After being taken away by the princess, I became a disaster

"My son-in-law pays respects to his father."

Yan Qingli went to Qiu Lanxi and knelt down, and the black hair fell to the place. Qiu Lanxi caught a glimpse of the hair falling on the back of her hand, and she behaved like a statue.

Emperor Qinghe suddenly felt an evil fire bursting out of his heart, did he speak?What did he do?

This disgusting thing!

Emperor Qinghe took a deep breath. If he hadn't seen the blood on her back, he would have cursed directly. He turned his back without seeing or bothering: "Get up!"

"Where is the imperial doctor, come here soon!"

Yan Qingli took advantage of the situation and pulled Qiu Lanxi to stand up. She glanced at Qiu Lanxi calmly, and seeing that she was not frightened, she said: "Father, my son is fine."

"There is no serious problem and you need to ask for a doctor?" Emperor Qinghe turned around, looked at Qiu Lanxi supporting Yan Qingli, and turned his back again, "Okay, don't talk, I will get angry when I see you now !"

Yan Qingli's face was calm, seeing the imperial physician approaching nervously, she nodded slightly: "Thank you."

When Emperor Qinghe rushed over, he naturally brought more than one imperial physician, Qiu Lanxi was directly squeezed out, and his watery eyes looked at Yan Qingli worriedly.

Several imperial physicians took turns to check the pulse, and the oldest imperial physician saluted Emperor Qinghe: "Your Majesty, Your Highness Shaoguang is fine, but he suffered from weakness recently, and it happened during a thunderstorm. Your Highness has been practicing martial arts since childhood." Strong, the wound healed very well at the beginning, but it was not a minor injury, every rainy day would inevitably be affected, but His Highness suffered a lot, but it hurt some foundations."

"I suggest that Your Highness eat less spicy food in the next few days. If there is no drowsiness and vomiting, it will recover after the rain."

Emperor Qinghe frowned. He also felt unwell on rainy days. He was once imprisoned. He looked at the imperial physician with dissatisfaction: "If that's all, what happened to Shaoguang's back?"

"This……"

The imperial physicians looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. People who practice martial arts are different from ordinary people. Even if they are rich in experience, it is really difficult to distinguish them. The most important thing is that Princess Shaoguang is fine. What should they say so as not to offend Princess Shaoguang won't let His Majesty think they are quack doctors?

"Go back to the emperor, Your Highness hit it by herself," Qiu Lanxi saw that Yan Qingli was about to speak, and immediately answered. After all, there are skills in selling misery. She wiped her tears, "I was woken up by the thunder last night, and only found that His Highness was unconscious. I couldn't wake up again, so I bit down on it in a moment of urgency..."

She glanced at Yan Qingli shyly, and then continued, "His Highness asked me to keep silent after he woke up, but His Highness was in so much pain that he accidentally bumped into the edge of the bed."

Qiu Lanxi speaks clearly, sings and composes very well, coupled with her pear-blossoming face, it is difficult for anyone to doubt the authenticity of her words.

Yan Qingli frowned slightly, and said frankly: "It's not as exaggerated as she said, father and son are just a little impatient."

Emperor Qinghe withdrew his gaze from Qiulanxi, and seeing that she was truly worried and sincere, he felt a little more comfortable, and couldn't help but look at Yan Qingli with disapproval: "I don't know if you can bear the pain? You have to be strong since you were young, don't try to be brave in the future."

He looked at the imperial physician, and asked with some concern: "What do you mean if there is no drowsiness and vomiting, and what will happen if there is?"

"Returning to the emperor, I have read in an ancient medical book that such serious injuries are not easy to recover, and there are also signs of recurrence after a few years. However, according to my opinion, Your Highness has maintained a good body these years and is full of vitality. It should be that the most serious consequences will not occur, but to be on the safe side, rest in bed for a few days and not be tired."

Seeing that Emperor Qinghe was concerned about this, the imperial physician couldn't help explaining it in more detail.

Emperor Qinghe felt a little relieved when he heard the words, and waved his hands to let them go down to prescribe the prescription. After all, this is the other party's boudoir. He walked a few steps forward and stopped, feeling distressed and blamed: "Next time you can't It's like this, I know that you have a delicate mind and don't want to worry me, but if you are like this now, can I feel better?"

"It's my son who didn't think well," Yan Qingli listened to the training with his head bowed, and then said after a pause, "It's just father, the matter of finding Fangge is at a critical moment, son..."

"You don't have to worry about this matter anymore," Emperor Qinghe looked at Qiulanxi, and said angrily, "When you go to court, the group of fragrant pavilions that I kept will no longer exist."

Although Emperor Qinghe also wanted to attack Your Excellency Qunfang, and Yan Qingli just passed him a raft, but when he thought of her purpose for doing so, he felt heartbroken.

"That's good." Yan Qingli smiled with downcast eyes, and after further investigation, it was not something she should know. At this time, she stopped her hand and just stayed away from the center of the vortex.

After all, Emperor Qinghe still had an early court to attend, delay was the limit, so he left after saying a few words.

