Male God, a Little Su

At the same time, it will also cause guilt and pity in people's hearts.

Hearing the footsteps, Xiao Qinghe's hand holding the tea cup trembled.

The tea inside splashed out and wet his dragon robe.

He cursed in annoyance and slapped the hem of his clothes embarrassedly. In my ears, I kept hearing footsteps getting closer and closer, as well as the woman's hoarse and crying voice, "You guys go out first."

Xiao Qinghe frowned, and he wanted to stop it.

It has to be said that it is ridiculous. He is a dignified king of a country, but at this moment he feels that only a large number of people can give him a sense of security.

It seems like this, you don't have to face Su Roan's accusing eyes alone.

He lowered his head and heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally stopped not far away.

His eyelashes trembled, he took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.

What I saw was the woman's slightly red eyes, a cut at the corner of her lips, and her half-wet black hair scattered. It is very different from the well-dressed, dignified and noble appearance of the past.

She looked a little more embarrassed and unbearable. When she saw him looking over, her shoulders couldn't help shaking, and she lowered her head uncomfortably and a tear rolled down.

Such a silent cry made Xiao Qinghe's heart tighten.

"Concubine—you—"

He opened his mouth and saw that her body was shaking and seemed unsteady, so he stepped forward and gently helped her to the soft side and sat down.

Su Yan didn't speak, just lowered her head and tears were falling.

Xiao Qinghe's heart became more and more congested, he rubbed his brows, and finally said in a weak voice: "Prince Concubine, I'm sorry for you this time, I'm abrupt. Where did you get hurt? Come to treat you."

"don't want--"

Hearing this sentence, Su Yan, who had been unresponsive all the time, raised her head suddenly as if stimulated.

She was blushing, tears welling in her eyes.

The small hands tightly clasped Xiao Qinghe's sleeves, her fingertips turned white, she shook her head, and the broken hair stuck to her pale cheeks, making her even more attractive.

"No, the concubine doesn't want to be seen!"

She pursed her broken lips, and her dark and thick eyelashes were wet.

Xiao Qinghe became more and more powerless, patted her on the back gently, feeling guilty, distressed, pity, etc... Various emotions kept fermenting in his heart.

"Good--" Xiao Qinghe's thin lips parted lightly, and his voice was so gentle that it hardly looked like him, "You are obedient, the injury can be big or small, let the imperial doctor take a look and give him ten medicines. He didn't dare to say it out loud."

"But in the entire harem, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at the concubine!" Su Yan ignored her, her voice was hoarse and choked, and her tears flowed even more fiercely, but her eyes were very persistent, "If you invite the imperial doctor, it will be less than a cup of tea. Everyone will know that the emperor has come to Weiyang Palace, but after half a day of Kung Fu Weiyang Palace, the imperial doctor has been invited!"

"Does the emperor want to make his concubine be laughed at by everyone? Not only will the laughing concubine not get the slightest pity from the emperor, but even...even in the bed, the emperor's name is also Concubine Yun's name?!"

Su Yan turned her head angrily, and finally couldn't help sobbing.

She has a strong temper, and seems to feel that it is very humiliating, so she put her fist to her lips and clenched her teeth tightly, not wanting to let her cry be heard.

Xiao Qinghe felt that his heart was hurt, even though Su Yan could be seen as nothing before. But after today, what has changed.

He took a deep breath and coaxed in a low voice: "If you don't see it, then you won't see it, then let me take a look, how about I give you medicine?"