Chapter 6472

She suddenly turned around, with only a bellyband left on her body. Meng Huo took a look and felt his blood surge instantly.

He quickly turned his eyes to the side, Ping An came to him and pulled him, "Sit down first, I'm really fine."

Meng Huo felt that his head was about to explode. He didn't dare to look at her, but he wanted to look. Just when he was struggling, Ping An had already pressed him to sit down, and his hands were still on his shoulders, so his eyes fell on her chest.

Although everything that should be covered was covered, it was still vaguely exposed, making him feel dry and thirsty, and the more he felt like this, the more he felt his whole body began to heat up.

"Hey, why is your face red, do you have a fever?" Ping An didn't know what he was thinking, and reached out to touch his forehead.

"No... no fever, you put on your clothes first, it's cold, don't get sick." Meng Huo quickly raised his hand to help her pull up her clothes.

"It's OK. It's not cold in the room. I'll crawl on the bed. I'm a little tired. I'll wear this. This way the wound will heal faster." Ping An took off his coat and put it aside. He walked to the bed and lay on it.

"Do you want to ask the imperial doctor to take a look? Will this medicine work? Will it leave scars?" Meng Huo took a deep breath and walked over. He looked at her back. He accidentally saw the place he shouldn't have seen. Lying like this seemed to make people more excited.

"I don't know. The emperor's uncle didn't say anything. I just cleaned it and applied hemostatic medicine at the time." Ping An explained. Her back still hurts now, but when she thinks of Zhou Ling's injury, she doesn't feel so uncomfortable.

If Zhou Ling hurt herself, she would be fine, but she would probably feel bad.

"Which doctor gave you the medicine? Didn't he tell me what it was?"

"No doctor, the uncle gave me the medicine, and I asked Li Ma to give it to me."

"Is that so? I'll ask the imperial physician to bring a better medicine, preferably one that won't leave scars." Meng Huo looked at her back. Apart from that scar, there was no flaw at all. It would be a pity if a scar was left.

Ping An nodded without objection. She hoped that her back would get better soon, otherwise she would suffer when she slept.

As the two were talking, Shui'er ran in and said, "Your Highness, there's a message from the palace asking you to go to the palace immediately. It's said that Prince Chun and the envoys of Yi State have gone to the palace... to cause trouble for Prince Yi."

Meng Huo frowned and was about to go to the palace immediately. Ping An sat up suddenly when he heard these words, his eyes widened with anger, "What? They still have the nerve to go to Prince Yi to make trouble? How shameless! I'll go with you!"

"You are injured, rest at home, I'll take care of this matter." Meng Huo quickly held her down.

"No, the uncle beat Zhou Ling because of me. If you make trouble for him, you're making trouble for me! I must go today!" Ping An said and asked Shui'er to bring clothes.

Shui'er was choosing, Ping An ordered, "Bring a white one."

Meng Huo wanted to stop her, but she refused to listen and insisted on entering the palace. After putting on her clothes, Ping An put on makeup again, rubbed her face and mouth pale, and she was very thin, so she looked like a person who had lost too much blood.

Ping An messed up her hair again, which made her look more like an injured patient.

Meng Huo, "..."

When they arrived outside the palace gate, Ping An mysteriously stuffed something into his mouth. Meng Huo asked, "What is this?"