As soon as he left, Qiu Lanxi immediately climbed back onto the bed. Such a toss, not only did not make her drowsy, but she became more and more sleepy.

Looking at her tired face, Yan Qingli subconsciously wanted to reach out to hold her in his arms, but Qiu Lanxi avoided it and lay on the bedside: "Your Highness, you don't need to worry about me, so you can rest."

She just stayed up all night. Young people have a good foundation, and after a full night's sleep, there is no discomfort. But Yan Qingli was different, she really hurt all night.

Yan Qingli frowned: "I'm fine." After a pause, she said, "I'm really just impatient."

She didn't tell a lie, it's just that no one believed it. After all, practicing martial arts requires hardship. She also suffered a lot when she was in the mansion. After seeing a lot, everyone subconsciously thought that her pain tolerance was stronger than others high.

But in fact, she is more pain-resistant than anyone else, but at that time, the sons of the royal father's brother's family liked to trouble her. Whether it was resistance or begging for mercy, they could only intensify their teasing thoughts, and Yan Qingli got used to pretending to be numb. Patience, as long as such a 'boring' reaction occurs a few times, they will only feel that she is boring, and there will be no more twists and turns.

Perhaps a child who loves to cry is more likely to attract attention, but for Yu Yanqingli, she learned early on how to solve problems by herself.

Yan Qingli: "I won't make fun of my body."

When she said that, Qiu Lanxi believed it. After all, how could a person who wanted to ascend the throne not take good care of his body? That's why she was shocked.

Yan Qingli was only a few years old when he started practicing martial arts. At that time, he could have the patience that many adults do not have. Just thinking about it makes him feel terrible.

Qiu Lanxi gave her a thumbs up in a complicated mood: "Your Highness, this is you."

Yan Qingli: "...?"

Yan Qingli couldn't understand this weird gesture, but combined with the other person's expression, she could probably guess what it meant.

She smiled helplessly, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Qiu Lanxi: "There is nothing to admire, I believe even Qingqing can do it in such an environment."

That is the most instinctive desire to survive. She didn't have any ambitions at that time, and everything was just for her own life to be easier.

Qiu Lanxi didn't refute her. Although she couldn't guess what Yan Qingli experienced when she was a child, she felt that she probably couldn't do it. After all, strictly speaking, she hadn't encountered any suffering in her previous life and this life, and it was the most difficult to accept. It is nothing more than the heart-wrenching pain of the death of a loved one.

Yan Qingli reached out and touched her cheek, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Qiu Lanxi smiled at her, and really fell asleep, Yan Qingli looked at her for a while before looking away, got up to change into a clean dress, and waved away the servants.

After everyone had left, Yan Qingli couldn't help taking a closer look at the bronze mirror. She didn't feel anything unusual, but the marks on her body couldn't be faked. Is there any other place besides this place?

Yan Qingli stared at the tooth mark, and took a long time to look away. She didn't look suspiciously to see if there were other places on her body. She felt that Qiu Lanxi was not the kind of person who took advantage of others, although this seemed not convincing. force.

Caressing it with slightly cool fingertips, Yan Qingli couldn't imagine what she had done and what kind of thoughts she had in mind to do it. She only had some subtle regrets, but she didn't notice anything.

She calmly withdrew her hand, returned to the side of the bed, and stretched out her hand to relieve Qiu Lanxi's tense muscles. After maintaining that posture for an unknown period of time, it is impossible for her body not to feel discomfort.

However, Qiu Lanxi is not a peaceful person when she sleeps. She felt comfortable at this moment, and immediately put her whole body on it, and her deep sleep did not affect her ordering people to rub her waist and hands. She was not polite at all.

Yan Qingli couldn't help but smiled, followed her pulling force and put her hand over, paused before continuing to massage.

Her waist is extremely thin and soft. Compared with Yan Qingli herself, Qiu Lanxi's waist looks like what a woman should have. The soft touch is hard not to make people linger, Yan Qingli doesn't think there is anything wrong with her At this time, she couldn't help but wonder, would she feel that she was too hard?

There are quite a few noble girls in Beijing who secretly raise faces, and some people even raise dancers with slender waists. They all seem to like women who are tender and tender.

But she will never be that kind of person, nor does she want to be that kind of person.

But Qiu Lanxi probably likes that kind of person, and the woman she brought back is also that kind of person.

Yan Qingli shook her head, and quickly lost those inexplicable thoughts, noble girls like women who are tender and tender, but she also likes to dress up as men, she knows that they are regretting that they are not men.

Since she regards herself as a man, she will naturally like a woman who is as tender as water, but Qiu Lanxi herself is such a person, so maybe she doesn't like such a person?

Yan Qingli's thoughts were flying, thinking about something and nothing, and when Qiu Lanxi finally felt comfortable and rolled into the foot of the bed, she stopped, picked up the medicine bowl on the table and drank it down, sat down Take a book at the bedside at any time and look.

After a lot of tossing and tossing today, she can't lean on it now. Fortunately, Yan Qingli doesn't like leaning on it at all, and she doesn't feel how tiring the current sitting posture is.