's heart
I couldn't help but pick it up.
Cheyue's face was solemn. After inserting the last needle, she raised her head and said to the other male concubines, "You should step aside first and let Xueze be quiet."
Xiao Wen put away his charming smile and glanced at Ting Qingyu with extremely complicated eyes. When he saw Ting Qingyu looking at him blankly, he couldn't help but give her a flirtatious look, and then quietly retreated.
Wen Bai, Yue Cang, Qian Zun, Xia Ling and others looked at each other and quietly retreated.
Cheyue sat aside, but Ting Qingyu did not leave, silently looking at Xueze who was in a coma, feeling extremely depressed.
Although she is just a male concubine and not a concubine, Ting Qingyu is not a careless person. Even if she doesn't love him, she still treats him as a friend.
"What's wrong with him? Has he always been like this?" Ting Qingyu looked at Xueze and asked in a low voice.
As the wind blew in gently, Ting Qingyu stood up and drew the curtains, and heard Che Yue's faint voice.