Chapter 106: Smashing the Foot
Rong Que wanted to say something else, but Jixiang and Minglu came rushing over.
Jixiang jumped off his horse and rushed straight to Su Qingqing. He pulled her master up and looked her up and down, left and right for several times before he was sure that the man was indeed fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Su Qingqing's neck and cried, "You scared me to death."
Minglu next to him: ...
Doesn't it seem like I'm calm if you cry like this? Doesn't it seem like I'm unfaithful?
Ming Lu twitched his eyes and turned to rush towards Rong Que, "Your Highness..."
The hoarse cry that was rolling at
"If you dare to cry like that, do you believe I will bury you right here?"
Ming Lu: …
"Then shall I help you up?"
Rong Que didn't even look at him, just lay there with his eyes half closed.
Su Qingqing finally broke free from Jixiang's frightened arms, turned around and saw Rong Que still lying on the ground, and hurried forward.
Rong Que smiled bitterly at her, his voice pitiful, "My back hurts a little, he can't get up by himself."
Minglu:?
Depend on!
So you are waiting here!
One on the left and one on the right, Su Qingqing and Ming Lu tried their best to gently help Rong Que up little by little. During the whole process, half of Rong Que's body was hanging on Su Qingqing.
Minglu saw that his prince was moving slowly but his expression didn't twitch at all, so he knew that the pain was just fake, and his heart finally settled down.
Tsk tsk.
Even his silly prince knows how to use tricks to pursue someone.
The horse race ended here. Su Qingqing checked the scene and found that the horse's sudden kneeling was indeed due to an accident.
A wasp stung its front hoof.
On the way back, because Rong Que pretended to be sick, Su Qingqing accompanied him in the carriage.
As soon as he returned to the mansion, he immediately summoned the imperial physician to see him.
This imperial physician was Rong Que's confidant. After a thorough examination, he left a bottle of medicinal wine for Rong Que to rub once in the morning and evening.
As soon as the imperial physician left, Minglu looked at Su Qingqing in embarrassment, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this matter will trouble you. Minghe and I have to go to Zhending in a while. We just received news that there are some things we need to check.
Others... I can't trust the servants in this mansion."
Rong Que made a lot of moves in private, but Su Qingqing didn't doubt it at all and agreed without saying a word.
Red candles warm the tent.
Rong Que took off his clothes and lay on the bed, revealing his smooth and strong back. Having practiced martial arts for many years, the muscles on his back were obvious and beautiful.
Su Qingqing rubbed her hands to warm them up and poured the medicinal wine into them. "It may be a little painful, Your Highness, please bear with it. The imperial physician said that the medicinal wine will only work if it is rubbed into the body."
"Hmm." Rong Que's voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because it was uncomfortable lying down or something.
Su Qingqing sat beside him and tilted her head to look over. "Would you like some water?"
They were lying on the same bed, very close to each other. Su Qingqing suddenly tilted her head to look over, her aura covering him, and Rong Que felt numb. "No, no need, let's get started."
The moment Su Qingqing's warm palm with slightly cool medicinal wine covered his back, Rong Que felt as if he had been hit in a numb spot.
Otherwise, how could I recover from the numbness all over my body?
Su Qingqing exerted force and rubbed the medicinal wine bit by bit according to the imperial physician's instructions.
Her fair fingers fell on Rong Que's wheat-colored skin, with a clear color difference.
Rub Rong Que's back with your palms in a clockwise direction, and after rubbing one area, move to another area.
Rong Que couldn't even endure such skin contact for half a minute before he felt as if a fire was burning in his body. Every time Su Qingqing's hand rubbed his back, his heartbeat quickened.
Now he just wanted to turn over, press down the person he had been thinking about day and night, and swallow her.
How could he withstand Su Qingqing's rubbing?
What a failure.
Just rub some medicinal wine and the reaction will come out.
His lower abdomen felt as if it was being burned by fire, and Rong Que couldn't help but let out a low moan.
Su Qingqing paused her movements and leaned forward, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Half of her body was almost pressed against Rong Que's back, and the silk clothes slid across his spine, the tingling sensation making Rong Que's passion even more intense.
" No , I suddenly remembered that I have something important to deal with. I won't rub it for now. I have to go out for a while."
With a stutter, Rong Que quickly stood up, picked up one side of his clothes, and rushed out like a gust of wind.
If he didn't go out, he was afraid that Su Qingqing would find out something.
His body's reaction was just too great.
Rong Que left the main room and went straight to his study. There was a small bathroom behind the study. Rong Que picked up a bucket of cold water from the bathroom and poured it on his head.
Such cold water did not extinguish his burning passion.
Rong Que lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly, "You are such a loser. If we fight with real swords and guns tomorrow, you will be blown up."
Shooting oneself in the foot.
He asked the imperial physician to prescribe the medicinal wine, so he couldn't even rub his back. He had to pretend to be sick. After three days of endurance, Rong Que's back was finally healed.
Minglu and Minghe, who "went to Zhending", were finally able to show up in the Prince's Mansion openly.
At the same time, the emperor finally made up his mind and was ready to agree to Nan Liang's request to marry Su Yunyun.
Because Su Yunhe had been dismissed from his official post, in order to save face for Southern Liang, the emperor issued an imperial decree to confer the title of Princess Yunqing on Su Yunyun.
Jixiang said to Su Qingqing while gnawing on a chicken leg, "My queen, we put in so much effort, but in the end, Su Yunyun still wants to marry Nanliang."
Su Qingqing nodded and continued reading the book in her hand.
Seeing that her master was not in a hurry, Jixiang bit off a piece of chicken leg meat fiercely and said, "Madam, aren't our efforts in vain? She is now a princess and has the support of the people of Nanliang. She will definitely attack us when she comes out of prison."
Jixiang was furious, and Su Qingqing looked up at her from the book while trying not to laugh.
"This marriage was destined to be approved from the beginning. It's just Su Yunyun. There's no need for the emperor to become enemies with Nanliang over such a thing."
Jixiang opened his round eyes and asked, "Then what are we going to do?"
"If we don't make trouble, wouldn't this marriage be too smooth? If we don't make trouble, how can Su Yunhe be dismissed from office now?" Su Qingqing stretched out her hand and pinched Jixiang's little face, "Eat your chicken leg in peace."
Jixiang pouted, "You just want Su Yunhe to lose his job?"
Seeing his attitude of not giving up until he got to the bottom of the matter, Su Qingqing put the book down with a smile, "Not only that, Su Yunhe losing his job is just a byproduct."
"What's that for?"
"The Second Prince."
Jixiang stared, unable to figure out the trick for a long time. He took a big bite of the chicken leg and gave up.
Isn’t chicken drumstick delicious?
Why do you have to make things difficult for your brain?
Su Qingqing couldn't help laughing. As the master and servant were talking, Aunt Xu came in hurriedly, "Madam, it's bad. They just said that Miss Jinghe committed suicide."
The smile on Su Qingqing's face froze instantly. Her heart skipped a beat and she stood up and ran out. She didn't know if it was because of fear or something, but she just felt her legs go weak.
