In order to allow Tian'er to continue talking, the Prime Minister began to change the topic rudely.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital are all at Your Highness Qingchen's place. If you summon it, you will waste your time on the road. Now it's not far from Qingcheng Hall, so it's better..."

"Does Rong Aiqing want to let the assassination of my private tour and go out of the palace and go out on a private tour, or do you want the Queen of Me to be a flesh shield for you to be known to be aware of?"

Bai Mo interrupted her with a smile and said, "I don't want this to be known to everyone, otherwise those Feng family members would have to nag in my ears, so I'm too lazy to listen!"

Rong Yue's eyes were slightly darker, and her lips, like peach petals, were pursed into a straight line, and she said, "But your Majesty's injuries must be dealt with..."

Bai Mo suddenly approached Rong Yue and sniffed her.

Rong Yue's body stiffened slightly and she couldn't move at all. Even though she tried her best to calm down, she could still hear a little stiff: "Your Majesty, what is your Majesty doing?"

"Yeah, it smells like medicine."

Bai Mo and her distanced her a little, "If I remember correctly, Rong Aiqing, you were injured, right? Did you bring the golden sore medicine?"

“…bring it.”

Bai Mo suddenly smiled at him, as bright as the moon in the sky, and it was so beautiful.

"Then I'll have to worry about Rong Aiqing bandaging my wound."

The sky was so dark that Bai Mo missed the suspicious redness flashed on Rong Yue's face.

"It's too dark here, and there is the Bihua Zhaoting Pavilion in the Imperial Garden in front of you. I'll deal with your injuries for Your Majesty!"

The Prime Minister left a word, and he didn't care whether Her Majesty the Queen agreed or not, and took the lead and went straight to the Bihuazhao Pavilion.

The back is rushing, and the steps seem to be a bit like running away in panic.

Bai Mo: "..."

Bold!

I haven't even agreed, so you just take your own decision!

Also, you dare to walk ahead of me!

Of course, Her Majesty the Queen finally chose to forgive her with great mercy.

Bihua Zhaoting lit the octagonal exquisite palace lanterns, and when Bai Mo walked slowly over, Rong Yue was already looking as usual, and took out the golden sore medicine and white gauze and put it on the table of the white marble round table, looking very professional.

Rong Yue's eyes were filled with a cold light, without any sense of emotion, and she said.

"Your Majesty, please wear a loose dress first."

They were all women, Bai Mo's clothes were so wide that they were stress-free, so he naturally began to unbutton the buttons on the lapel with his left hand.

However, Rong Yue looked away and turned slightly.

Seeing this scene, Bai Mo, who was originally planning to make a living by himself, immediately did not plan to do this.

Bai Mo's eyes rolled, and then she smiled a little maliciously.

Then, Rong Yue heard Her Majesty the Queen behind her and shouted lazily: "Rong Aiqing, my right hand is injured. Come and help me take off my clothes."

That tone is no different from teasing a good woman.

Rong Yue's body stiffened again and was unable to move her body for a long time.

Bai Mo said again: "Who are both daughters, shouldn't Rong Aiqing be shy?"

A jokey question seemed to hide spy and doubt in the smiley tone.

Rong Yue finally moved, and it would only take two or three steps to walk in front of her.

Point out the slender jade-like fingers and put on the complicated patterned buckles at the collar of the white ink collar.

Stiff fingers, slow and unnatural movements, slightly lowered head...

Slowly untied, one by one...

Bai Mo saw it in his eyes, stretched out his fingertips to lift Rong Yue's chin, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Chapter completed!