Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

If it were in modern society, a male doctor treating a female patient would not cause much controversy. But in ancient times, Dr. Mo, a foreigner, asking the princess to undress would probably cause controversy.

Yun Er was surprised and said with red eyes: "No! How can a princess...a man like you see her? It will damage the princess's reputation."

Doctor Mo shrugged helplessly: "She has blood clots in her body, probably from a heavy blow to her back. I need to use acupuncture to clear the clots on the princess' back. If the blood clots stay in her heart meridians, she will die in a few days."

Yun'er was so anxious that tears fell from her eyes.

On one hand, there is the princess's innocence, and on the other hand, there is her life. I don't know how to choose.

"Oh, my little beauty, don't cry." Doctor Mo couldn't bear to see Yun'er crying so hard.

He hated seeing girls cry the most in his life.

Doctor Mo looked around the room, quickly locked the door and closed the window tightly, leaving only Shen Wei and Yun'er in the room.

Doctor Mo held his forehead with his hand, pinching his collar with his slender fingers: "There was a bastard who said that I was too soft-hearted, and that soft-hearted people could not accomplish great things. Actually, if you think about it carefully, he was right..."

He is a soft-hearted doctor.

As if he had made up his mind, Doctor Mo pulled the lapels of his shirt to the sides.

The collar was torn open, revealing the white and delicate collarbone. Below the collarbone, Shen Wei saw a layer of white cloth wrapped around the chest, and could clearly see the slightly undulating outline.

Shen Wei was stunned.

Yun'er was also shocked.

Doctor Mo gathered up his clothes and said helplessly, "Can we take off the princess's clothes now?"

Yun'er quickly helped the unconscious princess sit up and took off her clothes. Sure enough, there were dark purple bruises on the princess's back.

Doctor Mo took out the silver needle and concentrated on clearing the blood clots from Zhaoyang.

Shen Wei sat quietly aside, drinking a sip of herbal tea to calm her mind, occasionally glancing at the focused Doctor Mo.

Who could have imagined that the world-famous number one doctor was actually a woman disguised as a man.

Doctor Mo used acupuncture for half an hour before putting the unconscious Zhaoyang back into bed. Yun'er brought the cold medicine and carefully gave it to Zhaoyang.

Yun'er's nose felt sore. After hesitating for a long time, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Doctor Mo...my princess, she...her clothes are disheveled. What kind of misfortune did she cause?"

Zhaoyang disappeared last night and returned early in the morning. When he returned, he was in disarray and covered in wounds. It was hard not to think too much.

Doctor Mo comforted her: "Don't worry, the princess is safe and sound."

Yun'er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Doctor Mo said, "Don't spread what happened today."

Shen Wei and Yun Er nodded at the same time. Disguising as a man was Dr. Mo's secret, and they would never reveal it.

Doctor Mo bowed and said politely, "I'll leave first. The world is far away. We'll meet again if we're lucky."

Doctor Mo gathered his clothes and walked out of the princess's bedroom with heavy steps. It was already daybreak, and after a night of storm, the lotus flowers and leaves in Luoyue Lake were crooked and scattered.

The slightly cold lake breeze blew up the two strands of black hair on Doctor Mo's temples. Doctor Mo looked disappointed and said, "I can't stay in Yanjing any longer... I have to run away quickly."

She had stayed in Yanjing for too long, and it was difficult to conceal her whereabouts. The man might have already sent people to sneak into Yanjing, like a beast lurking in the depths of the jungle, secretly watching.

Doctor Mo left the villa in a low-key manner.

There were few tourists at Luoyue Lake in the early morning. Dr. Mo walked to the dock and threw a tael of silver to the boatman: "Go south along the lake, towards the Nanshan dock."

She had to go along the lake into the river and leave Qing State along the river. She heard that Nanchu had beautiful scenery, so she hid in Nanchu, and that person would definitely not be able to find her.

The boatman took the silver silently.

Doctor Mo was drunk last night and spent a lot of energy treating Zhaoyang this morning. She was already exhausted and sleepy. She yawned, went into the cabin, picked a green lotus leaf to cover her face, fell on the wooden chair and fell asleep.

The boat was swaying and swaying slowly in the lake, and Doctor Mo soon fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to feel the boat stop. Doctor Mo stretched and lifted the tattered curtain of the cabin. His voice was a bit lazy, "Boatman, why did it stop?"

The boat stopped in the middle of the lake.

There were no other ships around, only green mountains and green water, and the water was like a round mirror.

The boatman wearing a conical hat stood at the bow of the boat. The lake breeze blew and the conical hat on his head fell into the lake.

The hat fell off, revealing a gloomy and handsome face, his face was like the snow on the top of the mountain, and his eyes were like the abyss.

Doctor Mo’s mind went blank.

The man was a beast that had been dormant for a long time. His dark eyes locked onto the person in front of him. He said gently, "Xun, you ran too far this time."

Doctor Mo's pretty face froze, and a bone-chilling chill rushed from her heels straight to her neck, making her hair stand on end.

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In the Luoyue Lake Villa, Princess Zhaoyang has a high fever and has been in a coma ever since.

In the afternoon, Yan Yunting came late to apologize to the princess. He missed the appointment last night because he was taking care of the sick Tan Tairou and it rained heavily.

He knew he was in the wrong.

Yan Yunting came to the villa in person with a gift of apology. He knew Zhaoyang's willful temper, and Zhaoyang must be very angry.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as he coaxes him a little, Zhaoyang will still forgive his mistakes quickly like before.

But he was stopped at the door.

The maid Yun'er suppressed her anger and said coldly, "Minister Yan, the princess caught a cold last night and will not see anyone. Please go back."

Yan Yunting was slightly stunned. Did he catch a cold?

I guess this is just another excuse Zhaoyang made when he was angry.

Yan Yunting presented the prepared gift: "Please give this to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Yun'er felt disgusted when she saw Yan Yunting's face. There were countless noble men in Yanjing, but the princess was devoted to Yan Yunting. Facing the princess's feelings, Yan Yunting neither refused nor accepted them. Wasn't he just trying to woo the princess?

Yun Er said coldly: "The princess will not accept the minister's gift, please leave."

After that, Yun'er asked the guards to close the gate of the villa. Yan Yunting stood at the gate of the villa and sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, the princess was still angry with him.

Yan Yunting thought it over again and again and decided to come back tomorrow to apologize.

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Princess Zhaoyang's high fever only subsided at night. She lay in bed, falling into a deep and terrible dream.

In her dream, she was back in the night of thunder and lightning. The whistling cold rain slapped her face, and she ran in the heavy rain in a mess. The wretched and scary man followed her with a smile.

"Fairy, why are you running?"

"God has eyes. He saw that I was alone and sent me a wife."

"Why are you running, bitch? I'll catch you and consummate our marriage right here, haha."

Zhaoyang stumbled as she ran, stepped on a stone, and fell into the muddy water. She could not remember what happened afterwards very clearly, and her only impression was the cold rain pouring on her face, mixed with tears.

When she came to her senses, she was holding the hairpin that Yan Yunting had given her.

The man fell in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, his bulging eyeballs staring at Zhaoyang, blood oozing from his eyes.

"what--"

Zhaoyang woke up from a nightmare.

She thought she was dreaming and screamed in panic until she was held by a pair of warm hands and heard Shen Wei's gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, Your Highness. You are safe now."