In the dilapidated bathtub, a beautiful face gradually sank to the bottom of the water and lost its breath.
A moment later, the water suddenly rippled. After a struggle, a pair of white hands grasped the edge of the tub and slowly climbed up. Chu Yingluo looked at the antique room in front of her, and her brain suddenly shut down for a while.
She had been busy in the laboratory all day, and just now she blew up the laboratory and fell unconscious on the spot...
When she woke up again, she was in this weird place!
Darling, did she follow the fashion and travel through time?
The next second, a memory that did not belong to her flooded into her mind.
Chu Yingluo was the adopted daughter of Chu Heyuan, the great general of the dynasty. Chu Heyuan was a loyal and honest person. After picking her up and bringing her home ten years ago, he treated her as his own daughter. Even though he later had a wife and daughter, he still did not favor one over the other.
But half a year ago, Chu Heyuan led his troops on an expedition and has not returned yet. The emperor issued an imperial edict, ordering the daughter of the Chu family to marry into the Fourth Prince's Mansion.
It was originally a good thing to marry into the prince's palace, but unfortunately, the fourth prince broke his pipa bone three years ago and was paralyzed in bed. It was said that he was not going to die soon. He urgently needed a princess to celebrate his death. If the prince died, he would be buried with her!
The emperor's order cannot be violated. If he disobeys the emperor's order, he will be beheaded. Naturally, the stepmother is reluctant to let her own daughter get married, so she faints the original owner and forcibly sends her to the palace.
On the wedding day, no one came to the wedding. Only a stray dog ran in and found that the palace was so poor that he had no bones. After barking a few times, he turned around and pooped in a poop and walked away.
On the wedding day, only one dog came to send gifts...
Still pooped...
How ironic!
The original owner would rather die than suffer humiliation and died in the bathtub.
It was at this time that Chu Yingluo, who was born in Sichuan and Sichuan in the 21st century, passed through the dead Chu Yingluo of Canglan Kingdom.
Before she could think about it, the maid's voice sounded outside the door: "Princess, the time has come, it's time for the bridal chamber."
After saying this, the maid came in to change her clothes.
Chu Yingluo looked at her strangely: "Didn't you say that the prince is a paralytic? He can still have a bridal chamber?"
The maid lowered her head in embarrassment: "I don't know about this..."
Chu Yingluo's eyes were complicated. If this good-for-nothing prince died, she would probably be his only burial object...
Now we can only hope that this good-for-nothing prince can be saved. In her last life, she was born in a medical family, and with her medical skills, she might be able to cure the paralyzed prince, so that no one would have to die.
After leaving the door, the palace was overgrown with weeds.
Chu Yingluo felt a sense of desolation, frowned and asked, "Are you the only servant in the palace?"
The maid Chunhe sighed: "There is no money in the house anymore. All the money was taken away by the former housekeeper, and the Ministry of Household Affairs did not pay any money. Uncle Wang was still in the house before, but he was old. He retired and returned home yesterday. I have no father or mother, so I stayed here."
Chu Yingluo saw a puddle of dog poop in the grass at a glance: "Take that gift away."
"Okay princess."
There are two entrances and two exits in the courtyard, and you can reach the prince's door in a few steps.
Pushing open the door, a dim kerosene lamp was burning in the room, and a person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly, but there was a cold aura coming towards him.
When Chu Yingluo came closer, she saw that the man's eyes were closed under his messy hair, his face was covered with a dense beard, like a messy clump of trampled thatch, and his lips were pale and bloodless.
If I hadn't heard his weak breathing, I would have thought he was just based on his appearance.
That's it?
Return to the bridal chamber?
She was really afraid that he would die on the spot after the wedding!
Chu Yingluo walked to the bedside, wanting to check him out, and put her hand on his wrist, but before she could make contact...
The man who was lying on the corpse suddenly opened his eyes. Mo Beizhi's dry and chapped lips slightly opened and he shouted at her: "Who are you? Get out..."
Yo?
Chu Yingluo's eyes suddenly lit up and she was completely surprised when she heard his angry voice.
Okay, with such a loud voice, he will definitely not be dead for a while.
Instead of being cowed, Chu Yingluo boldly stretched out her hand, groped his wrist and felt his pulse.
Chu Yingluo squinted her eyes and fell into deep thought. After checking his pulse, her fingers came to his body and began to examine his bones.
The soft touch roams freely...
Mo Beizhi couldn't move, and his arms could not bear the bulging veins. He struggled to make a sound from his throat: "Don't touch me!"
The voice was low, cold, but not intimidating. It was more like the suppressed roar of a weak patient.
He frowned coldly, and his dark and deep eyes were filled with turbulent emotions.
"Shh, don't talk. My name is Chu Yingluo, and I am your princess. Let me take care of your body..." Chu Yingluo put her fingers in her lips, coaxing her child, and cut off his words leisurely. .
This prince's temper is a little bad, indicating that he is angry and depressed.
After touching the top, Chu Yingluo's fingers moved downwards.
"stop!"
Mo Beizhi growled, gritted his teeth, and stared at the hand on his waistband, with a pink circle around the edge of his ear.
Chu Yingluo frowned in displeasure, and raised her lips to warn: "Don't yell at me, you are so cruel. If you are sick, you must treat it. Otherwise, you will die. I will have to bury you with you! What are the medical taboos for sick people?" You are not only sick physically, but also mentally. I am very gentle, please cooperate and lift your buttocks!"
After saying that, Chu Yingluo lifted his buttocks with one hand and touched his legs with the other.
Press hard!
Hiss, Chu Yingluo's hands were sore, and the doggy man lying on the bed was completely unconscious.
Mo Beizhi's face was so red that he gritted his teeth and stared at her brutal movements: "..." Is this gentleness?
At this time, Chu Yingluo, the burial object, opened her eyes slightly: "It's over..."
She just came back to life, is she going to die again?
