She wasn't even about to leave yet, but he was so impatient to untie Concubine Zhao's collar?
Fang Shulan only felt her head buzzing.
She was acting coquettishly and pitifully here, hoping that the Emperor would show some mercy to her for a moment.
But I used all my strength. His Majesty remained unmoved.
But when it comes to Empress Zhao Fei, His Majesty is being too impatient.
Thinking of the scene in the hall just now, Fang Shulan bit her lip and her cheeks flushed.
I felt ashamed and embarrassed.
The grip on her palm tightened inch by inch, and she took a deep breath.
"Lin Xixi." Fang Shulan was still a little confused. She bit her lip and walked forward: "Lin Xixi, His Majesty has always been..."
She thought about the Emperor's anxious and hurried appearance just now, and she didn't know how to say the rest of the words.
Lin An looked at Shu Wanyi with confusion on his face.
His face turned green and red, and he couldn't figure out what it meant: "What on earth do you want to say, young master?"
"Your Majesty, he, he..." Fang Shulan still found it difficult to say it out loud, her eyes darting around.
Then he sighed again: "Has His Majesty always been interested in Concubine Zhao?"
oh?
This is what Shu Wanyi wanted to ask.
A flash of sudden realization appeared in Lin An's eyes.
His Majesty was quite able to control Empress Zhao. Before that, he had only been interested in doing it.
But I didn’t say this to Shu Wanyi.
Shu Wanyi was spoiled, and she was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable after hearing these words.
"It's still better, it's still better, Your Majesty, this is a little better than before..."
Lin An's words sounded like thunder to Shu Wanyi's ears.
His Majesty couldn't even wait for her to leave the door just now, is this still considered okay?
What does it look like when it is not?
Are you still trying to find a way to seduce His Majesty? Shu Wanyi's hand fell on her lower abdomen.
I just felt dizzy.
His Majesty is so interested in Concubine Zhao, will she still have a chance?
Fang Shulan walked back in the air, feeling a sudden blackness.
Lin An looked at Shu Wanyi like this.
I felt a little puzzled.
Why does Shu Wanyi look so devastated?
His Majesty dotes on Concubine Zhao so much, isn't it natural for him to be interested in her?
As for the look of being deeply shocked?
Lin An muttered to himself, turned his head and looked at the closed door in front of him.
It’s not like they haven’t engaged in sexual activities in broad daylight before.
Having sex in broad daylight... No, Xiao Yu, who was checking Chen Fu's injuries, just felt an itch in his throat.
He lowered his head and coughed.
Shen Fu was sitting next to him. Seeing this, she felt an itch on her neck and dodged the Emperor's hand.
: "How is it? Is the wound still healed?"
She turned her head and looked at His Majesty with eager eyes.
There was a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
The candlelight flickered in the room. Chen Fu sat on the dragon chair, her light yellow Suzhou embroidered skirt half unbuttoned, revealing her slender white neck underneath.
She was born fair, even fairer than the circle of fur on her collar.
Under the flickering candlelight, the skin on her neck looked as white as snow. Looking down along the piece of pajamas inside, it seems that I can still see an inch of infinite scenery inside.
Xiao Yu's eyes couldn't help but stick to that neck, and he felt his throat dry.
He swallowed and felt his throat becoming more dry and itchy.
"Your Highness?" Shen Fu urged again without waiting for an answer.
Xiao Yu coughed lightly, looked away with difficulty, and then said, "It's a bit serious."
He looked towards his neck.
The wound on the neck from last night was becoming more and more obvious.
After one night, the originally blue and red scars gradually turned into purple.
Along with the finger marks, it gradually became swollen. As the purple color turned, it became more and more frightening.
Xiao Yu's fingertips gently caressed Shen Fu's neck. His movements were gentle, and even his fingertips were filled with a hint of tenderness.
"It's me who's wrong."
Even if it was in a dream, even if he didn't mean to, he still hurt Shen Fu.
When Xiao Yu thought about this, he found it hard to accept.
He didn't even allow himself to hurt Shen Fu, so how could he forgive me for hurting her in my dream?
His Majesty's eyes gradually became dim, and he gently rubbed the wound with his fingertips: "You didn't apply medicine?"
Shen Fu turned her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "The wound...I don't want anyone to find out."
The place where she was injured was so hidden.
There were marks of pinching again. From the marks and injuries, anyone with a discerning eye could tell what had happened.
This is why Shen Fu was unwilling to ask the imperial physician to prescribe medicine.
If it were known to others, people would definitely speculate on it behind the scenes.
Shen Fu didn't want to be pointed at.
"Then I'll apply it for you." Xiao Yu's hand paused. No wonder Chen Fu's wound looked so serious.
She didn't even apply any medicine.
Xiao Yu knew what Chen Fu was doing as soon as he thought about it.
Thinking of this, the heartache in his eyes became more and more obvious.
"I will personally apply medicine to you until the injury is healed."
Xiao Yu stood up and ordered someone to go to the Imperial Hospital to get an ointment to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
Lin An, who was sitting at the door, had just dozed off for a moment when he woke up immediately after hearing the noise inside.
Your Majesty, the sun rises so fast?
He saw clearly how Shuwan and Yi were doing.
He was guarding the door with all his heart.
But I didn’t expect that His Majesty’s work would be over in such a short time.
Lin An muttered to himself, and after hearing the instructions, he hurried to the Imperial Hospital.
When he came back, the tray in his hand was already full.
There was a whole plate of plasters, some for application, some for medicated oils, and even some pills for treating broken bones.
Lin An pointed at the plasters and introduced them one by one: "Your Majesty, these are for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."
As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at His Majesty.
His Majesty doesn't look like he's injured anywhere.
If that’s the case, then the one who was injured is Concubine Zhao?
His Majesty is so anxious, but he doesn't know where Concubine Zhao is injured.
Lin An's eyelids turned, and he couldn't help but advise: "The imperial physician said that if the injury is too severe, medicated oil will be needed."
"The blood clots must be dissolved, then it will heal quickly." After he said that, he left very tactfully.
Xiao Yu looked at the plate of ointments, picked out one himself and then went into the house.
Behind the screen, Shen Fu was sitting behind the desk, her clothes disheveled and half-hidden.
Her slender body sat upright on the bright yellow dragon throne. The light yellow dress was half open, and her snow-white figure was whiter than snow.
Her neck was drooping, and that delicate section of her neck was like a crescent moon.
Waiting for him to pick...
When Xiao Yu saw this scene, he stopped in his tracks.
The hand holding the medicinal oil tightened inch by inch, his Adam's apple rolled, he took a deep breath and strode towards Shen Fuqian.
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