Chapter 33: The Beautiful Imperial Physician Cheyue 3
Thinking about it, she didn't seem to have offended him in any way, she just stayed in Cangling Pavilion for a while.
Cheyue glanced at Ting Qingyu calmly, her voice still calm, "I accidentally burned it."
"real?"
"Really, Cheyue doesn't dare to deceive the princess."
"Then why are you still playing the piano here?"[
"Princess, can't Che Yue even entertain herself here?" Finally, Che Yue raised her head and looked at Ting Qingyu coldly.
Ting Qingyu was startled. Cheyue's tone... was so cold and ice-cold. She really remembered that she had never offended him.
"Cheyue...are you here to lure me here?" Ting Qingyu couldn't help laughing, her eyes were like crescent moons.
Her tone was relaxed, and her eyes were filled with tenderness. Her gaze fell on Cheyue's injured finger, with a hint of warm love and concern.
Cheyue today is so abnormal.
Che Yue's eyes were like a deep sea, so quiet that Ting Qingyu couldn't see the bottom. He lowered his head and said calmly, "The princess misunderstood. Don't you remember that Che Yue plays the piano here every three days?"
Oh, what a strange habit. Seeing Che Yue's cold face, Ting Qingyu also lost interest in talking to him. She didn't like to put her hot face on her cold butt.
"In that case, Che Yue should have a good rest."
After Ting Qingyu finished speaking, she walked out of the Meilin.
The fragrance fills the air, the sun shines brightly, and counting the days, Ting Qingyu has traveled here for almost half a month, but she has never entered the palace to see her father, emperor, and empress in this body.
And the emperor never summoned her. According to legend, didn't Prince Ming love Princess Yu very much? Why didn't he make any move even after half a month?
Anyway, let nature take its course, it’s great to eat, live and have fun here, and it’s very enjoyable.
Suddenly, a shallow moan came from over there.
It was not an ambiguous moan, but a painful moan. Ting Qingyu looked forward and saw that on the other side of the corridor, Xueze was holding on to the pillar, covering his chest with one hand, and moaned a few times.
The guard on the side looked at him expressionlessly.
In Changbi Palace, there are wooden guards like this everywhere.
I had always heard that Xueze was in poor health and prone to illness, so Ting Qingyu ran over without much thought.