Transmigrate to be Queen

Looking at such a wooden bell, the emperor had a trace of curiosity. I can't tell. What he sees now is the legendary Hercules. However, Hercules are not all thick and strong. It's amazing that the slave and maid look so thin and small.

"Why did you change the medicine so easily? Are you stronger than ordinary women?"

The emperor's voice was kind, but wooden bell firmly shook his head and denied the emperor's words,

"Slaves are no stronger than others."

"Then how can you move the third prince? You haven't hurt him yet."

Mu Ling reached out to wipe the sweat on his head and showed it to the emperor,

"Your Majesty, your maidservant has also made enough strength. You see, your maidservant is also sweating."

"Wow, our young lady was also hurt like this. Oh, it's the master. The master has the same problem as his highness three. He doesn't want to surround himself with too many people. The slave and maid had to work alone as much as possible and wait on the master to change clothes and dressing every day."

"At the beginning, I was a little weak, but my master always tried his best. There are some things that you can always do as long as you want."

Wooden bell aims at the Grand Palace lady intentionally or unintentionally. If you want to serve the Lord, you can match it. You have to fake others even to change medicine. Naturally, everyone saw her and understood what she meant.

"Although it took a little effort at the beginning, it was easy later, and gradually made experience."

Mu Ling also looked at Ning Xiaoman with some pain, as if she was cherishing the master's injuries,

"Your master was hurt."

The emperor couldn't help but ask, how can a woman easily suffer such heavy trauma? There must be a reason.

It's really for a reason. Mu Ling finally let down her breath. This speech finally led to the main topic. It didn't waste her saying so many words that aroused the emperor's interest. Fortunately, the Emperor gave her face and asked her to smooth her words until now. Mu Ling raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with her cuffs.

"Our young lady went to Daduo temple to accompany me to pray for blessings, and the maid wanted to follow the young lady... Oh, the master didn't let me. As a result, when I returned to the house in the afternoon, the master came back with such a heavy injury. It was too dangerous at that time. The master didn't even have a blood color on his face, and I didn't know what happened in Daduo temple. The master never said it and made the maid worried."

As soon as Mu Ling said this, the emperor immediately remembered how Ning Xiaoman's injury came. He really didn't take others' injury too seriously. He was the king and the Lord of a country. When there was danger, the ministers naturally wanted to give their lives to rescue. That's what they should do. The emperor Zheng ruoli didn't feel half guilty.

So Ning Xiaoman has long forgotten about his third son's injury. Now he is raised by wooden bell, and the matter suddenly returns to his mind. Others don't know. He knows it. Ning Xiaoman saved the third prince because the third prince stood in front of him to save his father and Emperor.

It turned out that the third son had blocked a knife for himself. If there was no Ning Xiaoman last time, the third son would have fallen into bed and couldn't get up. Strictly speaking, the injury this time was the second time the third son injured himself.

Moreover, according to the report of his subordinates at that time, Ning Xiaoman's injury was much more serious than that of his third son this time. Otherwise, he could not easily agree to the third son's request, marry him and marry Ning Xiaoman into the palace.

The emperor's heart suddenly soured at the thought of his third son's desperate twice for himself. He was assassinated these two times. He was surrounded by many people, including other princes, personal guards, internal attendants and palace maids. Why did this son stand up twice.

The emperor sighed in his heart. Naturally, it was because he did his best. When he was in danger, the son did not hesitate to help himself stop the disaster. Only this sincere heart can no longer be matched by others.

"Fu Sheng, does it still hurt?"

The more the emperor thought about it, the more he felt that this son was pure filial. After three or two steps, he came to the bed and sat down. He touched his son's hand and wanted to comfort him, but it was cold. Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, also said a lucky thing. Man er's Tang mother-in-law was brought back, but she didn't have time to tuck herself in the quilt.

"It doesn't hurt, father. Don't worry. My son is fine."

Although Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, frowned, he bit his teeth and returned to his father's words, and showed a smile that was not very good-looking.

The smile made the emperor feel more uncomfortable,

"Just wronged you and your daughter-in-law."

While saying this, Zheng Fusheng reached out to help his son touch the messy hair on his forehead. Zheng Fusheng was immediately moved. Looking at the emperor, he was full of admiration, and his voice trembled.

"The commissar didn't complain. The bitch just ignored her dignity and didn't call others. It's too few rules to dare to scold the princess. The son asked someone to drag her out. The son didn't sincerely disrespect his father. But he didn't dare to touch the people in his father's palace if he didn't kill his heart like this."

"Don't say it. With your father and emperor, how can you and your daughter-in-law be wronged?"

The emperor slowly turned back and looked at the big maid kneeling on the ground with a helpless face,

"You asked for your own death. You dare to insult the princess. I can't protect you this time. Pull it down and die."