Sick Prince Rescue Plan

Qingwu covered her lips with a smile, and said softly, "Everyone is sisters, so naturally they want to support each other. What do you say these things? You are kind to me, I remember."

She gently stroked the slightly slanted hairpin, her eyebrows full of pride.

People, get lost when you are proud, she didn't notice an inconspicuous woman in the corner looking at her bitterly.

"Okay, I jumped into sweat, I'll go back and change my clothes first, and I will practice at night."

She shook out the door step by step in the envy of everyone's eyes.

...

It was night, Qing Wu came out of the room, and went to the Liyuefang alone.

Her residence is not far from Liyuefang, and there is a corridor in the middle. There are steps at the corner of the corridor.

Where there are no lights, be extra careful when you go.

She lifted the skirt, touched the wall and walked down, but her feet slipped suddenly, "Ah—"

A scream cut through the silent night sky, stunned the birds perched on the eaves, and flew away.

The guard patrolling not far away heard the movement and ran over quickly, "Who?"

Qing Wu fell off the top step, and stomped again after spraining her ankle. Now she didn't dare to move at all in pain, and she was sweating straight out.

"Help! I... I have a sprained foot! Quickly pass the doctor!"

The guard rushed over and saw her at a glance, and quickly stepped forward, "Who are you, and why did you come here at night?"

"Don't ask so much! I am Qingwu! My feet! The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven..."

She was anxious, speaking incoherently, she held the guard's hand tightly, "Hurry up!"

Seeing her messy hair bun and her crazy appearance, the guard was shocked, and quickly called her companion to the hospital to find a doctor.

The imperial palace has always been unable to hide secrets, and the news that the main dance on the Great Hall of Sacrifice broke her foot immediately spread throughout the Sixth Courtyard of Sangong.

Everyone was shocked, and the emperor was furious.

Originally, this candidate had been selected for many days, but it was finally difficult to decide on one, and he broke his foot. The ceremony of sacrificing the heavens was looming, where to find a suitable person!

In desperation, the emperor had no choice but to let the right minister pick someone from Beijing.

He has never trusted the leftist, and he will not put power in the hands of the left at this critical moment.

This is a bad example of worry.

There are many folk dancers, but those who can reach the level of ritual and music workshops are simply rare!

How can he find it in a short time!

So in the past few days, he ran to the major brothels if he had nothing to do.

During the day and night, the people rushed from house to house, and the people gradually came up with rumors, saying that the right-hand side didn’t know what was wrong recently, and he went crazy into the brothel. Does he want to spread more incense?

Then someone stood up and said that he met the right image in the brothel, and he came out after a while, and did nothing at all.

It's okay not to say that, when people guessed it is more enjoyable, and they will come out soon after they go in. Isn't that what's wrong?

The people's imagination is rich, and eloquence is leveraged. It didn't take long for this incident to be spread with nose and eyes.

"The above is the recent rumors in Beijing."

Ping Lan muttered blankly.

After hearing this, Jun Yuwan fell into deep thought, "No, even though you are getting older, he doesn't seem to be shrinking yet, it doesn't seem to work..."

Xiao Jinshao coughed, "What are you talking about, don't you know what happened in the palace?"

Jun Yuwan blinked, "What happened?"

She has been flustered recently, feeling that something is wrong, but without a clue, she has been staring at Jiang Cheng and not paying attention to anything else.