The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

After working for a long time, I finally prepared all the clothes and jewelry that I will wear when I enter the palace to meet the Empress Dowager tomorrow, choosing the most expensive and best for each piece.

"Su Yue will also enter the palace tomorrow, let's see who is better between the two of us." Su Baixi looked at his stunning self in the mirror, and said leisurely and coldly.

In terms of beauty, she thinks she is still unmatched.

Before going to sleep, he applied a layer of skin-beautifying cream that Aunt Ba asked for from his uncle Meng Jiao on his face, and then fell asleep peacefully, only waiting for tomorrow to come.

In the middle of the night, for some reason, Su Baixi's face suddenly felt a little itchy, and she carefully pressed the itchy place with her fingertips.

She has always paid great attention to the maintenance of her skin, never using too much force on her face, let alone using sharp tools like nails to press.

After the itching passed, she turned over and continued to sleep without taking it seriously.

But after a while, another part of her face started to itch again. This time she covered the itching place with a veil, and gently scratched it twice through the silk veil.

However, this time, the itching didn't disappear all at once, instead it got more and more itchy, as if several little ants were crawling.

Enduring the itching, she pressed it with a handkerchief, resolutely not scratching with her nails, because she was afraid of making any marks with her nails.

However, the itching became more and more difficult, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

The itching is no longer just one or two small places. There are more and more itchy places, and the itching is getting worse and worse.

Scratching through the veil has no effect!

That kind of itching penetrated into the bones, like thousands of ants crawling on the face.

She couldn't take it anymore, she really couldn't take it anymore, as soon as the veil fell off her face, she wanted to reach out to grab it.

but!

No!no!Can't catch!It's so itchy, once you scratch it, it will be endless.

She will go to the palace tomorrow to meet the Empress Dowager and listen to the admonition. If she makes a fool of herself, the Empress Dowager will be disappointed, no, no, no.

However, if she didn't scratch, the itchy feeling made her unbearable.

"Ah!" She hugged her face tightly with her hands, rolled on the bed, and cried out in pain, trembling all over, like poisonous hair.

"I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!" She had the feeling that if she didn't scratch her itch, she would die immediately!

Finally, she couldn't control herself, she stretched out her hand and scratched her face, this scratch really couldn't stop, scratching here and there itched, scratching that and this itchy.

Gradually, the itching spread to every cell on the face.

She scratched and scratched at her face, but it seemed that all the ants had penetrated into her flesh, and she had to use her nails to cut all the flesh open, digging out the ants bit by bit and crushing them to death.

The nails were scratched into a sharp weapon, and he scratched his face vigorously, but it was still itchy like he was about to die.

"Oh, oh!"

Finally unable to bear it anymore, she rolled on the bed impatiently, fell from the bed to the ground, and rolled from one end to the other.

itch!

So itchy!

She grabbed it hard, grabbed it!

Grab, grab, grab...

"Miss, what's the matter with you, what's the matter?" Hearing the commotion here, the maid who was on guard outside ran in, quickly lit the candles in the room, and she walked up to Su Baixi holding the lamp.

"Ah! It's so itchy! Hurry up, go find a doctor, go!" Su Baixi suddenly raised his head from his arms, the muscles on his face were twitching violently.