I wanted to deal with this matter in a low-key manner, but Bai Sang also made an excuse, saying that he was looking at the flowers in the imperial garden, and he reached out and touched the flowers.

"All out!" Bai Sang scolded.

The palace maids and eunuchs glanced at each other, and Mama wanted to say something.

But this is the first time everyone has seen such an angry Majesty.

I can only leave with my head down.

Soon there were only two people left in the dormitory.

"I've ...... What does my hay fever have to do with you, get rid of this thing! ”

To reach out is to grab.

Wen Zuo didn't expect His Majesty to grab the thorn strip, and he didn't have time to dodge for a while.

"Ahh Bai Sang forgot to look at the thorn on it, and as soon as he grabbed it, his palm was stung.

It's a very painful one.

Originally, I was allergic and uncomfortable.

I feel sorry for the wound on Wen Zuo's back.

Now that he is stung again, Bai San's good temper is gone.

Her tears just fell, "Yes, it's all your fault, I'm so itchy, I've been living all day long, but you even blocked me, do you think you can make up for me by beating yourself?" ”

"Now my hand is stinging, I'm sick to death!"

Bai Sang sat directly on the ground and cried.

He will kneel on the ground, and he himself will sit on the ground.

Aggrieved Bala's face was stained with tears, and he was already very pale because of his illness.

Crying like this, where does Wen Zuo remember that he was wrong.

Hurriedly picked up Bai Sang and carefully put it on the bed.

"Your Majesty, don't cry, I ......" Wen Zuo forgot the difference between the ministers and the king, and stretched out his hand to wipe away Bai Sang's tears.

Bai Sang cried more and more, and his tears flowed more and more.

She sobbed and stretched out her hand to point at his back: "You hurry up and throw it away." ”

"It's because my Majesty is so tormented, if I hadn't taken Your Majesty to see any flowers, Your Majesty would have been fine at all, it's all my fault, I ......"

Before Wen Zuo's words were finished, Bai Sang cried even louder.

provoked the grandmother outside to knock on the door: "What's wrong with Your Majesty?" ”

A posture to come in.

"No one can come in!" Bai Sang roared.

Who would dare not listen to the words of the emperor?

No one dared to knock on the door anymore.

Wen Zuo snorted, "Your Majesty, if you do this, it will be misunderstood." ”

His cheeks were a little red.

It's a bit of a thought.

Bai Sang snorted, "What misunderstanding?" Why don't you get rid of the wattles on your back? Do you still want me to catch it myself? ”

Wen Zuo hurriedly put down the wattle strip on his back.

Mixed with red blood, Bai Sang was distressed again.

"I'll go get the medicine." Bai Sang wanted to get out of bed.

"Your Majesty, don't move, I'll get it."

Wen Zuo had lived in the palace for more than half a year, and he knew better where the things were than Bai Sang.

He stood up and tugged at the wound.

Bai Sang saw that his expression was not good, "You deserve it, who let you beat yourself so hard." Suddenly remembered again: "Anyway, you can't hit your back, who did?" ”

She got smarter.

"I let my dad smoke it, and at home I knew that Your Majesty hated myself because I was suffering, so I asked my dad to whip me hard."

Good.

Bai Sang had already kept Wen Wuhou in his heart.

The next time this old guy begs her to do something, he will definitely not agree!

When the time comes, just throw it back!

Wen Zuo came over with a bottle of healing medicine.

"I'll help you with the medicine." Bai Sang stretched out his hand to grab it.

Wen Zuo was afraid that she would cry again, and now everything depends on her.

Wen Zuo squatted on the edge of the bed and exposed his entire back to Bai Sang.

Bai Sang's tears almost fell again.

Afraid that he would get inflamed, he sprinkled a bottle of healing powder all on Wen Zuo's back.

(End of chapter)