Medical Princess is Hard to Please

"Get out of here." Su Chu Mo cold Mou son, see do not look to lie on the ground Forsythia one eye.

"Yes." Forsythia is relieved. She looks back at Li Zhaoyan with worry, closes the door and exits.

"Lord, you are back so early." Li Zhaoyan said hello with an embarrassed smile. She finally realized the embarrassment of being caught talking behind people's backs.

"If I come back a little later, I'm afraid the whole palace will be inquired into." Su Chumo stares at Li Zhaoyan tightly, with the intention of killing in his sight.

No wonder the emperor suddenly asked him to sit in his study. His feeling was to pave the way for Li Zhaoyan to inquire in the mansion.

At the thought of Li Zhaoyan inquiring about Su Yunxiao's identity, the murderous intention in her eyes is stronger.

"I don't want to know you better." Li Zhaoyan immediately flattered the way, step by step to move out.

I am more curious about Su Yunxiao's identity.

Su Chu Mo took Li Zhaoyan's chin and brought him over, "Li Zhaoyan, the king's patience is limited."

"Yes, yes, I know." His chin was pinched so much that Li Zhaoyan, with tears in his eyes, put his hand on his temple, "I swear, there is no next time."

Su Chu Mo squints Mou son, increased the strength on the hand, "do not know the princess inquires about the news of Xiao'er, what is the intention?"

Su Yunxiao's identity has been well hidden, and can never be destroyed by Li Zhaoyan.

"I, I'm just curious." Li Zhaoyan spoke quickly. She had no doubt that she would die under Su Chumo.

The man in front of her was too cruel and unpredictable. She didn't have any pity. She was moved by Su Chumo's help.

The woman's eyes with tears, but stubborn not to let it fall, a clear eye, not like the appearance of lying.

Su Chu Mo cold hum a, took back the hand, "Li Zhaoyan, look in the Xiao'er's share, this king gives you the last chance."

Li Zhaoyan rubbed his chin with one hand and nodded with grinning teeth. It was the most important to keep his own life first.

"But for your memory, copy the four classics and five books in the library twice."

Nodding action a meal, ignore chin still ache, grasp Su Chumo's hand not to let go, "Lord, Minister concubine's hand will be useless."

She slipped in and saw it before. The words on it were even more difficult to understand. It would be better for her to copy it twice.

"Let go." Su Chu Mo is a Leng first, see Li Zhaoyan shake his head not to put, look indifferent spit out two words, "three times."

Li Zhaoyan grabs more tightly. He looks at Su Chumo pitifully, trying to arouse Su Chumo's feeling of pity and pity. "Lord..."

"Four times."

Su Chu Mo facial expression of the mouth, long and powerful fingers put on Li Zhaoyan's arm, "the king did not know that the princess would have such a strong love for transcription."

Love your sister!

"Twice!" Li Zhaoyan took back his hand and bowed his brow to the blessing of his body. However, the tone of his voice made him feel like gnashing his teeth. "I'll send you to the king."

Su Chumo's lips slightly hook, this woman seems to be more and more interesting.

That night, the lights were bright in the Sutra Pavilion, and Li Zhaoyan was staring at the contents of the book, and felt dizzy and headache.

With his hand holding the pen down, a group of black ink stains fell on the rice paper, and Li Zhaoyan was immediately sleepless.

Want to cry without tears of rice paper knead into a ball on the ground, "Su Chumo, I don't finish with you!"

Su Yunxiao, who was temporarily caught by Li Zhaoyan to help, quickly covers his ears and shakes his head helplessly. This is the first time that Li Zhaoyan has called out.

"Mother, you still have three books to copy." Su Yunxiao paved the Xuan paper for Li Zhaoyan, reminding him kindly.

Li Zhaoyan grabs his hair impatiently. He points his brush on his face without knowing it. He reaches out and takes Su Yunxiao's rice paper. He takes a close look at it. He can't help but shout, lying on the ground without any image.

Compared with Su Yunxiao's words, her characters are simply ghost symbols, which is called a miserable sight. How can she have the face to mix in front of xiaotuanzi?

Su Yunxiao moved to Li Zhaoyan's side, patted Li Zhaoyan's face, frowned, and finally thought of a word to comfort Li Zhaoyan, "Mom, Dad's words are good enough."

Li Zhaoyan covers her face. She really doesn't want to have any connection with Su Chumo's cold paralyzed face!

"Lord, the princess has called the little prince to help him copy the book." Ah Qi said cautiously, but he couldn't help admiring Li Zhaoyan's courage.

This is the first time that someone dares to confront Wang Ye so blatantly. In addition, he also takes the little prince with him

The flame of the candle went out for a while, Su Chu Mo's hand holding the pen was stiff, the black ink fainted and dyed, "Oh, thanks to her to come out."

"Lord, do you want to go down and bring him back?" Feeling the sudden increase of air pressure above, ah Qi scalp numb."No Su Chumo stretched out his hand to remove the contaminated rice paper, quickly re wrote the content, and handed it to ah Qi, "I'll go and see for myself."

Silently praying for Li Zhaoyan for three seconds, ah Qi continued, "Lord, this news..."

"Send it out." Su Chumo's feet stopped, half of his face was hidden in the dark, "he can't wait, there must be a message to make him relieved."

Ah Qi lowered his head, "I understand."

"By the way, I'll find out who Li Zhaoyan is." With the fall of the language, Su Chumo's body has already floated out to Xu Yuan.

Li Zhaoyan is totally different from the rumor, so he has to be cautious.

When Su Chumo arrived at the Sutra Pavilion, there was no sound inside. After waving back the servants who were guarding the door, Su Chumo quietly flashed in.

Inside, Li Zhaoyan propped up his head with one hand, and lit it like a chicken pecking rice. The other hand gently put his hand on Su Yunxiao's body. They both slept soundly.

Unconsciously, he slowed down his breath, walked lightly, looked at the messy paper ball on the ground, and frowned tightly. His Sutra Pavilion had never been so messy.

Carefully took out the pressed rice paper from Li Zhaoyan's arm, and frowned even more fiercely. The word

Perhaps can not be called the word, crooked, not a word can look good.

be quite different from as like as two peas. Li Zhaoyan's face fell on his face, and all of his original little faces were all ink. They were exactly like the wandering kittens outside the house.

Li Zhaoyan, what kind of person are you?

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