My Queen, you are naughty again

Xia Qiuju sat there with her straight back and slightly lifted face, all showing her identity in front of Chu Li.

In front of him, Chu Li said nothing and bowed his head to make tea for Xia Qiuju. Warm water poured into the cup, and the crisp sound poured through my ears.

I saw that Xia Qiuju looked at Chu Li's back, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

In an instant, Chu Li felt a pain in his waist. He stumbled down in front and spilled the teapot in his hand.

"Ah!" Xia Qiuju exclaimed from the pavilion.

Bang! A blue and white porcelain teapot broke into pieces on the ground. Chu Li supported the table in front of her with both hands. The pain from her waist made her bite her teeth again.

Here, Xia Qiuju's eyes were red, and her tears swirled inside. She didn't fall down for a long time. She covered her slender jade finger and choked: "pain, pain, pain!"

At this moment, the pavilion was like a frying pan. The servant girl who followed Xia Qiuju hurried forward with a nervous look on her face and said, "Miss, miss, show me!"

The empress sitting on the side was also burning eyebrows, and stretched out her hand to hold Xia Qiuju's hand.

A white and tender hand was red and swollen, and there were some small bubbles around it, which was shocking.

Xia Qiuju covered her hands and finally couldn't help the tears in her eyes. She burst into tears and kept choking: "my hand, i... my hand!"

Hearing Xia Qiuju's cry, Chu Li fiercely looked back and looked at the broken kettle on the ground. He knew that things were bad. Even if his waist was still like a needle, he immediately knelt on the ground and said, "the negligence of small ions is the fault of small ions. Please punish the king."

Mo Rongrui frowned, looked at Chu Li's pale face, and then looked at Xia Qiuju's badly scalded hands. There was a slight guess in my heart.

The empress, frowning, scolded the servants behind her: "don't hurry to Xuan Taiyi!"

After a reprimand, the narrow Phoenix eyes were full of cold, glared at Chu Li fiercely, and then said, "a bitch, who attached to Lord Rui, didn't say, and acted so recklessly today. If Ju'er's hand has three long and two short, even if Lord Rui covers you, the palace will never forgive you!"

Chu Li's face became more pale, bit his lips and said, "slave... I know I'm wrong. But I didn't mean to hurt Miss Xia's hand."

Xia Qiuju took her scalded hand, innocent and full of tears. Everyone felt pity and wronged and said, "Miss Chu? Where did I provoke you? You deliberately scalded my hand? On the emperor's birthday next month, I, I have agreed to play the piano for the emperor. How can this be good?"

As he said this, tears flowed again, and the empress, who was on the side, hurried and pulled her in your arms, gently comforted and said, "well, well, the emperor will not blame you."

Chu Li was full of grievances. He knelt on the ground and didn't dare to get up. There was cold sweat on his forehead and back.

Mo Rong Rui frowned, looked at Xia Qiuju's close maid, took the handkerchief soaked in cold water just sent by the servant, walked to Xia Qiuju and said coldly, "if you want your hand not to leave scars, stretch it out."

Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Qiuju, full of tears, trembled and extended her hand to him.

The cold water soaked handkerchief was pasted on the scalded place. The pain made her subconsciously shrink back, but she was pulled by Mo Rongrui.

Xia Qiuju looked down at the powerful hands, and her little face was slightly red.

"Miss, miss, the imperial doctor is coming! The imperial doctor is coming!" the little servant girl who just ran to ask the imperial doctor hurriedly ran over, and the imperial doctor hurriedly saluted with the medicine box.

The empress brushed her sleeve and said, "get up and show Ju'er. These hands must not be scarred!"

The imperial doctor hurried forward, opened the medicine box and did a simple treatment. The ointment was coated layer by layer, and finally wrapped with white gauze. He could no longer see the original delicate jade hands.

Xia Qiuju wiped her tears and kept asking the imperial doctor, "imperial doctor, can I still play the piano on the emperor's birthday?"

The doctor put down the things in his hand, looked at Xia Qiuju with some hesitation, shook his head and said, "Miss Xia, don't be too hasty. She scalded her four fingers and the back of her hand. If Miss Xia doesn't keep it well during this period, she will have scars."

Hearing what the imperial doctor said, the queen frowned and patted the table ruthlessly: "Miss Chu, you must give Ju'er an account of this matter and give this palace an account!"

Chu Li frowned and buried his head lower; "Back to Miss Xia, the maidservant really didn't mean it. It was the maidservant who suddenly felt that something hit her waist. The whole person staggered. Only then did she accidentally knock over the kettle and hurt Miss Xia's hand."

Mo Rongrui, who stood beside him, looked dignified and looked down at Chu Li's waist. His face was pale and felt more wrong.

"So, you are also a victim of this?" the empress stood in front of Chu Li, her hands attached to her waist, bowed her head and scolded.

"Empress, maidservant, maidservant didn't shirk the responsibility. Maidservant knew her mistake, but she didn't do it on purpose." Chu Li only felt more pain in her waist, and a drop of sweat on her forehead fell on the ground and mixed with the tea.

Then, Xia Qiuju, who had been sitting without opening his mouth, got up slowly and went to the Queen's mother. Her eyes were still red and she went on her way in a soft voice; "Empress, Miss Chu can't lie. She must have knocked over the teapot accidentally. I don't blame Miss Chu. Moreover, Miss Chu is the person of Lord Rui, who will certainly deal with it."

These words made the empress feel aggrieved for Xia Qiuju. She stretched out her hand and touched Xia Qiuju's pitiful little face. She turned back and took a deep breath, looked at Mo Rongrui and said faintly: "Lord Rui, Ju'er said so about today's affairs. I hope Lord Rui can explain to Ju'er. It's not good if her hands are scarred. Not to mention Ju'er's skill of playing the piano, but no one in the capital dares to compete with them."

Mo Rongrui glanced at Xia Qiuju and turned coldly. A pair of sword eyebrows wrinkled tightly and scolded: "go to the door of the study and kneel. Don't get up without the king's words!"

"Yes." Chu Li clenched his teeth, nodded, propped himself up slowly, arched his waist and disappeared step by step around the corner.

In the pavilion, Mo Rongrui brushed the ceremony, leveled his voice and said to Xia Qiuju, "I will discipline this girl well. Miss Xia's hand, I will order someone to send the best scald medicine to the prime minister's house and make amends in person another day!"