Chapter 187: Acne

Chu Yueqing had been holding back in King Hao's mansion for a long time, and was overjoyed when he suddenly heard that Mrs. Ou was coming. But after the joy, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Quick, show me the post." Chu Yueqing said to Mozhi anxiously.

Xiaodong's wedding date is the ninth day of June, and now the wedding date is less than a month. It should be when my aunt's house is busy, how can I come here at this time?

With worries, Chu Yueqing couldn't wait to read the post. But there will be a reason in the post, Chu Yueqing put the post aside in disappointment, "Wait for tomorrow, tomorrow my aunt will come over and find out what is going on." ā€

……

Early the next morning, Chu Yueqing's biological clock rang as usual, and she got up as usual. And her side, as usual, was empty.

Hey, it's probably because I've been really busy lately.

Unexpectedly, she stood up from the bed, and there was a sound of ping-pong outside the house.

What's going on?

Chu Yueqing put on his coat and wanted to go out to take a look.

But before the person walked through the screen, Mo Lian ran in from outside.

"Little Lian'er," Chu Yueqing asked, "Is there anyone fighting outside?" Why is it so noisy? ā€

"Princess, it's okay. It is... Isn't this Mrs. Ou coming? The yard hasn't been vigorously cleaned for a long time, and the little guy in the house is cleaning in the yard. The voice inevitably got a little louder. ā€

After Mo Lian finished speaking, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and wittily left the princess in the house. "Princess, the slave maid will comb your hair in a bun."

Chu Yueqing glanced at Mo Lian suspiciously, and it could be seen that her eyes were shining, not at all like a ghost in her heart. She couldn't help but suspect that she was thinking too much, and sat down at the dressing table with her head down, "Okay, you can comb it, it's simpler." ā€

Wait for Chu Yueqing to comb his hair and change his clothes. The cacophony of the courtyard had died down, followed by the sound of many people's footsteps mingling together.

"No, I'm going to go out and have a look." The more Chu Yueqing thought about it, the more wrong it became. He got up and walked briskly to the door of the house.

"Hey, Princess!" Mo Lian shouted loudly, wanting to stop Chu Yueqing from going out.

But it was too late, Chu Yueqing opened the door and walked out.

However, the courtyard was filled with servants and servants who were in a hurry to sweep. Xiao Xiangzi was urging methodically on the side.

"You guys, are you really just cleaning the courtyard?"

"Yes, Princess." Xiao Xiangzi said with a smile, "The prince knew that Mrs. Ou was coming to the mansion today, and specially told the servants to clean up the Bamboo Heart Courtyard. The previous sound was a little louder. Woke up the princess. The prince reprimanded the minions, and the minions then ordered them to move quietly, but they didn't expect to disturb the princess, and the minions were guilty. ā€

Chu Yueqing didn't believe what Xiao Xiangzi said, and even for this reason, she felt that Mo Lian and Xiao Xiangzi were talking nonsense. How could Xuanyuan Hao deliberately let people clean the Bamboo Heart Courtyard because his aunt came to the palace!?

Besides, the Bamboo Heart Courtyard is cleaned every day, and it is already very tidy on weekdays, so there is no need to clean it again!

But the busy little maids in the yard and the servants who sprinkled water everywhere made Chu Yueqing unable to refute.

"Forget it. The yard is very clean, let them all go down. Chu Yueqing suppressed his breath and said coldly to Xiao Xiangzi.

Then she turned and went back into the house.

Looking at Chu Yueqing's back, Xiao Xiangzi sweated in his palms. It wasn't until Chu Yueqing entered the inner room that he muttered in a low voice, "Oh, it's really a sin, next time our family won't help the prince tell such a big lie!" ā€

Turning around, he shouted at the men who were still working hard and pretending to be cleaning. "Okay, okay, princess is kind. The yard doesn't need to be cleaned, so you all go back. ā€

The servants and the servants dispersed in twos and threes, and after a while. The Bamboo Heart Temple has returned to its usual purity.

In the room, Chu Yueqing kept a cold face and didn't speak, Mo Lian was also a little worried, and it took her a while before she dared to ask cautiously, "Princess, the prince seems to have something." Why don't you have breakfast first? ā€

"No need, let's go for breakfast, Molian, you go and call Xiao Xiangzi."

"Yes, Princess."

Mo Lian thought about finding the woman who came from the palace in the morning, and only hoped that she was gone.

Mo Lian trotted all the way to the library to find Xiao Xiangzi.

Here, Chu Yueqing walked outside and asked the maids who were withdrawing from the meal, "Why didn't you see Moori today?" ā€

"Back to the princess, Sister Moori seems to be in poor health today, resting in the east chamber."

Sick? But how was she okay when you saw her yesterday?

Chu Yueqing hurriedly went to the East Chamber. The door of the room was hidden, and a muffled cry could be heard from within.

She cautiously pushed open the door and walked in, "Moori, what's wrong with you?" ā€

Under the tent near the window lattice, Moori was crying under the quilt. She sobbed, "Princess, you ...... Don't, pass, come. ā€

"What's the matter, wasn't it okay yesterday?"

"The slave is fine, the slave is... It's a little uncomfortable. ā€

"Uncomfortable? I asked the doctor to come and take a look. Chu Yueqing said as she ripped off the quilt on her moss head. Don't cover your head and cry when you're sick, you're a doctor yourself, why can't you take care of yourself so much? ā€

"No, don't. The slave didn't want to take off the quilt from her head. Moori clung to the quilt.

"What's going on? Are you really sick? Or did Young Doctor Kang bully you? ā€

"Princess, the slave maid is sick, and it has nothing to do with Young Doctor Kang."

"I don't believe it, if it's really just sick, why do you cry under the covers?"

"Slave... I—" Moori struggled in her heart, and finally lifted the quilt on her head, but her face was still buried in the hem of her skirt, refusing to raise her head.

She said in a muffled voice, "The slave maid has acne on her face and doesn't dare to see people." ā€

Hearing this, Chu Yueqing joked with a smile, "It's just a few pimples, it's good to cover them with powder, what dare you not see people." ā€

"Princess," Moori said anxiously, "not a few pimples. It's a lot! You'd better go out quickly, the slave doesn't know if this acne is contagious, and it won't be good if you provoke the princess and you have acne on your face. ā€

"Where is acne contagious? You look up and let me see. Chu Yueqing is also a woman, and she understands why Mo Zhi is reluctant to meet people.

There are acne on the face, even if there are only two or three, for a woman who cares about her appearance, it is a major event comparable to her family and country.

Besides, when she saw Moori yesterday, the skin on her face was still as white as jade.

"This, Princess. Slaves and maids don't. Moori remembered the acne on her face when she got up this morning and looked in the mirror, and she couldn't muster up the courage to let the princess see her face.

She covered her face with her hands.

"What's there to be shy about, we're all women, who hasn't had a pimple yet?" Chu Yueqing comforted Mozhi, "If there are really a lot of acne suddenly, let's quickly let the doctor take a look, cover it like this, and the acne will not disappear by itself." (To be continued.) )