Su Yuetong was aggrieved, "Can't I either?" ”

She's Uncle Huang's cutie!

Why didn't you even tell her?

Mu Xiu smiled bitterly, "Lord Wang, how careful and cautious he has been over the years, he has come to this point, Miss Su is afraid that she doesn't know." ”

Su Yuetong's eyes suddenly became solemn, before she died, she really didn't know, but after her, when her soul wandered, she saw the imperial uncle who was struggling, the imperial uncle who was strong on the surface, but lonely in his heart.

Fang knows how rare and precious the favor he gave her.

But she didn't give up hope, she just began to think, there are so many kinds of cold poisons on the mainland, which one did the imperial uncle fall for?

"Actually, if I don't tell Miss Su, Miss Su may not be able to know about the prince's illness." Mu Xiu smiled gently, but a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Su Yuetong's eyes widened with curiosity, "What else can I do?" ”

Mu Xiu said, "Miss Su can go and check the pulse of the prince herself, if the prince agrees to let you take the pulse, I can also tell you about his past illness." ”

Su Yuetong instantly hung her head in frustration, "Didn't Uncle Huang refuse just now!" ”

"Miss Su is so eccentric, does she have to be like a doctor outside, serious and serious to take the pulse? This pulse is nothing more than feeling the patient's pulse. Mu Xiu raised his eyebrows at her, he remembered that when Su Yuetong took Shang Shishi's pulse, he still took the pulse while arguing with Chu Chengye and others.

It can be seen that Su Yuetong does not need to take the ordinary road to diagnose the disease.

So......

Mu Xiu gave Su Yuetong a bad idea, and he also took it along the way, helping his master do his best.

He always felt that it was not easy for Chu Yihan to wait for Su Yuetong to kiss him after so many years.

The master is too cold, and he should be a subordinate, and he must always seek some welfare for him.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yihan's spacious bedroom squeezed in a dexterous figure.

Su Yuetong slipped to Chu Yihan's bed with her face covered, and saw the hand he was lying flat next to him, revealing a longing look, "Wow! Uncle Huang's hands are so beautiful! ”

Boom......

A beautiful hand, with snow-white skin, slender fingers, and distinct bones, looks loose and powerful.

The key is that this hand can lift a pen, martial arts can swing a sword, and everything is handsome!

Her paws, a little closer, were about to touch this beautiful hand.

Almost.

One more point.

In the end, a loss......

"Su Yuetong, are you looking for death?" Chu Yi's cold voice sounded, and Su Yuetong rolled to the ground, her eyes widened, "Emperor...... Uncle Huang, why did you wake up! ”

I'll go!

In the dead of night, he was obviously breathing smoothly just now, and he woke up after she slipped in for a while?

Chu Yihan looked at her with idiotic eyes, "If the assassins are like you, how many times has this king died?" ”

Su Yuetong pouted, "I'm not an assassin!" ”

Chu Yi glanced at her coldly, "You want to." ”

If she had been an Assassin, she would have died when she had one foot in his room.

Su Yuetong was unconvinced again, "Why can't I think about it." ”

Chu Yihan snorted lightly, "Is there such a stupid assassin as you?" Even if there were, I wouldn't come to this king to die. ”

came to send him to death, and he was so stupid, only Su Yuetong was the only one.

"Uncle Huang, you! Speak well, what do you despise me? Su Yuetong got up with a bone, and didn't even shoot the ashes on her buttocks, so she sat on Chu Yihan's bed.

Chu Yihan glanced at her, "Then what are you doing in the middle of the night in the king's room?" ”

Still say you don't care about him?