Even if he pulled Su Nuo, Su Nuo kept his head buried and didn''t lift it up. With the force on his hand, Su Nuo''s cry gradually became quiet.

    "Is it a headache?"

    The voice of ink flow frost is still fierce, but there will be inadvertent worry and anxiety in the long and narrow eyes.

    "Yes."

    Su Nuo bowed his head and replied with a hum.

    "Let me see."

    Muriushuang said in a low voice.

    But Su Nuo''s head was still buried, but he didn''t lift it up.

    Mo liushuang''s thin lips pursed slightly, and her slender fingers pinched Su Nuo''s chin, forcing her to face herself.

    Her forehead is swollen and red. It looks like a birthday man.

    It looks ridiculous.

    But, in the eyes of muriushuang, there was heartache.

    Did she knead the dough? So delicate.

    "Does it hurt?"

    When muriushuang saw her, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was turning in circles. It was obvious that she had been patient.

    The tone of Mo liushuang has slowed down a little compared with the previous ferocity.

    Su Nuo noticed it and burst into tears in his eyes.

    A pair of water eyes, looking more crystal clear, like water mist, the stars all over the sky shine in it.

    "It hurts."

    As soon as Su Nuo said this, his body softened again, fell into the arms of Mo liushuang and fainted.

    Mo liushuang quickly hugged her, her eyelashes were slightly lowered, and she couldn''t see what look there was in her deep eyes.

    He gently put Su Nuo on the bed, opened the door and shouted outside.

    "Please ask the doctor."

    The clear voice is incomparably bright in the empty night.

    Then came another chaos of war.

    Half a cup of tea, five imperial doctors headed by imperial doctor Wang hurried to come.

    As soon as I came to the door, I saw Mo liushuang standing in front of the door, wearing a thin Chinese coat, long dark hair behind me, and beautiful and charming.

    Rao Shi''s face is startling Yan, several doctors, trembled inexplicably in the face of him.

    The seventh Lord, the emperor is the most Pet The prince of love is ignorant and moody.

    No one but the emperor looked at it.

    Mingming looks beautiful, Mingming is young, but his whole body is full of that violent spirit, which is frightening.

    "Seven kings."

    The imperial doctors led by Wang Taiyi knelt down, and they only dared to look at Mo liushuang''s boots and dare not touch others.

    "You''re here? Where''s Liu Zhen?"

    Mo liushuang twisted his eyebrows, and his tone was not good.

    "The empress has some palpitations tonight. Liu Yuan has been waiting."

    Doctor Wang only felt that when he said this, the air pressure around him seemed to become more depressed. However, it was cold in winter just in autumn.

    Also, today is clearly the wedding day of the seventh Lord.

    It''s a good wedding night. Why should we call them a group of imperial doctors? It''s hard not to be the miss of the Su family. It''s more or less bad.

    Doctor Wang suddenly thought more and more, and his face turned white.

    If someone else, maybe not.

    There''s nothing you can''t do in front of this murderous God.

    Tomorrow, there will be a riot in the court.

    "You go in and show the princess."

    Mo liushuang''s tone was cold, his expression was cold, and there was no smile.

    "Yes!"

    Several imperial doctors, led by imperial doctor Wang, bowed their heads and were just about to go in with a medicine box.

    "Wait.".

    He was shouted by the ink flow frost again.

    --Hee hee, it''s really strange. If you don''t give me chapter comments, I''ll think nonsense. I''m afraid I can''t write well.