I don't believe I'm wearing a book

Chapter 252 It Will Be His Sooner or Later

If this happens again, the imperial physicians are getting older, and they really don't know if they can stand the wrath of the emperor.

Although Situ Yu was a little displeased with the imperial physician's actions, but because Qiao Yue's condition had improved, he was in a good mood at the moment, so he didn't bother to argue with the imperial physician.

With a wave of his hand, everyone retreated and waited in the outer hall.

And he sat down beside Qiao Yue's bed, looking at Qiao Yue nervously: "Yue Yue, you are finally willing to wake up to see me, do you still feel unwell?"

Qiao Yue finally woke up, but what she saw in front of her eyes was the face she least wanted to see in her life.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and in the next second, she realized the impoliteness of her action, and opened it again in a hurry and shook her head at Situ Yu: "Mingyue thanked the emperor for his concern. But Mingyue is fine now."

When she closed her eyes and opened them, Qiao Yue's reactions were extremely fast. If she was a bit more cautious, she would not have noticed her real emotional changes.

It's a pity that this person is Situ Yu.

Qiao Yue's dislike for him could be seen at a glance, and the ecstasy of learning that she woke up again instantly condensed. Situ Yu experienced a feeling called frustration for the first time, which seemed a little sour.

Thinking that since he became emperor, he has never been able to get what the whole world wants.

Even Qiao Yuxuan was so difficult to get at the beginning, but now she obediently becomes her woman!
Women, in fact, it's all the same.

with no exceptions.

Sooner or later it will be his!
Thinking of this, Situ Yu looked at Qiao Yue with more and more revealing eyes, but his voice was piercingly cold: "You hate my approaching so much?"

Qiao Yue closed her eyes, and replied in a tired tone: "The emperor is really joking, Mingyue dare not."

"Heh!~ It's not that I don't dare." Situ Yu laughed at himself.

You suddenly changed the subject, stretched out his hand to caress Qiao Yue's face, and said in a sinister tone: "I know where Yueyue's biggest knot in rejecting me is, but Yueyue don't worry, this knot will be gone soon. My dear For the Ninth Five-Year Lord, I have never failed to get the things I have seen in my life!"

Qiao Yue was silent, not even in the mood to answer Situ Yu's outrageous words.

What about the emperor?
In life, there are some things that you can't always get.

As a human being, there will always be regrets, unwillingness, and places that cannot be touched no matter how hard you work.

"If you don't talk, don't talk. Yueyue's injury is still not healed, and I don't want to force you." Situ Yu said again.

After saying this, he got up and went out, instead of staying by the bed to look at Qiao Yue.

The sound of footsteps leaving could be heard in Qiao Yue's ears, and she opened her eyes to look at it. She didn't fall asleep until Situ Yu's back disappeared in front of her eyes.

This time the injury was obviously not serious, but it unexpectedly made her feel tired, so she should take a good rest.

I don't know what's going on at the Xiaoyao Palace. She should hurry up and find an excuse to go back to the Xiaoyao Palace when she recovers from her injury.

Anyway, with King Xiaoyao around and the military power in his hands, if she really didn't want to do something, Situ Yu must not be able to do anything to her.

Qiao Yue thought about it, and gradually fell asleep.
Because of the head injury, Qiao Yue fell into a drowsy sleep for several days before she woke up a little bit. The injury on the back of her head had also healed, and she was able to get out of bed freely.

She recovered from her injury quickly, and the joy on Situ Yu's face gradually increased.

When she saw Qiao Yue finally couldn't bear to get out of bed, Situ Yu hurriedly stepped forward to help her, but Qiao Yue took a step back to avoid it, bent over and saluted Situ Yu: "Your Majesty, forgive me!" , this kind of loving minister can't bear it."

(End of this chapter)