Phoenix Fight

"Oh, I heard earlier that the prince’s female guard was pushed off the cliff by the false emperor, and the prince also jumped down along with him. Yu'er thought that this guard must be a great beauty and a confidant of the prince’s confidant. false."

This compliment made Bai Languo stunned. To be honest, in terms of beauty and enchantment, she is a bit inferior to the female imperial doctor. How embarrassed she is to say this? Then he replied with a cold snort: "Yu Yu doctor Zhao is too acclaimed, said by the great beauty, I can't afford it, and a confidant, it's impossible to talk about it."

"You don’t have to be polite to the white girl. Why don't you just call my name Yu'er? The imperial doctor is just an errand that I relied on my father’s power and position. Don’t tell the white girl, Yu’er’s father is the current Zhao Zuoxiang... "

"Big corrupt official?" Bai Languo exclaimed before Zhao Yuer finished speaking.

Zhao Yuer was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't hear clearly: "What did the girl say?"

"Oh, no...nothing." Bai Languo perfunctorily, but her impression of Zhao Yuer was greatly reduced in her heart. She reported her family, but she clearly had the same virtue as that "My dad is Li Gang". Dad is a corrupt official. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, it is estimated that his daughter is not a good thing. Everyone is a lady who does not live at home embroidering and playing the piano. What kind of doctor is showing up?

And...Bai Languo squinted her eyes and looked at her, then lowered her head and let her thoughts tumble in her memories. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration. He remembered that when the second senior took him to Zhao Mansion to rob the rich and help the poor, he lifted the wrong roof to see The house of a big girl who is taking a bath, isn't it just...Isn't it just the Zhao Yu'er, Miss Zhao's who is in front of you!

Bai Languo's expression was a bit embarrassed immediately, half red but not black, and really "good-looking".

"The white girl has an unsightly face, is she sick?" Zhao Yuer asked with concern.

Bai Languo probably had rhinitis attacks today, and hummed from time to time: "Girl Miss Yuer is still an imperial doctor. Didn't you see that I am really sick!" Pointing to her leg, "Ms. Yu'er or not How do I see?"

"Oh, of course I can. I'm going to the East Pavilion to help the prince see a leg problem. Why don't you go with the white girl?" Zhao Yuer walked over to take Chunhua's job and helped Bai Languo push her wheelchair. She was so enthusiastic. Wei Shi made Bai Languo uncomfortable: "Did Miss Yu'er get married?"

Zhao Yuer was startled at this, and asked vigilantly: "Why does the white girl have such a question?"

Bai Languo wanted to tell her you don't be nervous, and I never thought about marrying you, but she said with a haha ​​smile: "Just ask, ha ha, understand."

"Not yet married." Zhao Yuer replied.

"Is there a sweetheart?" Bai Languo asked again, most like digging people's love gossip.

The girl’s answer shocked me: “Yes, I’m far from the horizon and I’m right in front of you. Yu’er is what I like. It’s not the other one, but the prince.”

Bai Languo was startled, and then became a little unhappy. What's wrong? She is too straightforward when she is unhappy, or she actually likes Pu Yangyue when she is unhappy?

Bai Languo didn't say a word to her for the next step, until he arrived at the West Pavilion, Pu Yangyue was practicing swords in the courtyard, hearing the footsteps, standing with his sword, looking at the people.

Bai Languo's wheelchair suddenly stopped, and Zhao Yuer's face was full of shock.

Practicing swords, you have a healthy body, no disability and no hazard, and no one is around. Who should practice it for? Naturally it was Zhao Yu'er sent by the emperor!

The more Pu Yang used his actions to tell others: No need to diagnose, his legs are getting better soon!

Bai Languo was sitting in a wheelchair, and suddenly felt helpless: Pu Yang has already stood up, why is he still so awkward in the wheelchair?