Chapter 32: The Beautiful Imperial Physician Cheyue 2
Ting Qingyu thought that Cheyue was only proficient in medical skills and didn't know anything else, but now that she heard one of his good songs, she couldn't help but secretly admire her. Talents are all versatile, so how could Changsun Yu be blind and like that disgusting Shangguan Chun?
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"Your Highness, does the sound of the piano disturb you?" Cheyue saw Ting Qingyu walking towards him, her face changed, she stood up and said respectfully.
Ting Qingyu shook his head and looked left and right, feeling as if Cheyue was hiding something.
"I didn't expect Che Yue to play the piano very well. I really admire her." Ting Qingyu smiled and walked around behind Che Yue.
Cheyue was shocked, but it was too late. Ting Qingyu had already grabbed his hand and noticed that his right index finger was red and swollen. Fortunately, he was still playing the piano just now! [
"What's wrong with you? You hurt your finger and you still want to play the piano?" Ting Qingyu was a little annoyed and asked with a raised eyebrow.
Cheyue's face turned red, and a gentle light flashed in her eyes, but it passed away all of a sudden, and her eyes became a little strange. He withdrew his hand and said in a cold voice, "Thank you for your concern, princess. Cheyue is fine, just a little bit fleshy."
How come the injury is in the way?"
After Che Yue finished speaking, she sat down again, her eyes falling on the blue sky.
Ting Qingyu was a little surprised. After all, Cheyue seemed to like him very much, and he would not always make sarcastic remarks about her like Chuoluo did. But why would Cheyue stay away from her when she took the initiative to approach him?
She suddenly remembered that when she woke up for the first time, the male concubines rushed into the room, and among them was the smooth and tender Cheyue.
Or is there some conflict between them, between Princess Yu and Che Yue?
Ting Qingyu asked Xiu'er to go back first, and looked intently at Cheyue, whose expression had become indifferent. This beautiful young man had gently touched her wounds with his warm hands, smoothing those scars for her.
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Ting Qingyu got some warmth from him. As for the other male concubines, they also cared for her. But when her whole body was injured, the person closest to her still gave her the warmest touch.
But what happens now?
"Cheyue, why did your hands become like this?" Ting Qingyu frowned, feeling depressed about Cheyue's cold reaction.