The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 275

He can survive until now only because he is a Lianjiazi and has a strong physique.

But even so, it is only a mortal body, how long can it last?!
"I still want to grow old with Xixi, we won't die so easily, Xixi don't have to worry." He calmly supported the edge of the table with one hand and stood up from the stool, casually tore off a clean coat from the hanger Put on the robe.

If it is known that he is seriously injured, there will be those who are ready to move and wait for the opportunity at any time.

How can they succeed?
"I just don't want to die, I'm not worried about you." Su Xi puffed her cheeks and denied it directly.

He walked up to her, leaned over and smiled at her, stretched out his hand and gently scratched the tip of her nose: "Hey, stay in the room and don't go anywhere, I'll be back in a while."

Seeing his back slowly leaving, Su Xi felt her heart tremble for a moment.

This man probably never panicked, right?He was determined and indifferent, and the optimism between his brows made her forget that he was seriously injured.

It wasn't until he closed the door and his figure disappeared from her sight that she came back to her senses.

Looking at the bloody gown on the stool, the large and small scars on the bronze surface appeared in his head in an instant.

What has he experienced in the past?
Biting her fingers and pacing back and forth in the room, still worried about left and right, she lifted her skirt and walked quickly to the door to find him.

When he opened the door, he met Zhang Deming and Xiao Duzi who were carrying a big wooden barrel and were about to knock on the door.

"Imperial concubine, the servants have brought hot water, the emperor said, after taking a bath and changing clothes, the empress will rest first."

Zhang Deming is very respectful with his cat on his waist.

Su Xi froze for a moment, then turned sideways to make way.

Two people carried a wooden bucket full of water into the house.

After putting down the wooden bucket, Xiao Duzi put the neatly folded clean clothes and towels in his hands on the low stool beside the bathtub, and Zhang Deming conveniently put away the bloody coat on the stool.

"Eunuch Zhang, where is the emperor now?" When Zhang Deming led Xiao Duzi to leave, Su Xi couldn't help asking.

Zhang Deming pressed his waist three points: "Your Majesty, take a bath and change clothes, if you accidentally catch a cold, the emperor will feel distressed."

After all, he hurried away without answering Su Xi's question.

Su Xi stood by the door, watching the rain dripping from the eaves, she took a deep breath.

It's raining again and again, without end.

But why didn't Zhang Deming tell her where he went?

"Your Majesty's Concubine."

Suddenly, Xiao Duzi, who had already left, came back again.

He shrunk his head and looked around, looking furtive.

"Xiao Duzi, what's the matter?" Su Xi asked with her head tilted.

Xiao Duzi walked into the room with light steps: "The slave knows where the emperor has gone, but don't tell the master that the slave said it, otherwise the slave will be beaten by the master."

The master in his mouth is Zhang Deming.

Su Xi nodded sincerely: "Well, I promise not to say anything!"

"The emperor went to the East Wing, and he is currently stitching up the wound himself. Because the emperor is afraid that you will be frightened, the empress, so he told none of us to talk too much."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Duzi turned and left, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he did not forget to tell him: "Your Majesty, please don't betray your slave."

Su Xi held up the hem of her skirt and chased after her: "Hey, Xiao Duzi, which room is the East Wing? Please take me there."

(End of this chapter)