Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 33 [He must have some kind of purpose in doing this...]

"Baby, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell the imperial doctor!" Xia Hou Chennan, as if afraid that others would not know his relationship with her, pulled Jing Lingke out of the quilt, and kissed her cheek like no one else was there. It was as if the scar on her face was not a scar, but a beautiful flower.

The imperial doctor didn't dare to look directly at him, he could only stare at the tip of his toes and calmly wait for the two of them to finish making out.

Jing Lingke was embarrassed, "No, no, I'm really fine." Don't hurt me again, woo hoo.

Only then did Xiahou Chennan let the imperial physician leave.

Jing Lingke looked at the imperial physician's back, and cursed Xiahou Chennan a hundred times in her heart. She was sure that he must have some kind of purpose in doing this...
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The next day, Jing Lingke lay down in Xiahou Chennan's dormitory in a dejected state. It was said that no woman stayed in his dormitory. She was the first one.

She didn't know whether to be grateful for this first place, or to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

However, what is strange is that Xiahou Chennan asked her not to leave his bedroom and run around, and also said that no one would come to his bedroom without his permission.

This made Jing Lingke feel a little bit more secure.

At least that's the case, she doesn't have to worry about when Xiahou Chennan's large group of women will slip out and stage a drowning scene, poisoning, assassination or something!

Anyway, the ancient life has honed her into a person who will not be bored even if she sits.

Moreover, although it is a bedroom, it is also very large, with terraces and water pavilions, very luxurious!

Just find a book and pass the day.

In the scorching summer, I picked a cooler shade and lay down.

In this place, there is a pond in front of it, with very ordinary lotus flowers blooming, but it has a very natural beauty.

Looking at the emerald green lotus leaves swaying in the wind, Jing Lingke's mood improved for no reason.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. It was a big stone, but it was slightly recessed in the middle, just enough to accommodate a body. It was cold and very comfortable.

Drowsy and drowsy, the book in his hand blocks the sporadic light that shines through the leaves, and his thoughts gradually drift away...

(End of this chapter)