Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Seeing the man's cold eyes and disgusted behavior, Mu Ziling was so choked up that he couldn't speak!

She's not a plague, she just picked herself up, why should she be so dirty, she's so handsome.

Thinking of this, she was about to be rough again, but was suppressed by such a powerful aura. Then he was obsequious again, shook his head, and nodded again, his intuition told him that the man in front of him should not be touched or messed with.

Long Xiaoyu watched this woman's every move with cold eyes, looking a little - silly!

Just now, he was still like an angry lion, but in a blink of an eye, he was like a little sheep at a loss, and most of the disgust disappeared.

A playfulness flashed in his eyes, he slowly approached her, leaned over, his handsome face was expressionless, and looked down at her from above.

Mu Ziling found that the man was slowly approaching her at this time, and a pleasant fragrance of cold plums hit her, she couldn't help but take a breath, it seemed that her heart, liver, spleen and lungs were filled with his smell.

Her heart was pounding, and it was the first time that she was so close to a man. Her fair face was slightly flushed, and she wanted to retreat, but she was tightly wrapped by the sheet and couldn't move.

Mu Ziling shouted anxiously: "What are you doing? Don't...don't come over, I'll call someone if I come over again."

Unexpectedly, the man didn't seem to hear her at all, and only when he was a few centimeters closer to her, he said softly and ambiguously: "Calling someone? Who dares to come in the bridal chamber of the king or the princess?"

When he said this, the scorching breath lingered on Mu Ziling's beautiful little face, making her feel numb like an electric shock, and the roots of her ears burst red instantly.

But what Mu Ziling cares most about is not this, but what he said, my lord? Bridal chamber?

boom! Her head exploded!

Although his hands and feet were bound by the sheets, Mu Ziling rolled to the corner of the bed neatly.

Could it be that he... No way, how could he be so unlucky, she still asked cautiously: "You... Are you Long Xiaoyu?"

"Presumptuous, dare to call the king by my name." Long Xiaoyu suddenly stood up straight and said in a cold voice.

This woman is quite courageous, she can count ten fingers who dare to call him by his first name in this world, yet she blatantly yelled it out.

When Mu Ziling was called out by him, he was speechless for a moment, it was really Long Xiaoyu.

No wonder he just carried himself like a plague. It turns out that the rumors that he has a serious cleanliness are not false. Now, will he ask the Bawang to force his bow?

But looking at his disgusted face just now, and his repulsive look at all, he must be scaring himself.

Just hearing his indifferent voice, Mu Ziling's heart still skipped a beat. She who was always flattered, calm and calm, actually fainted now.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, isn't it just calling your name, do you want to be so domineering.

"Your Highness, the name is chosen to be called by others. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. If I offend Your Highness, I will forgive you." Mu Ziling raised his head suddenly and summoned up his courage to explain.

Looking at the woman in front of her, she was scared for a while, dazed for a while, and confident again for a while, a woman who changed her face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Long Xiaoyu didn't speak, his eyes became deeper and deeper, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he retracted his gaze, turned around and walked out the door, and said coldly: "From now on, without my king's permission, you are not allowed to enter the inner hall."

This... this is leaving?

"Huh—" Mu Ziling heaved a sigh of relief, scaring her to death!

This guy is so powerful!

Temple? Is it the luxurious bedroom inside? If you don’t enter, you can’t enter. At present, you can’t go back. The ice jade bed will be left for now, and you can study it later when you find a chance.

But in the future, I will live with this man for the rest of my life. Although she is very seductive, it makes her feel like riding a roller coaster every time, ups and downs. Fortunately, she has a strong psychological quality, otherwise she would have a heart attack.

What can you lose? If you lose your momentum, then you will not be Mu Ziling if you admit defeat. The soldiers will cover you up. Since you are married to Long Xiaoyu, you are destined to not be able to live a peaceful life.

A companion is like a tiger, although she is also afraid of death, but she can't lose her self-esteem and momentum just because she is afraid of death!

From now on, Prince Qi's Mansion will be her home, and Long Xiaoyu may be her only backer, no matter how cold or far away, she has to get used to it.

Without thinking about it, after a long day of exhaustion, Mu Ziling untied the bed sheet, pulled the quilt over and fell asleep beautifully.

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Early the next morning, Mu Ziling was woken up by Xiao Han anxiously: "Little master, get up quickly, there is a nanny coming from the palace, and she ordered the Queen Mother to come and fetch the red handkerchief."

"What." Mu Ziling knew that the people coming from the palace must be bad people, but he didn't expect to get a red handkerchief.

Mu Ziling suddenly remembered that in the previous life, the ancients would check whether there was redness on the second day of the wedding, to prove the chastity of the woman.

Everyone in the world knows that King Qi has a cleanliness obsession and won't touch women. Isn't the old queen sending someone over to humiliate her now?

If she was knocked down in the first round, then she wouldn't be Mu Ziling.

In a hurry, she picked up the white handkerchief that she kicked to the corner of the bed, took a silver needle from the star system and asked Xiaohan: "Xiaohan, are you afraid of pain?"

Xiaohan shook his head: "Not afraid!"

"Then stretch out your hand," Mu Ziling said again.

Xiaohan stretched out his hand, and Mu Ziling pricked Xiaohan's finger with a silver needle.

"Xiaohan, I'm sorry I'm afraid of needles." Mu Ziling glanced at her apologetically, then quickly picked up the white handkerchief that she kicked to the side of the bed, and sucked the blood off Xiaohan's hands.

Mu Ziling is not afraid of heaven and earth, but is afraid of injections. When she was sick in her previous life, she would rather take medicine for a few more days than get an injection.

Xiaohan saw Mu Ziling wiping the blood on her hands with a handkerchief, and immediately understood what Mu Ziling meant.

It turned out that the little master wanted to use this to make a red handkerchief. Fortunately, the little master was smart enough, otherwise he would not know how it would end later.

Xiaohan shook his head mischievously: "Little master, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it's like being bitten by a mosquito."

At this time, a nanny walked in from the door, "The old slave sees the princess"

"Pingshen, what's the matter?" Mu Ziling asked calmly, pretending to be calm.

"Thank you, Concubine Wang, the Empress Dowager ordered this old slave to come and get the red handkerchief." Nanny Li said respectfully.