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Chapter 138. See through the identity?

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    Chuyao was carried into the Renhe palace bedroom, and the imperial physician and the medical lady hurried over with the medicine box on their backs. In fact, her injury was not serious, and the assassin was kicked away by Xiao Jing before he stabbed deeply.

    However, it is a good thing to be able to pretend to be weak and win some affection at this time.  She was actually betting that at the moment when the martial arts sword came over, she didn't think he could really kill Xiao Jing, so instead of doing this, she might as well have followed this opportunity and gained Xiao Jing's trust.

    "Your Majesty, Xia Meiren didn't hurt her muscles and bones, and she is fine. It's just that her body seems to have been ill for a long time, and her qi and blood are deficient, which makes her face pale." The imperial physician reported Chuyao's condition to Xiao Jing.

    The old doctor said that her chronic illness was probably due to her crazy self-torture during the period before she left Li Guo, which made her body, which was already injured by the three-day soul-breaking water, even weaker.  Fortunately, Xia Yihuan was originally a weak person since he was a child, so this can be matched.

    "Hiss" Chuyao gasped, the doctor's fingers trembled slightly, and the bandaging was a little nervous.

    Xiao Jing frowned, and said: "Everyone go down to decoct medicine."

    The imperial physician and the female doctor respectfully exited the dormitory, Xiao Jing sat by the bed by himself, and personally wrapped up the wound that had not yet been bandaged for Chuyao.

    Chuyao didn't know if he had lost too much blood, and he was in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to the night in Wenguo.  Xiao Jing was stabbed by an assassin in order to save her, and she helped him bandage in the carriage.  The situation is similar now, but the identities have been switched, she rescued him, and he bandaged her.

    The life-saving grace she owed to him can be regarded as a settlement, and she will never be soft when she strikes.

    "Does it hurt?" Xiao Jing looked up at her.

    Chu Yao shook his head, but bit his lower lip with his teeth, Xiao Jing moved his hands more softly, and his voice was usually cold: "Why are you there?"

    "Today is His Majesty's birthday, Yi Huan can't enter the palace to congratulate like all the sisters, so he bribed the musicians, and only hoped to play a piece, silently congratulating His Majesty in his heart." Chu Yao said this with a sense of grievance and magnanimity.  .

    After finishing speaking, the wound on his hand was bandaged, Xiao Jing raised his eyes to look at her face, his eyes were a little deep, and calmly said: "Your thousands of horses play well."

    Chuyao's heart trembled. Her move was a dangerous move. Although she concealed the technique, she wanted Xiao Jing to have a sense of familiarity and attract his attention.

    "I heard from the queen that you can also compose poems, you are a talented woman." Xiao Jing stared at her face without blinking.

    "The empress praised you absurdly, Yihuan only knows some superficial poems." Chu Yao lowered his eyebrows and said humbly.

    "Can you dance?"

    Chuyao didn't know if he was probing, so he shook his head: "If the emperor likes it, Yihuan can learn from it."

    Xiao Jing's pupils turned, and he raised his hand to stroke her messy hair because the musician's hat fell off. He put his hand on her ear, and his warm fingers caressed her slightly cold auricle.

    "Your Majesty." Chu Yao called shyly.

    Xiao actually came back to his senses and turned his gaze back to her face. This pale woman with the shy appearance of a little daughter was completely unfamiliar.

    He withdrew his hand, got up and said: "You rest, and return to Yihuan Palace tomorrow."

    After finishing speaking, Xiao Jing strode out of the Palace of Renhe.

    After he had walked for a long time, Chuyao just lay down. Judging by Xiao Jing's expression just now, he should not have reached the point of doubt. This dangerous move is safe for the time being. The next step is to see how much the sword wound can bring her to get along.  It's time to meet.

    The next day, Chuyao was carried back to Yihuan Palace in a sedan chair early.

    ?The news of her rescue and injury last night has already spread to all the palaces and halls. This morning, the Yihuan Palace was very lively. There were people who came to visit and some to watch a good show. Chuyao ordered Gong'e to send them away one by one.

    Not long after it was quiet, the personal eunuch next to Xiao Jing came and read out an imperial decree that Xia Meiren had done a great job in saving her, and was named Mrs. Yi.

    Then piles and piles of things were carried to her dormitory. They were said to be nourishing for the body and clothing materials for the spring season, as well as some jewelry and jade. The most important thing was a qin, a very familiar qin, carved with  A delicate plum blossom.

    It was the piano she played for He Yanqu in Tongzhou. She still remembered that she was embarrassed by Duan Hekang when she was his maid, so she played a He Yan song impromptu.

    What does it mean that Xiao sent this piano here?  Could it be

    No, she can't mess herself up, Xiao Jing may not have recognized her, maybe it was a temptation, maybe it was just a coincidence.

    Chuyao lay on the bed, half-closed her eyes and ordered people to collect these rewards.

