The fig leaf was pulled away by her lover without any respect, and the girl hugged Yan Fu tightly with even more shame, refusing to let go as if in revenge:
"Your Majesty is bad. It's obviously you who is angry. I tried to comfort you but you still laughed at me."
It was a sweet resentment between lovers, but Yan Fu did not feel that what she said was presumptuous, but instead felt it was natural.
But if it were someone else, Yan Fu would never be so indulgent at this time, and would never allow the girl to hug him and act coquettishly like this.
Seeing that she was really anxious, Yan Fu quickly stopped laughing, lest he really irritate the rabbit and make him suffer in bed.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I was greedy for Lan'er's beauty. I admit my mistake. Is Lan'er satisfied?"
Qiao Yu slowly raised his head. No wonder some people say that as long as the partner has good-looking facial features, they would want to slap themselves in the face when they have an argument.
What's more, the man who was the emperor was willing to bow his head and called her name affectionately. Even if she was angry, it would have disappeared long ago.
"Your Majesty has already coaxed me like this. I am not angry with you to begin with. Let me help you change your clothes."
After the short play, the two of them looked like an ordinary couple.
The girl lowered her head to help the man tie his belt, so she naturally didn't see the complicated look in Yan Fu's eyes when he looked at her.
Qiao Yu went to the Queen Mother's place to pay her respects and have breakfast just like yesterday. The Queen Mother gave her a lot of gifts and let her go back.
As soon as I returned to Lan Zhao Palace, I saw a familiar figure approaching anxiously, and with tears in his eyes, he bowed deeply to Qiao Yu:
"Your servant Zhu'er pays her respects to Concubine Hua."
If it wasn't for the loss of face for the young lady, Zhu'er would have burst into tears by now.
She really didn't expect that the young lady still cared about her.
"What is Zhu'er doing? Sufang, help her up quickly. You're crying like a cat."
After seeing Sufang help Zhu'er up, Qiao Yu used a handkerchief to wipe away Zhu'er's tears without any disgust.
The palace maids and eunuchs watching on the side couldn't help but tear up at the strong bond between master and servant. They were so lucky to be able to serve such an approachable master.
"Your Majesty..."
Zhu'er had just managed to control her emotions, but under Qiao Yu's gentle treatment, she recalled the past two days in Washington, where she had been living a life worse than death.
"Zhu'er, do you blame me for bringing you into the palace? That's right, Zhu'er is of marriageable age, but I'm too used to her presence, so I selfishly decided to have the Emperor send someone to bring you into the palace."
The girl's words were gentle and contained no hint of blame, but her hurt look made Zhu'er panic:
"How could Zhu'er blame Miss! Zhu'er is willing to serve Miss for the rest of her life. Please don't abandon Zhu'er. If it weren't for you..."
As she said this, Zhu'er knelt down, and in her haste she even called the wrong name.
The master has no one in the deep palace whom he trusts, and taking her in is a recognition of himself.
What's more, being a maidservant beside the young lady is something that many servants would envy. There are not so many masters with such a kind heart.
It is rare to find a master who does not beat or scold his servants, let alone a lady who treats them equally.
"Hurry up, why are you kneeling again while you're talking? I hope you don't blame me...!! This is!!"
In fact, when Sufang was helping Zhu'er up just now, she saw the long whip marks on her arm. They didn't know the situation in Washington, so they naturally didn't dare to say anything about it.
It seems that Qiao Yu is obviously unaware of Zhu'er's situation.
Zhu Er pulled her hands and pretended nothing happened:
"It was my fault that I fell down accidentally. I am fine, my lady."
Seeing how much the young lady cared about her, Zhu'er felt that this was enough. She shouldn't have failed to help the young lady and even caused her trouble.
But Qiao Yu said coldly:
"Sufang sent for the imperial physician, saying that I want to check Ping An's pulse."
The imperial physician came trotting over panting. There were few concubines in the harem, and the imperial physicians with higher positions were usually very idle.
It was hard to find work to do, and since the boss was in the limelight today, he was naturally more diligent.
The Imperial Physician said, "Your Majesty's pulse is steady and strong. I believe there will be good news soon. Your Majesty, don't worry."
The imperial physician thought that Qiao Yu was like the previous emperor's concubines, anxious to have a son, so he said things he thought Qiao Yu would like to hear.
Qiao Yu's expression remained unchanged and he did not look happy. Yan'er and the others thought that Qiao Yu was not happy because he was worried about Zhu'er.
Only Sufang was worried that Qiao Yu would never get pregnant.
"Thank you, Doctor Du. Sufang is passing this kind gesture to you, Master Du. I would also like to ask you to take a look at the injuries on my maid."
It turns out that the real purpose is not to drink. Although Sufang found the young imperial physician Du Ziyi, he is also a young and promising man, born into a family of imperial physicians.
Although Du Ziyi has a high reputation and status in the Imperial Hospital, he does not follow the example of some old antiques in the Imperial Hospital and look down on palace maids.
He didn't think that treating the palace maid was a loss of points, not to mention that the purse he took was full of weight, at least twenty taels.
"Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty. This is my duty. Please allow me to examine your wound."
Although there was no gender in front of the doctor, in this era of taboos, Zhu Er only showed him the wound on his arm:
"There are some wounds on my back that are similar to this one. Please, sir, prescribe some medicine for the wound."
Zhu'er knew some pharmacology, but there was no medicine for her in Washington.
The fair arms were covered with purple whip marks, and many of them were torn and had not yet healed.
Du Ziyi gasped and looked at Qiao Yu with a frown. It was obviously not her who hit him, otherwise there would be no need to invite him over:
"I'll send someone to bring the medicine over later. Miss, use the wound medicine externally and take some anti-inflammatory herbs internally. With both methods, you'll get better faster."
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