The favored concubine strikes: the arrogant wife of the black-bellied prince

Chapter 247
　"Ah, my face..." Wang Shuimo couldn't bear the stimulation and fainted.

　Dong Lizhu held Wang Shuimo in his arms the moment Wang Shuimo fell to the ground, and shot Mo Chen a cold look with his hawk eyes, before shouting, "Call the doctor soon."

　Although the maid waiting outside didn't know what happened, but when she heard the business of throwing the table and screaming, she didn't dare to think too much, and immediately sent someone to invite the imperial doctor.

　"His Royal Highness, the face of the Crown Princess is fine, but...", the old imperial doctor hesitated whether to say or not.

　"Just what?" Dong Lizhu asked impatiently.

　"It's just." The old imperial doctor still didn't know what to say, this was simply too cruel for a woman.

　"Doctor, what's wrong with my face, tell me." Wang Shuimo didn't know when she woke up, so she immediately asked about her face.

　"The injury on the face of the Crown Princess is not serious," the old imperial doctor said hastily.

　"Then, what are you just? Tell me, what's wrong with my face?" Wang Shuimo struggled to get up from the bed, and was about to get out of bed to grab the old imperial doctor and question him.

　Seeing this, Dongli signed and immediately stepped forward to suppress Wang Shuimo, stared coldly at the old imperial doctor, and then said coldly, "The princess wants you to say it, and you want to do it, as an imperial doctor?".

　"It's just that there will be a scar on the princess's face," the old imperial doctor said with a sudden heart under the cannibalistic gaze of the prince.

　"What, scar, scars will be left on my face, heh, heh," Wang Shuimo laughed sadly.

　"You go down first," Dongli Zhu said to the old imperial doctor kneeling on the ground shivering.

　The old imperial doctor wished that Dong Lizhu would say this earlier, so he immediately got up and left, and quickly left the room without even tidying up the medicine box.

　"Zhi, is my face really ruined? Sign, tell me, it's fake, it's fake" Wang Shuimo said helplessly lying in Dongli Zhuan's arms.

　"Don't worry, I will definitely heal your face, don't worry." Dong Lizhu let go of the air-conditioning on his body, and said gently.

　Seeing Wang Shuimo crying in his arms, Dong Lizhi felt very irritable. For some reason, the image of Bing Linger playing the piano at the wedding banquet appeared in his mind.

　"The lottery, I want revenge, please help me, okay?" Wang Shuimo almost used the lottery lottery as a life-saving straw.

　"Shui Mo'er, don't worry, I will avenge you, you rest first, I will deal with some things." Dong Lizhu pulled Wang Shui Mo from his arms as he said, he really didn't want to stay here Hearing her cry.

　"No, sign, can you stay with me here? Don't go." Wang Shuimo held on to Dongli's clothes.

　"You are the princess, you can't be so willful," Dongli said displeased.

　"But, sign, me." Wang Shuimo raised his tearful eyes and saw Dongli's unhappy and impatient expression.

　Immediately let go of his hand and said, "Then you go to work."

　"Well, I'm coming back to see you after I'm done." After finishing speaking, he left the room without looking back.

　Wang Shuimo was left lying on the bed alone, and said with a sad smile, "Ye Bingling, I will take care of you one day."The eyes are full of malicious light.

　"Shui Mo'er, are you feeling better?" The second wife, Lin Qi, walked in front of the prince, and then came into the room with medicine on her back, followed by Wang Bingqi.

　"Sister, how are you?" Wang Bingqi frowned in disgust when he saw the long scar on Wang Shuimo's face.

(End of this chapter)