shock!I'm dressed as the person the king wants to kill the most

Chapter 347
After leaving Bai Shishi's bedroom, Ye Qingling followed the palace servants to Zheng Yue'er's bedroom.

On the way, the palace servant kindly reminded: "Miss Baixian, what we are going to next is the bedroom of nobleman Yu, don't call the nobleman and nobleman Yue wrong."

The corner of Ye Qingling's mouth twitched: "Master Yu?"

This dog emperor is really wicked.

It wasn't enough to stimulate Qin Yufeng with a Yue nobleman from Bai Shishi, and he actually conferred another Yugui person.

He clearly knew that Zheng Yue'er was Li Luo before entering the palace, the oiran who Qin Yufeng bought back to the Yuwang Mansion with a high profile.

The dog emperor did this because he felt that he had won Qin Yufeng and won the beauty, and was deliberately showing off that he wanted to disgust Qin Yufeng?

It's really childish.

Ye Qingling came to Zheng Yueer, saluted and greeted: "Minister Baixian, I have met Yugui."

Zheng Yue'er raised her eyes and glanced at her. The emotions in her eyes were complicated, and she didn't intend to make Ye Qingling get up.

Ye Qingling also knew that she probably wouldn't want to see her, and had already expected to be left out, so she could only say to herself: "My lady, the emperor is sympathetic to my lady, and I specially asked a civilian girl to ask for her pulse."

While speaking, she had already taken out the wrist pillow and placed it on the table in front of Zheng Yueer.

Zheng Yue'er put her wrist on it with a cold face.

Ye Qingling was about to feel her pulse, but Zheng Yue'er suddenly picked up a cup of hot tea on the table and poured it up, and sternly reprimanded: "Bold!"

Ye Qingling was unprepared, the back of her hand was immediately scalded with red and swollen blisters, and her face was slightly pale.

Why is Zheng Yue'er crazy?

Zheng Yue'er threw the teacup in front of Ye Qingling, and reprimanded: "You dare to touch me with your dirty hands, are you impatient?"

The corner of Ye Qingling's mouth twitched, trying to find fault?

A dark light flashed in Zheng Yue'er's eyes.

At the beginning, the two of them didn't deal with each other in the palace.

Now that she is in the palace, she is the lord of the palace, and Ye Qingling is just a little doctor who visits the palace for consultation, so it is up to her to decide?

Ye Qingling sprinkled a layer of medicinal powder on her burned wrist.

Facing Zheng Yueer's making things difficult, she managed to suppress her anger, her face remained unchanged, and she said neither humble nor overbearing: "Madam, as I said, the emperor asked me to take your pulse. If I don't touch you, how can I get a pulse?"

Zheng Yue'er sneered sarcastically: "Why, you are a doctor, do you want me to teach you how to diagnose your pulse?"

"I've heard that really good people can diagnose a patient's pulse with just a few silk threads. If you can't do it, then you are not good at medicine!"

Ye Qingling was about to laugh angrily at being labeled as inexperienced in medicine for no reason.

Zheng Yue'er had a gloomy face, with strong disgust and disdain in her eyes, and said sarcastically: "With your three-legged skill, you don't know what kind of dirty tricks you used to make the emperor reuse it, shameless."

Ye Qingling: "..."

Zheng Yue'er probably thought that she had seduced the emperor before she could enter the palace to consult the concubines, right?

This idiot.

Ye Qingling didn't want to argue with her, so she said calmly: "I see that you are full of energy, your face is like a peach blossom, and your body should be fine. Let me go."

"stop!"

How could Zheng Yueer let her go so easily?

"The emperor asked you to come and check my pulse, how dare you be so perfunctory, don't you take me seriously at all?"

Ye Qingling sighed helplessly.

Could it be that she has such a good temper that Zheng Yueer dared to be so capricious.

Forget it, now that she is in Zheng Yueer's territory, she should be careful.

Ye Qingling explained softly: "Your Majesty doesn't know something. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, and asking. You don't have to take a pulse to know the symptoms. Your Majesty's health is not serious. This is not perfunctory..."

Zheng Yue'er didn't even give her a chance to finish, and said sharply: "You still dare to talk back? Come on, give me a slap, and teach this ignorant slut a lesson."

This is beyond endurance.

Ye Qingling held back the effort of rushing up to make a move, and threw her in front of Zheng Yueer, a gleam of anger appeared on her originally calm face.

The servant girl fell in pain and screamed.

Zheng Yue'er probably didn't expect her to dare to do something in the palace, so she was slightly startled.

Ye Qing's face sank like water: "I have tolerated you again and again. Doesn't it mean that I am easy to bully, anyway, I am also a guest invited by the emperor to enter the palace. Are you slapping the emperor in the face by messing around so unreasonably?"

Zheng Yue'er suddenly panicked.

She just wanted to punish Ye Qingling slightly, so she naturally didn't want to make a big fuss and be known by the emperor.

Just at this moment, a message from the palace man came from outside: "The emperor is here!"

Zheng Yue'er's expression turned aside, she glared at Ye Qingling viciously, and threatened: "If you dare to talk nonsense in front of the emperor, I will not spare you!"

Ye Qingling chuckled noncommittally.

As soon as the emperor came in, Zheng Yue'er stuck to him, hanging on him weakly and innocently, with a charming and soft voice: "Your majesty..."

But before she had time to say anything, the emperor saw the shards of the broken teacup on the ground, and pointed at the mess all over the floor: "What's going on?"

Zheng Yueer said coquettishly: "It was the concubine who accidentally dropped a cup, the emperor will not blame the concubine, right?"

While speaking, she stared straight at the emperor with charming eyebrows and eyes, and her delicate and weak posture was very lovable.

The emperor really felt sorry for her, holding her hands: "Let me see, did you hurt your hands?"

Zheng Yue'er's hands are as white as snow, with slender and well-proportioned fingers, which the emperor likes very much.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be talking to each other, Ye Qingling felt speechless and wanted to find a reason to leave quickly.

As a result, at this time, the eunuch came in and announced: "Your Majesty, Lord Yue is here."

Why did Master Bai come to join in the fun?
Ye Qingling raised her eyes and glanced at Zheng Yue'er. Sure enough, her face was already gloomy.

They all thought that the emperor would not summon Bai Shishi, but they didn't expect that the emperor seemed to be looking forward to her arrival, not only didn't drive her away, but also couldn't hide his excitement.

Bai Shishi obviously dressed up specially, wearing a very revealing tulle purple dress, which attracted the emperor's attention as soon as he entered the door.

The emperor beckoned her over, with one arm around Zheng Yue'er and the other around Bai Shishi.

The two women began to compete for favor overtly and secretly.

He got two stunning beauties to serve him, one on the left and the other on the right, and the beauties wanted him to favor him exclusively, but they were so beautiful that the emperor's face turned rosy, and he was so proud and happy that the naked eye could see.

On this side, Bai Shishi leaned over to feed the emperor with a grape in his mouth, and on the other side, Zheng Yueer, not to be outdone, took a sip of Qiongye Yulu and stuck it to the emperor's mouth.

The emperor's hands still fell on the proud chests of the two of them.

This scene was so disgusting that Ye Qingling felt a little physically uncomfortable, so she quickly lowered her head and asked for resignation.

Unexpectedly, the emperor saw the redness and swelling on the back of her hand, and became concerned: "What's wrong with Miss Baixian's hand? Come here and let me have a look at it?"

Ye Qingling stood there without moving.

(End of this chapter)