Five-year-pregnant concubine: the emperor's favor is too much

Chapter 179 Is it really possible to start over? 3
"Damn Qingcheng, damned person, you saved me, what do you mean by torturing me now?" Hong'er muttered, complained, and kicked the flower pot while sweeping.

"..." Xue Qingcheng asked Yun'er to bring a chair, and lay on it by herself, enjoying the sunshine comfortably, and tasting the freshly brewed Biluochun, life is really so pleasant.

From the corner of his eyes, he kept secretly glancing at her figure who was busy. For some reason, he was so happy that he was so happy that he snickered at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Ah!" Just when Hong'er was attacking like a flowerpot again, she just kicked an extremely hard pot, and then——
"What's the matter?" Xue Qingcheng ran over immediately, and seeing her covering her feet with tears streaming out, she panicked and took off her shoes without thinking about anything.

"How did it become like this?" Seeing that her toes were bleeding, Xue Qingcheng got angry and yelled angrily.

It felt as if he had hurt himself. He was so angry that he didn't know where the anger came from.

"I don't know, I don't know." When Hong'er was yelled at like this, her feet hurt like hell, her nose was sore, and she cried even harder.

That's how women are. The more a man cares, the more he cries.

"I didn't yell at you, I just..." Xue Qingcheng seemed to realize her gaffe, and hurriedly explained.

Hong'er cried and cried and thought of all the pain she had suffered before, and her heart became more and more uncomfortable, and finally she cried so much that she couldn't breathe, her nose burst into tears, and she coughed violently.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, it won't hurt in a while." Xue Qingcheng hugged her, coaxing her like a child, and wiped her tears clumsily with her hands.

This man is exactly the same as his younger brother, they always give him a slap first and then a candy.Thinking of this, the yearning for him deepened.

"Come here!" Xue Qingcheng angrily reprimanded the people who were standing by and watching this scene.

"What's the matter? Your lord." Yun'er hurried over, not knowing what happened.

"Take this flower pot and smash it, I'll be smashed to pieces!" Xue Qingcheng angrily pointed at the flower pot that hurt Hong'er, and poured all her anger on it.

"My lord, this, this one was bestowed by the late emperor. Really..." Yun'er looked at Hong'er in perplexity, this flower pot was given by the late emperor, but it can't be smashed.

"I don't care who gave it to him, and those over there, I smashed them all." Xue Qingcheng really couldn't find anyone to get angry with, because his heart was seized by the wound on her foot.

"It hurts!" Hong'er complained, why is this person so angry at the flower pot, isn't the most important thing now is that her feet are still bleeding?
"Why does it still hurt?" Xue Qingcheng was about to go crazy, she said it hurt.But in the next second he realized that until now he was still holding her bleeding foot and did nothing.

"Tell the imperial doctor!" With a roar, he picked up Hong'er in his arms, and walked straight to Hong'er's bedroom.

"I like those flowers." Lu Hong'er snuggled into his arms and whispered.

"And then?" He finally regained his composure under her voice.

"Without a pot, the flower dies."

"and then?"

"I won't be happy."

"What do you care about me?" Xue Qingcheng suddenly stopped and looked at her fixedly.

This embarrassing situation was stalemate for nearly a minute, and in the end he turned around helplessly and faced Yun'er who was following him——
"One of the flowerpots is rotten, so don't come to see me."

It was just one sentence, but it warmed Hong'er's heart.

Seeing the figure of Yun'er running to spread the message in panic getting farther and farther away, Hong'er smiled, and in her heart, it was really, really sweet.

The person in front of me may, really, be able to start over...

(End of this chapter)