Chapter 535 Her Majesty's Conspiracy Against the Prime Minister (9)
"Your Majesty is romantic and beautiful, so he should be the man's favorite."
Ji Wenyuan glanced at the person in his arms.
But her hand tightened, and her nails naturally scratched the part of her leg that shouldn't be touched.
"Ji Aiqing!"
Taking a breath, Xia Ling clenched his arms and looked up.
There were tears in those phoenix eyes.
Ji Wenyuan lowered his eyes, his expression was as usual.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for accidentally hurting the dragon's body... hiss."
This time, Ji Wenyuan snorted.
Regardless of whether he panicked or not, the woman lowered her head and bit his shoulder hard.
This mouthful was harsh and deep, and Ji Wenyuan resisted it, without saying a word.
Originally thought it was Nihuang's revenge on him.
But unexpectedly, she really let go only after seeing blood.
A bloody tooth mark on his shoulder wiped the blood from his lips, the woman glanced at him and came out of his arms.
Although the step by step was a bit awkward, it was out of the hot spring pool after all.
He took a large brocade scarf and wrapped himself up.
Xia Ling turned her head and looked at Ji Wenyuan who also came up from behind her.
From the medicine shelf next to him, he picked a bottle of wound medicine and threw it to him.
"On a whim, I made Ji Aiqing suffer."
He was the one who teased him first, so her bite of him was worth the punishment.
Ji Wenyuan: "I'm terrified."
He took the wound medicine and did not shy away from it. In front of Xia Ling, he opened the medicine bottle, poured the medicine powder, and applied it on the wound.
The medicine in this palace is naturally excellent.
Not long after, the blood stopped flowing, but there was a tingling pain again.
Sweat broke out on Ji Wenyuan's forehead.
Seeing him like this, Xia Ling curled his lips.
"This medicine can stop the bleeding, but it will delay the recovery of the wound. Ji Aiqing, I hope this wound can let you know what is the difference between monarch and minister!"
When she was in his arms just now, she was still charming and full of tears.
But in a blink of an eye, she put on the airs of the queen.
This is really a realistic version of ruthless plucking, just throw it away when you're done using it!
Ji Wenyuan looked at her, lowered his eyes, and saluted.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"
Looking at this gentle appearance, Xia Ling's neck felt a little chilled for some reason.
"Ji Aiqing step back, I'm going to sleep." She said without realizing it.
Ji Wenyuan wore a hair crown made of jade and had a wound on his shoulder. He was really in a bit of a mess.
But after she said so, the man quietly put on the official robe he had when he came, and bid farewell to her.
The robe rubbing against the wound must have been excruciatingly painful, so Ji Wenyuan was so patient that his face turned pale.
Xia Ling looked at it, feeling a little regretful.
What if Ji Wenyuan was so enraged that he conspired against him in advance?
This is very bad.
Seeing that Ji Wenyuan's figure was far away, Xia Ling kicked out the palace men who wanted to serve her, and replaced them with palace maids.
While changing clothes, Xia Ling shouted again.
"Lin Lang!"
The female general came in from outside the palace.
Xia Ling: "Catch up with Prime Minister Ji, and give him some good bandages, wound medicine, and a set of comfortable casual clothes."
"...Yes." Lin Lang looked at Xia Ling.
The beautiful and noble Empress, Her Majesty, looks no different from usual except for a little more charm between her brows and eyes.
but--
Isn't His Majesty spending tonight with Prime Minister Ji?
Could it be that His Majesty was too brave to...injure Prime Minister Ji?
Imagining an evocative scene in her head, Lin Lang was ordered to go, and forcibly caught up with the carriage of the prime minister's mansion outside the palace gate.
Ji Wenyuan got off the carriage, rubbing his wounds, and his face became paler.
Lin Lang pitied: "Prime Minister Ji, you are the pillar of the country, take good care of your health!"