The cannon fodder princess wants to do something again

1791 Chapter 1 Guilty ([-])

Han Shushu was a little hesitant. After the Meiyuan incident, she resisted from the bottom of her heart against the perverted rogue Qin Zhuiyue, the man who insulted her with his eyes and words.

"Long live God still vomited blood this morning, can the girl do me a favor and go see the emperor?" Cailian said, kneeling down in front of Han Shushu.

Han Shushu took a step back and said softly, "Changting, you come with me to Zhenggan Palace, otherwise I won't go."

She had to avoid suspicion, and not let Qin Zhuiyue take another chance to insult her.

"Okay, I'll be with you." Qin Changting felt refreshed as he looked at Cailian quietly.

Seeing that Cailian's face was not gloomy, she knew that this was another excuse for her good brother to get close to Han Shushu.

Han Shushu and Qin Changting went to Qin Zhuiyue's dormitory, only to see Qin Zhuiyue lying on the couch pale and ill.

The moment he saw Han Shushu, his dull eyes lit up: "Shu'er, I'm not feeling well, come and help me feel my pulse."

He glanced at Qin Changting, and said again: "Cailian, take the eldest princess to the front hall."

"Qin Zhuiyue, you ask Changting to stay, or you can ask other imperial doctors to see you." Han Shushu stretched out his hand to grab Qin Changting's wrist, and looked at Qin Chayue coldly.

The meaning she wanted to convey was obvious. When Qin Changting left, she would leave too. She would not be in the same room with Qin Zhuiyue again, causing unnecessary troubles.

Seeing Han Shushu's serious expression, Qin Zhuiyue smiled, "Okay, okay, little ancestor, I'll do whatever you want."

His doting tone made Han Shushu tighten his lips, and Qin Changting's expression was a little weird.

It's really embarrassing for her to be standing here.

Next, Han Shushu felt Qin Zhuiyue's pulse, but Qin Zhuiyue suddenly backhanded, grabbed her wrist, and looked at her with a curious face: "Shu'er's little hands are so white and slippery. The soft tofu is just as delicious.”

"Qin Zhuiyue, can you stop being so naive?!" Han Shushu withdrew his hand forcefully, glaring at Qin Zhuiyue.

Damn Qin Zhuiyue, she will not be happy if she is not frivolous for a day, right?
"I just love you so much, I can't help it, don't be annoyed. Come on, continue to see me, I just need to be good." Qin Zhuiyue said, and stretched out his hand to Han Shushu.

Qin Zhuiyue looked like a dog, but in fact he was full of bad taste.

This is the unanimous opinion of Qin Changting and Han Shushu.

Han Shushu took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and then continued to help Qin Zhuyue take pulse as if nothing had happened.

Qin Zhuiyue's pulse condition was indeed not good, and there was indeed something wrong with his body. After that, she felt heavy, and concentrated on helping him with acupuncture treatment, and told him: "Don't use your internal strength if you have nothing to do."

"Okay." Qin Zhuiyue deserved to be flattering, but his fiery gaze was fixed on Han Shushu's red lips.

Han Shushu resisted the urge to slap him, quickly finished what he should do, wrote a prescription, and wanted to leave.

"Shu'er, give me a few more needles, I don't feel well." Qin Zhuiyue grabbed Han Shushu's sleeve.

Han Shushu looked back at Qin Zhuiyue helplessly: "Do you think it's sweet to get the needle? I just finished the needle, so there's no need to do it again!"

"I think you are comfortable with the needles, so give me a few more injections, this is the imperial decree!" Qin Zhuiyue insisted.

"There's something wrong!" Han Shushu waved Qin Zhuiyue's hand away, and asked with a half smile, "Are you sure you want me to give you a few more needles?"

Qin Zhuiyue looked at Han Shushu's pretty face with a sweet smile, and felt itchy in his heart, feeling that death at her hands was worth it.

(End of this chapter)