In front of the extremely luxurious dressing table, Su Lian was carefully stroking her eyebrows.
As expected of a royal palace, even these utensils for drawing eyebrows were inlaid with pearls and gems, and she felt particularly happy when using them.
"Your Majesty, Dr. Jiang from the Taiyuan Hospital is here to check your pulse."
Outside the door, Yue Ju shouted.
Doctor Jiang?
Su Lian frowned, feeling that he had heard this title somewhere before, but couldn't remember it for a moment, so he simply put down the curtain and said:
"Let him come in."
I saw a man with a very low hat walking in slowly with his head lowered. Although Su Lian was confused, he still lifted up his sleeves and stretched his wrist out of the curtain.
The light blue meridians on the delicate white wrist beat, and a warm palm naturally held her hand.
Su Lian was startled and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but an extremely dull voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"Lian'er."
The imperial doctor raised his head, and it was Jiang Pingzhi!
He, who had always been handsome and handsome, now looked a little haggard, and even his cheeks had lost some weight.
Seeing the shock on the face of the woman behind the gauze curtain, Jiang Pingzhi thought she was speechless because of surprise, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes:
"Lian'er, if you keep patiently, I will definitely rescue you. I have already contacted Lord Yue, and he is willing to help us."
He Muyue? Why did he come to intervene?
Su Lian covered her heart, feeling completely surprised but not happy.
"Why did the time advance?"
Su Lian frowned and whispered, clearly Jiang Pingzhi did not appear in her memory until she was pregnant.
But now she is obviously still far away from that time.
The little pom-pom was a little unsure and said:
"Maybe because your appearance changed the direction of the plot, the time when Jiang Pingzhi entered the palace also changed?"
This was the only possibility at the moment, and Su Lian couldn't help but hold his forehead.
No matter how hard it is, his subjective initiative cannot be counted.
Seeing that Su Lian was silent, Jiang Pingzhi hesitated for a while and put a silver flute into her hand:
"Don't be afraid, Lian'er. I am now the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital. If you are in danger, just blow this flute. I will come immediately when you hear it. As long as I am here, no one in this palace will dare to bully you."
Su Lian thought: Brother, my biggest danger is you.
In order not to implicate the nine clans, Su Lian quickly retracted his hand and pretended to be tearful:
"Then Lian'er will wait for Jiang Lang. With Jiang Lang here, Lian'er won't be afraid of anything."
The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and Jiang Pingzhi's distressed heart almost melted into pieces.
However, the time was almost up, and Jiang Pingzhi could only whisper a few more words of comfort, then he picked up the box and walked away reluctantly, turning back and forth.
After Jiang Pingzhi left, Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
The palace she lived in was very close to He Muyan's bedroom. Although she was not afraid of the Shura Field and was sure that He Muyan was reluctant to attack her for the time being, Jiang Pingzhi was different.
He Muyan didn't have a good impression of the Jiang family. If he knew about their relationship, Jiang Ping would be dead in a matter of seconds.
Su Lian closed the window, but in the bronze mirror, she caught a glimpse of a dark corner of the room, where there seemed to be a shadow moving.
"Come out, grown man, don't hide me."
Su Lian said quietly.
I saw a white robe slowly coming down from the beams of the room, and it turned out to be He Muyue, whom I had only met once.
"Lord Yue? A rare visitor."
"It seems that Brother Jiang really has a deep affection for the Imperial Concubine, but I don't know if the Imperial Concubine knows what he did in exchange for my help."
Although he was not interested, Su Lian still pretended to be curious:
"What?"
The man had unknowingly moved around behind her, blocking the only exit to the room as if unintentionally.
Seeing her innocent expression, He Muyue smiled softly and whispered:
"What the king wants."
Hearing this, Su Lian turned around and looked in the mirror several times, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Where to go?"
He Muyue grabbed the cuffs of his clothes with a swish. The gauze dress Su Lian was wearing was already thin, and with such a tug, it instantly turned into strands of cloth.
"Of course I'm going to invite you."
Seeing He Muyue frowning, Su Lian continued:
"What does the prince's request have to do with me? Will it delay my ascending to the throne?"
Su Lian said calmly, taking off the torn and tattered gauze without even noticing.
She only wore a pink tube top skirt underneath, and when the outer veil fell off, her round and smooth shoulders and looming collarbones were exposed.
He Muyue's cheeks felt hot and she quickly turned her head.
Even if Hao's people are open-minded, they are not as open-minded as she is!
He Muyue was very close to her, but at this time she had already flown onto the cantilever.
Su Lian didn't expect him to react like this, so she curled her lips and said:
"Why are you running away, Your Majesty?"
He Muyue, who was still inscrutable just now, was a little embarrassed:
"Put your clothes on."
"The prince is joking. Speaking of which, my clothes were torn by the prince."
Su Lian raised her hand to touch her shoulder, as if aggrieved, and turned slightly to look at He Muyue.
Her undulating figure leaned softly on the back of the chair, and her slender arms hugged her loosely. Looking at her made people fall in love.
He Muyue frowned, picked up a piece of robe with his sword, and dropped it.
"Put it on."
But he already regretted it as soon as he threw it away.
In terms of seniority, Su Lian is his brother's concubine, that is, his sister-in-law.
How could he and his sister-in-law be intimate while wearing the same clothes?
But before the words of regret could be uttered, Su Lian immediately reached out to catch it and put it on his shoulders very naturally. Looking at He Muyue, who had only a thin piece of clothing left on the beam, he smiled:
"You've put it on. If you haven't come down yet, are you planning to spend the night on the beam of my palace as a gentleman?"
It was obviously a normal speech, but when she said it in such a tactful tone, it took on a different flavor.
He Muyue was startled and jumped down a little embarrassed.
Prince Yue, who had always been calm and calm, now felt a little more helpless and embarrassed.
After calming down her mind, He Muyue regained her previous calmness:
"My dearest concubine, you are very affectionate towards my imperial brother, aren't you?"
Su Lianqiao listened with a smile, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of his index and middle fingers stretching into his sleeves.
Everyone knows that Lord Yue is in frail health, but they don't know that he is very good with hidden weapons, capable of killing people thousands of miles away without being seen.
At such a close distance, her long whip could not exert its maximum power. He was afraid that if her answer did not meet his expectations, she would immediately become a corpse.
After pinching a grape and putting it into his mouth, Su Lian said softly:
"This is not accurate."
He Muyue squinted:
"how?"
"I love the emperor. As for whether it is He Muyan..."
Su Lian leaned weakly and bonelessly on the back of the pearwood chair, her beautiful eyes fixed on the man in front of her, and she whispered:
"It doesn't matter."
Hearing this, the killing intent in He Muyue's eyes gradually faded.
It seems that this Miss Su family is really the same type of person as Su Xiang, who only cares about the situation and not the person. As long as she can secure the glory and wealth of the imperial concubine, it doesn't matter who sits on the throne or who she marries.