The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

The moon hangs willow shoots, and the night is dark.

Tonight seemed to be more cool than in the past. Mu Yunyan saw that it was not early, so she went back first. The two lived in different directions, so they separated after walking a short distance.

Mu Zhiqing walked on the wide street alone, and spent a lot of time in acupuncture. It was already very late at the moment, and there were no pedestrians on the whole street, and it looked empty.

Suddenly, she found a long and tall black figure not far in front.

The cold moonlight gleamed on him, and his face like a **** became more and more beautiful and dusty. It was different from the usual imposing aura, and it was more of a fairy aura.

He walked towards her step by step, her shadow reflected in those dark pupils, as if only the two of them were left between the world and the earth.

Until he walked to her and stood still.

"Yun Ting, why are you here?" Mu Zhiqing looked at the handsome face in front of her, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Ling Yunting lowered his eyes and stared at her, "Pick you up."

Suddenly, Mu Zhiqing felt her body warm, and a cloak made of satin was already draped over her.

The man's well-knotted hand tied a knot on her neckline meticulously. His hand is beautiful, thin and slender, but he has a sense of strength.

It is not so smooth, even slightly rough, which is the trace left by the sword all the year round.

It was really cold tonight, and she noticed the cool breeze along the way. With this cloak, she only felt that she was relaxed.

But what she didn't expect was that he would come to pick her up, and she didn't expect him to be so careful...

The man fastened his cloak, and his light and shallow gaze fell on the woman's slightly fascinating face. She has always been open and agile, attracting people's attention like a blazing flame, but at this moment, such a clever and fascinating appearance is revealing. Kind of cute and charming.

"Isn't hurt today?" The man's low voice was full of concern, and his gentle eyes seemed a little helpless.

It is not the first time that Mu Zhiqing has asked this question since he came to the imperial city.

Mu Zhiqing had come back to her senses at this moment, feeling the helplessness of the man, her mood was also very complicated, she couldn't hide anything from her superior...

She actually doesn't want to cause trouble, but she is like a troublesome physique. Even if she doesn't take the initiative to make trouble, she will always find trouble.

This has to be changed to the past, she thinks it is not a big deal, anyway, either she teaches others a meal, or someone teaches her a meal, if it doesn't work, it will hurt both sides.

After going back to recuperate for a few days, he recovered from his injury and was a hero again.

But facing Ling Yunting, she felt that she was a troublemaker...

"I'm fine." Mu Zhiqing smiled and waved her hand, then turned around again, "Nothing at all."

Noting that the woman's expression did not have any reluctance, as always as smart and cunning, Ling Yunting was also relieved a bit.

He knew that she was not that fragile, and it was common for her to be injured, but he couldn't help but feel distressed.

However, Zhiqing is indeed much tougher than Gu Zening.

Seeing Ling Yunting not speaking, Mu Zhiqing was a little worried.

Think about it, as someone’s fiancée, I’m either looking for trouble or being troubled all day long. Ling Yun is a magnificent emperor, and has everything to deal with. I don’t know how many things I have to deal with, and I have to worry about her little things like sesame green beans, even She feels sorry...