Concubine Meng drove to the prince to take a detour

Chapter 5 But who am I?
Lan Meijue came in slowly after Chu Lichen left, and looked at the woman lying on the bed.

Qiao Mo looked up at the bed curtain, and said to herself, "Is my life saved? But who am I?"

When Lan Meijue heard her words, her feet became unsteady and she threw herself on the bed, pressing on Qiao Mo's body.

"Ah—" Qiao Mo's ghostly cry sounded in the backyard, startling the magpies on the tree outside.

Chu Lichen turned his head, and there was a little displeasure between the handsome brows.

Her stubborn eyes flashed into her mind, but she was quickly beaten back by herself, she was just a pawn of her own.

Seeing Chu Lichen come out, An Xinyue walked away beside him with her skirt in her hand, and said, "My lord."

Chu Lichen lifted him up with one hand, and said lightly: "You are weak, you should go back and rest earlier."

"Does the prince really want to agree to Miss Qiao?" An Xinyue said aggrievedly.

"That's the king's business, Xiao Qiao, send your master back to rest." Chu Lichen said, striding away from the other courtyard.

An Xinyue put away the grievance on her face, and looked back at the other courtyard, her eyes were full of viciousness.

"Miss."

Xiaoqiao is thirteen years old, and she is the little girl An Xinyue brought with her since she was a child. She is clever and well-behaved, and has a deep heart for An Xinyue.

"Go back." An Xinyue said angrily, she would never give anyone a chance to get close to Chu Lichen, not even close.

Lan Meijue looked at the whip marks on her arm, and said, "I said Miss Qiao, the person who did it is really vicious."

Qiao Mo was lying on the bed, her sophisticated brain was still running.

"who am I?"

As if she didn't hear what Lan Meijue was saying, Qiao Mo asked the most troublesome question again. Even if she escaped that evil man, she must know who she is in order to survive.

"Ah...ah..."

Two screams, one with madness, one with pain.

Qiao Mo lay on the bed again and lamented why there was at least one maid beside her who could tell her what dynasty it was, but she almost lost her life when she traveled through time, but she still had to be with such a wicked Men battle wits and courage.

"I said, Ms. Qiao, are you planning to make yourself hurt more?" Lan Meijue said, taking the ointment from her sleeve and handing it to Qiao Mo: "Miss Qiao's wounds are not suitable for me."

Qiao Mo still dragged her chin, as if she had completely fallen into a state of self.

So she completely ignored Lan Meijue who spoke a few times.

After Lan Meijue finished speaking, she found that Qiao Mo still seemed to be talking to herself.

Dr. Lan, who has always been sought after by others, got angry and stood in front of Qiao Mo directly: "Miss Qiao!"

Qiao Mo finally came back to her senses, looked up at Lan Meijue, and suddenly shouted in the next second: "Damn, why are you still here?" Almost crushed herself to death, but she was still there.

The corners of Lan Meijue's mouth twitched slightly, it was the first time he was ignored, not to mention disgusted.

Qiao Mo tried her best to sit up, and waved to Lan Meijue: "I heard that you are a miracle doctor?"

"You don't need to hear about it, I am the young master." Lan Meijue snorted.

Qiao Mo nodded, she is under the eaves, can't she lower her head?

"Then, Divine Doctor Lan, let me ask you a question." There is no maid, at least there is a living person.

Lan Meijue snorted, leaned against the bed and looked at her: "Even though I got my life back, I'd better deal with the wounds on your body first before asking the idiotic question of who you are."

Qiao Mo picked up the medicine and applied it carefully: "This is not a question of idiots. I don't even know who I am. Tell me to go back to Qiao's mansion. I'm not dead. I'll save my little life." How many brain cells have been lost, if she dies because of this incident, it will be no loss for my sister."

"Did you really get beaten?" Lan Meijue reached out and touched her forehead.

Qiao Mo looked up at him with disgust, and threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to him: "Don't say your medicine is quite useful, the sister behind can't reach it, please help me."

(End of this chapter)