The Flower Guarding Bell Chapter 4: Provocation and humiliation

"I heard your voice from far away, and you are so noisy as a little palace maid, aren't you afraid of attracting others?"

It was a complaint, more like a joke, and a young man in a green shirt came over.

Lingsu stuck out her tongue and urged him in a low voice, "Hurry up and show my mother-in-law."

The man looked at the unresponsive woman on the bed, took out a piece of silk handkerchief and put it on her hand, and then a pair of clean and slender hands gently put it on.

In my ear, I seemed to hear a sigh again.

This sigh made Qingxue feel familiar, and when she turned to look at him, she found that it was a strange man with handsome features.

Suddenly, she was in a cold palace, and she was afraid that she would not be able to hire an imperial doctor.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and took the silk handkerchief, and shook his head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head all the time?" Ling Su was anxious.

He had an indifferent look on his face, "Shaking his head means she is sick, and I can't cure it."

Lingsu panicked, "I just said that you are a half-ass doctor who is unreliable, what should I do? Or, should I ask an imperial doctor to come over?"

"It won't help even if you move the entire Imperial Hospital here." He said faintly, looking at Xiao Qingxue, "You still need a doctor for a heart disease, madam, don't you think?"

Lingsu followed his line of sight and knelt down in front of the bed.

"Niang Niang, even if you don't think about yourself, think about your relatives, think about them, they still need you."

After all, this sentence touched Xiao Qingxue, she was right, she couldn't give up herself, she couldn't die.

She finally had the desire to live in her eyes, struggling to stand up, looking at the man earnestly, "Please sir, save me."

"Just call me Qilixi." The man saw her transformation in his eyes, and curled his lips slightly, "I will write a few recipes later, the goddess just needs to take it, it's just—"

"Just what?"

Qingxue looked at him, only to find that he was staring at the right side of her face, she was stunned, and she stroked her hand across the air, "Did you mean my face, sir? But it doesn't matter."

Qilixi first froze her face, then joked: "To be honest, the niangniang is really **** her, and the wound may leave scars."

She had expected this outcome, so there was no surprise on her face, and she also smiled back, very shallow.

"It's okay, sir, just prescribe medicine to keep me alive."

A remote and cold palace, a half-hearted doctor who appeared out of nowhere, and a bluffing maid, took care of Xiao Qingxue just like that.

Under Lingsu's careful care, Xiao Qingxue's body was slowly improving, but after the wound on her face had scabbed over, there was always a long scar.

Qingxue herself didn't care much, but this girl Lingsu often wiped her tears when she saw it.

Qingxue sees all this in her eyes, but she can't show anything. Looking at her, I can often think of my previous girl Liu Cui, but unfortunately, that good girl died early because of her.

Those who stayed by her side had no good results.

So for Su Ling, Qingxue has always maintained a certain degree of alienation. Such alienation is for anyone, including the Qi Lixi who saved her life.

Qilixi would occasionally come to see her, but only later did he realize that he was not a doctor at all. His medical skills only depended on the level of reading a few medical books, and she was his first patient.

Whenever she sees Su Ling and Qilixi fighting over their medical skills, Xiao Qingxue always watches quietly, but her thoughts always drift away inadvertently.

Once upon a time, she also had such a good relationship with a person, such a beautiful time.

And now, living alone in this cold palace is the only ending she can foresee for herself.

She thought that the days would be so peaceful and dull, until a queen's decree arrived here.

It turned out that during the days when she was in the cold palace, Li Changqing took command of the expedition and conquered the scattered tribes of Dongyi, adding a large piece of land to the east of the original Dajing country.

At the emperor's edict, the whole world celebrated, and there was a big banquet in the palace.

The queen has an order that all concubines and concubines have to attend the banquet to show their favor.

Xiao Qingxue looked at the gorgeous costume brought by the palace maid, in the style of the Hu people.

Because she was in a cold palace and no one cared about her, Xiao Qingxue always wore her old Hanfu clothes. Is there no way to escape this time?

"Niangniang." Lingsu said worriedly from the side: "Otherwise, the slave will say that you are not feeling well, and we will not attend?"

Qingxue shook her head, stroking the exotic costumes with her hands, and said, "Put it on for me."

Her expression did not resist. From the moment she knelt down and begged them, she knew that she had no choice.

Submission is the only way to save the people she cares about.

Even at the cost of dignity.

At the banquet, she attended the party in full costume, with a delicate face and a half-veiled veil. As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of the audience.

The moment she met Na Yunzhe's eyes, she saw the smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was relieved.

I'm afraid, there is no good feast at the banquet.

The wine table is staggered, and she handles it carefully.

Xiao Qingxue had decided that Na Yunzhe would not let her go easily, but when Na Yunzhe asked him to perform a dance in the hall, she was surprised when she was seated.

Sure enough, as the queen's words fell, everyone's attention stopped on Qingxue.

The person in the highest seat remained unresponsive, as it was that day.

Everything about her has nothing to do with him anymore.

That's fine.

Xiao Qingxue lowered her eyes, and the half-covered veil blocked her expression at this time.

Get up to attend, and in the amazement of everyone, they danced a whirlwind dance.

She went to the Western Regions to learn this dance, and he escorted her all the way. This is their love dance, she once danced for him alone, but now, she regards herself as a dancer.

She is graceful and graceful, her lips are sneering under the veil, and she closes her eyes, as if she could still see the scene where he played and accompanies her under the starry night and moon.

Li Changqing, in this situation, did you ever imagine it?

Xiao Qingxue was good at dancing since she was a child, and her dancing skills naturally amazed everyone.

Different from the infatuated look of everyone, Li Changqing just looked at the woman below indifferently, but a scene from many years ago flashed into his mind unexpectedly——

That night, he played a song with leaves, and she danced gracefully by the moonlight.

He still remembers that when the wind came, she raised her blue silk and skirt, like the charm of the night, and she was so beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal person.

After the dance, a smile bloomed on her lips, facing the moonlight and walking towards him.

The scene in front of him overlapped with what he remembered. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the moment he drank with the queen, he concealed the obscurity in the bottom of his eyes.

How could he not know that this dance, she clearly did it on purpose.