mad wife

Chapter 166 Red (4)
Hmm... I don't understand...

The rich and pleasant fragrance of flowers wafted in the warm water vapor, which immediately made Ling Yue Xingli drowsy.

In stark contrast to Lingyue Xingli, Lan was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and people even rushed over from the front hall non-stop.

"Where's your mother? Why are you all standing here?" When the third caller never came back, Yan Yumu finally couldn't help but went out in person. What he didn't expect to see was The person who called for someone stood with Lan in front of His Majesty's bathing palace.

The faces of the men blushed, and they didn't speak. Finally, Lan said with an ugly face, "Your Majesty... is inside..."

Yan Yumu frowned, and the anger on his face was obvious, "So I said, what are you doing? You are here to invite the empress to the front hall, not to guard the gate here! Why don't you invite the empress out?"

Lan's expression became even uglier. Min Yiran had always held a lot of weight in their hearts. Seeing him being so seriously injured, they were also anxious, but...

And at this moment, the long-delayed door finally opened.

Ling Yue Xingli's small face was tinged with an alluring blush because of the heat, her moist cat's eyes were slightly seductive, and her black hair was curly from wiping, accompanied by a rosy white face , adding a touch of charm to the cold-eyed face, and that off-the-shoulder blood-red dress made her look even more charming.

Black is Lingyue Xingli's favorite, but red is the most ruthless color that matches Lingyue Xingli.The fire-like enthusiasm, and the fire-like ruthless burning of everything.

Yan Yumu and the others lowered their heads after regaining consciousness for a moment, but what they saw was Ling Yuexingli's fair and flawless calf and round toes protruding from Kodan.

Even Yan Yumu turned his face away a little uncomfortable and said: "Your Majesty, please go to the front hall."

Ling Yuexing glanced at them coldly, and walked towards the front hall without saying a word. When she heard the relieved voices of the people behind, she couldn't help but twitched a disdainful smile.

At this time, the front hall.

Min Yiran, who kept coughing up blood and even had a deep knife on his chest oozing blood, was placed on a long imperial concubine chair. Several pharmacists surrounded him sweating profusely. Remember to go around.

"Why hasn't the imperial concubine come here?" Elder Gong looked at the seriously injured old man, walking back and forth anxiously.

"It was that bastard who hurt him, no one really knows?" Elder Zi held a steamed bun in one hand and a pear in the other, but he was so anxious that he didn't even bother to take a bite.

Several medicine tutors from the Imperial College froze, with different expressions, but they kept busy looking through the notes Ling Yue Xingli gave them without saying anything.

Standing beside Ping Yiran, Sheng Fanyin looked at his former teacher and comrade-in-arms with a pair of swamp-like eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the expressions of several medicine instructors, and the indifference on his face deepened slightly.

"Step, step, step...", the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, and the slow pace of the steps immediately made the eyes of the people brighten, and they all turned their heads to look at the entrance of the hall as if they were welcoming the savior.

From a distance, there is a figure as gorgeous as fire, charming and powerful mixed with the aura of the emperor, charming as fire, scorching and ruthless as fire.

The ministers bowed their heads tacitly and did not dare to take a second look at the woman who belonged to their emperor.

Sheng Sanskrit swept across Lingyue Xingli's exposed arms and calves, and waves flashed in his eyes.

Ling Yuexing didn't even look at the civil and military officials and Ping Yiran, who was lying on the imperial concubine chair and coughing blood, and walked up to Sheng Fanyin's arm, looking at him with big cat eyes with a slightly cold smile, It seems to be conveying some cold information.

Sheng Fanyin frowned imperceptibly, and looked at Ping Yiran from the corner of his eyes, as if he had guessed something, he suddenly met the pair of slightly cold cat eyes, the calm and deep eyes were like tidal sea, with waves and waves.

A pair of thin lips were pursed into a stiff line, Sheng Fanyin didn't say anything, just pushed Ling Yue Xingli's hand away, turned and walked up the stairs, and sat on the high dragon chair.

Withdrawing Weiwei's cold hand, Ling Yuexingli curled his lips and looked at the people around him, "Why did you call me over?"

"Your Majesty, help the principal take a look, he's dying soon!" An old official said worriedly.

"Oh?" Ling Yuexingli raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Ping Yiran, that expression of interest immediately alerted Gong Laozi and the two old foxes beside him.

"You want me to save him?" A sneering voice floated out of Ling Yue Xingli's alluring little mouth, causing a strange silence in the audience.

As an imperial concubine and a pharmacist, isn't it natural to save important people in one's country?Why do you ask such a sentence?

Gong Lao frowned, and looked at Ling Yue Xingli sharply with his old eyes, as if he wanted to see her thoroughly, "Niang Niang, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean?" Ling Yue Xingli met those sharp eyes, and showed an undisguised sneer, "It's obvious, isn't it? An ordinary pharmacist is paid accordingly, let alone my dignified crimson-rank pharmacist." ? I can't seem to find a reason to work for nothing."

"Little girl, don't go too far. As the imperial concubine of Zhan Jingyuan, this is your responsibility and obligation." Zi Lao said with a smile, but the pear in his hand had already been pinched, and sweet juice flowed out. .

Ling Yue Xingli turned a blind eye to the warnings of the two elders, and looked at them with cat eyes like a high-ranking king looking at lowly ants, cold and disdainful.Look, it's these people who only want her to pay but can't even meet her modest demands. Now they even come out with warnings and threats. An imperial concubine is actually warned and threatened by a courtier?Ling Yue Xingli almost sneered.

"You..." Mr. Gong almost complained. As a legendary military general, he has made great achievements in his life and has a great reputation. How can he bear this young girl looking at him like this? It's a shame, a naked shame. !

Ling Yue Xingli squinted his eyes to block the cold murderous aura inside, swept across the civil and military officials with different complexions, and finally settled on the veteran-level Gong Lao and Zi Lao, and a cold and disdainful voice sounded, "Since you keep claiming that I I am an imperial concubine, so may I ask if you understand your identity? I didn’t know that Zhan Jingyuan’s imperial concubine, whose status is not as good as a courtier who is no longer a courtier, was threatened and warned in front of civil and military officials Woolen cloth."

(End of this chapter)