    Although the sword wound on her body was not serious, she lost a lot of blood, so her body was a little weak.After a while, Chuyao took a deep breath and walked towards the wooden house.

    A few meters away from the door, Xiao Jing said coldly: "I said this is a forbidden area."

    Chuyao stopped, leaned against his back, and turned to leave, but Xiao Jing suddenly called her again and said, "Come here."

    He was so capricious, Chuyao was confused, and entered the wooden house carefully.  This room seems to maintain a constant temperature all year round, so that the flowers in Yuting will never stop blooming.  Chuyao looked at the flower garden in the house now, and it was even more shocking than that night.

    "Do you like these flowers?" Xiao Jing asked without looking back at her.

    "Well, it's very beautiful, but what kind of flower is this?" Chu Yao pretended to be puzzled and asked Xiao Jing. Xia Yihuan is a charming lady in a boudoir who has been ill for a long time, so naturally Wen Guo's national flower would not be recognized.

    "Yu Ting Hua." Xiao Jing leaned over, stroking the pure white petals.

    "Wen country's national flower?"

    Xiao Jing nodded.

    Chu Yao raised the corners of his mouth and sighed: "The emperor is so kind to the empress."

    "This jade garden flower was not planted for her." Xiao Jing straightened up, her voice already cold.

    Although Chuyao had more or less guessed that the Yuting flower had nothing to do with the phoenix kite, it was different when she heard it with her own ears. She had never dared to think about the meaning behind this answer.

    "This is what I promised an old friend to plant a garden full of jade garden flowers for her in the country of Yan." Xiao Jing's voice softened a bit.

    Hearing Xiao Jing's words, Chuyao was startled for a while, then said after a while: "Then she must be a happy person, to be favored by the Holy Majesty."

    "Do you really think so?" Xiao Jing looked sideways, opening her eyes for the first time since she entered the room.

    Chuyao nodded, and said: "How can someone who can be remembered by the sage so far be unhappy? No matter how many women in the harem can't hope for it."

    "What about you? Are you looking forward to it?" Xiao Jing looked at her, something different flickered in his eyes.

    Chuyao was inexplicably flustered by his gaze, she turned her eyes to Yuting Garden, looked at the gracefully blooming Yuting flowers, smiled and said: "That's natural, Yihuan is just an ordinary woman, how could she not look forward to it?"  Woolen cloth."

    "Is that so?" Xiao Jingruo asked back in a seemingly non-existent manner.

    Chu Yao nodded shyly, and Xiao Jing suddenly took a step towards her, wrapping her body around her from behind.

    The weather is getting warmer, and the concubines and maids can't wait to change into light gauze clothes. Only Chuyao is still wearing a slightly heavy early spring clothes, but even though she is wearing thicker clothes, her fingers are still cold.

    "Your body shook just now. What you said seems to be different from what you thought in your heart. You don't want to be close to me that much." Xiao Jing rested his chin on Chuyao's shoulder, and his low and magnetic voice spoke  It rang in her ears.

    Chu Yao also knew that she was trembling just now from this sudden hug, it was the most primitive rejection reaction of her body, and she couldn't control it.

    She tried her best to relax her body, leaning half in Xiao Jing's arms, adjusted her voice to look a little excited, and said: "Yi Huan thinks that the Holy One doesn't like Yi Huan."

    Xiao Jing hugged her tightly in his arms again, and said in a low voice: "How could it be?"

    This kind of Xiao actually made Chuyao feel a little uneasy, and for some reason, he always felt that something was going to happen.

    Before he could think about it, Xiao actually hugged her body and spun around a few times, pushing her against the pine board, with one hand hovering over her waist.

    What does he mean by this? Chuyao's scalp began to tighten, but he tried not to be noticed by him, and there were still some tiny bumps on his neck.

    "You're very nervous." Xiao Jing said in a low voice with his lips pressed against Chuyao's ears.

    Chuyao's eyelashes trembled slightly. It's not that she hadn't thought about the possible price of revenge, but when it really came, she didn't expect that she would reject Xiao Jing's closeness so much.

    She suppressed the discomfort, smiled a little, and whispered to Xiao Jing: "Here, I am afraid"

    "What are you afraid of? You are the only one who dares to enter this forbidden area by mistake." Xiao Jing touched her back with one hand, rubbed her earlobe with the other, and kissed her hair repeatedly.

    Chu Yao bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and raised her trembling hands to cover his waist.  If this step is the first step in her revenge, then she must go down.

    Xiao actually pulled away her belt, warm lips printed on the cold earlobe, he raised his hand to let the coat slip off, one of his hands held Chuyao's face, and stared at her deeply.

    Just when Chuyao thought that the smell was going to fall on her lips, Xiao actually brought his mouth close to her ear, exhaling a moist and hot breath: "Song Chuyao, how long are you going to pretend, even if I really take your  Doesn't it matter?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)??, how long do you want to pretend, even if I really follow up, don't you care?  "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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