Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 308 Chapter four hundred and eight: Looking for sugar in the glass slag.

"Ah!! It hurts, it hurts, take it easy." Qing Yange's five sense organs were twisted together because of the pain.

Heart-piercing voices came from the side room of Jiuque in the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Cen Bin looked teasingly at the position of the screen, on which the shadows of Qing Yan Ge and Jiu Que were reflected.

At this moment, Jiu Que was squatting halfway, holding Qing Yange's calf in his hand, and carefully applying medicine to Qing Yange, he really couldn't bear Qing Yange's noisy voice.

Jiu Que pursed his lips lightly, raised his dark eyes slightly, stared at Qing Yange's face, and gave Qing Yange a hand that smeared his calf, "Why don't you apply it yourself?"

Qing Yange curled her lips, and said with some pain: "Why don't you let Mr. Han come?"

Jiu Que's face collapsed in an instant, he pinched Qing Yange's smooth and delicate calf, and raised his voice to ask: "Do you think this king is better than that kid?"

Qing Yange saw that Jiu Que's expression was not right, and quickly explained: "Because he is a genius doctor and knows how to bandage the best way, I don't think you are not as good as him."

Jiu Que remained silent, but his face softened a bit.

"Jiu Que, look at my wound is torn, torn, what should I do if I accidentally fall to the root of the disease and become disabled?" Qing Yange's face was full of sorrow, and his tone was cautious.

Jiu Que saw the shocking wound on Qing Yange's foot, he pondered for a moment, and finally called out: "Cen Bin, bring Han Mubo to this king."

"Yes." Cen Bin cupped his hands and replied respectfully.

A quarter of an hour later.

Jiu Que was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch beside him, and seemed to be sipping tea in a leisurely manner, with a leisurely expression and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

But his peripheral vision drifted behind the screen from time to time, and landed on Han Mubo's body.

He looked at Han Mubo up and down from the corner of his eye, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter.

Gee.

Qingyange's eyesight is really bad, the person in front of him is not as good-looking as the wife of the Emperor of Nanzhao whom he met in Hefeng City.

"master."

When Cen Bin saw Jiu Que's eyes fixed on one direction without blinking, he was blessed and couldn't help calling out.

Jiu Que turned a deaf ear, and there was a somewhat provocative look in his eyes.

Heh, look at his small body, he might be overturned with one kick in a martial arts competition with him, not even Prince Linyuan is strong enough for him to fight.

Cen Bin stretched out his hand and shook Jiu Que's eyes, "Master?"

Jiu Que pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing.

A person who looks incapable of writing or martial arts is just wearing the shell of a genius doctor to bluff and deceive outside, just Qing Yange, this woman has bad eyesight.

Seeing that Jiu Que was completely immersed in his own world, Cen Bin finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "Master!! Your tea cup has been filled long ago, and now the water is overflowing the floor, if you don't stop, here I'm afraid it will become a flood scene!"

As soon as Cen Bin said this, the two people behind the screen focused their eyes on Jiu Que in unison.

Jiu Que's eyes flickered, and he came back to his senses in an instant.

He lowered his eyes and saw that the teacup was full and the water on the ground meandered all over the place.

Jiu Que showed embarrassment, and he coughed lightly, "Cen Bin, when did you learn to exaggerate? Such a little water stain, you told me it was a flood scene?"

Cen Bin scratched his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Master, can you recover your senses without exaggerating? Your eyeballs just wanted to be on the screen."

Jiu Que smiled bluntly, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes, "Cen Bin, do you want to go to special training again?"

Cen Bin quickly knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Qingyange who was sitting at the other end saw the situation here, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile, "Puchi."

She laughed out loud.

Jiu Que turned his face and stared at Qing Yange coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

Qing Yange covered her mouth, a smile overflowed from her eyes, "I just think you are cute."

Jiu Que's face turned red in an instant, he stood up hastily, and told Cen Bin: "You stay and clean up here, my lord...this lord goes out for a walk."

The other person, Han Mubo, who heard Qing Yange's words, had a glint in his eyes, he quickly wrapped the gauze in his hand and fixed it, and said softly: "Okay, in the future, we must never let you The wound is torn, otherwise even I will not be sure to make you back to normal."

Qing Yange responded with a smile: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Han."

After saying that, Qing Yange saw that Jiu Que was about to step out of the wing room, and hurriedly shouted: "Jiu Que, when will you move back to the Princess Mansion?"

Jiu Que's steps paused, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes, and his thin lips slightly lifted, "No."

When Qing Yange heard Jiu Que's words, the light in her eyes dimmed a little bit, she bit her lips, "Are you really not coming back?"

Jiu Que replied lightly, "This is where I belong."

"But you and I are husband and wife, you don't live in the princess mansion, what are you doing here?" Qing Yange asked.

Jiu Que replied without changing his face: "I said, I will deliver He Lishu to you in a few days, and you will write your name on it with Princess Lao."

Qing Yange took a deep breath, with slight wounds in her eyes, "Jiu Que, are you serious?"

"I never speak nonsense, not to mention the bloody feud between the princess and me. Princess, you should understand the gap between us." Jiu Que was decisive, but the hand hidden in the sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist. The veins popped out.

Qingyange closed her eyes, and after a long time, she let out a little breath, and said to Han Mubo beside her, "Mr. Han, please help me out."

Han Mubo still had a gentle and jade-like appearance, and said softly: "Okay."

Han Mubo carefully supported Qing Yange, and led her slowly to Jiu Que.

Qing Yange looked at Jiu Que's familiar but unfamiliar face, and she said flatly and distantly: "Thank you, Prince Regent, for lending me a place to bandage. It's getting late now, so I won't bother you. Let me go."

She nodded at Jiu Que, and then slowly walked out of the wing with Han Mubo's support.

Looking at the two figures who seemed to be cuddling together, Jiu Que's face turned cold a little bit.

After hesitating for a long time, Cen Bin finally stepped forward, and said earnestly at Jiu Que's side, "Master, do you feel pain in your chest, and the world is spinning?"

Jiu Que pursed his lips, "Yes."

"Do you feel weak in your limbs and panic?" Cen Bin asked again.

"What reason did you say?" Jiu Que asked.

Cen Bin glanced at Jiu Que, and replied seriously: "Master, you are hungry and need to eat."

"Really?" Jiu Que's eyes raised up, with a hint of suspicion.

Cen Bin sighed, and continued: "Look, the master doesn't even believe that it's because you're hungry. In fact, you know why it hurts better than anyone else. Now that you have lost your memory, you can deny your relationship with me just by relying on a diary from the past." The past of the princess, but you are distressed and uncomfortable, these cannot be deceived."

After Cen Bin finished speaking, he saluted, "Master, please think about it carefully."

After speaking, he backed away slowly.

(End of this chapter)