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Chapter 451 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 37
When the imperial doctor approached, Mo Lan took a step back to get out of the way.

His brows were tight, and he always felt that he had overlooked the details. He wanted to calm down and think, but he couldn't concentrate because he drank a lot of alcohol.

Eunuch De looked at Mo Lan who was standing there stiffly and shook his head.

Something happened to His Majesty, and it was unreasonable for a general to stand here. He stepped forward and cautiously reminded: "General, this is His Majesty's bedroom. It is not appropriate for you to stay here all the time."

Eunuch De finished speaking tremblingly, but Mo Lan didn't give him any reaction. He raised his head a little puzzled, but saw Mo Lan's eyes were amazingly bright.

"General...General?!"

Eunuch De was startled.

But Mo Lan had already stepped up and walked towards the little emperor.

With such a big movement, the imperial doctors turned their heads in astonishment, but Mo Lan had already grasped the little emperor's hand again. The moment he spread the little emperor's hand, he finally knew what was wrong. The little emperor's hand was too clean up.

As a person who has martial arts and has been on the battlefield, even if there are no calluses on his hands, there will still be scars left by dancing with swords.But the hands of the little emperor on the couch were white and clean, he didn't look like a person who had been on the battlefield at all.

Mo Lan suddenly had an absurd thought.

Maybe... the person on the couch is not his majesty at all...

Maybe...they really just look alike...

Mo Lan suddenly remembered the previous scene.

In the imperial study room, the little emperor walked towards him while peeling off his dragon robe. What did the little emperor say at that time?
"To be honest, I am actually a woman, the first princess Chu Qingyuan!"

In the past, he only thought it was the little emperor's nonsense joke, but now thinking about it, it became his last hope.

Mo Lan let go of the man on the couch, and suddenly groped towards his back. If this man was really his majesty, then there should be a scar on his back, and the wound was the medicine he applied himself at that time. He remembered the location of the wound very clearly.

But now, it's smooth and there are no scars.

Everyone was shocked by Mo Lan's series of crazy actions, and Eunuch De immediately screamed: "General Mo! What are you doing!"

As soon as he finished his words, Mo Lan suddenly laughed, and the usually stern face suddenly smiled, and everyone couldn't help but take a step back.

Something happened to His Majesty, and now even General Mo is crazy?
Mo Lan withdrew her hand and stood up: "Your Majesty is not dead."

The one on the couch is not his Majesty at all.

He is confused.

How can someone who can come and go freely on the battlefield be easily injured.

It was he who drank too much.

That's why he didn't even see such an obvious flaw.

He stood up straight and walked out of the hall without hesitation.

It turned out that his Majesty was a woman.

"Chu Qingluan."

Mo Lan spit out the name in a hoarse voice with tenderness.

Calling this name, the scenes of the past seemed to unfold in front of my eyes.

On the battlefield, she was in high spirits, and rode her horse to defeat the enemy with her.

In the court, she handled political affairs in an orderly manner, and faced civil and military officials without any confusion.

Such a brave and resourceful person is actually a woman.

The corners of Mo Lan's lips raised slightly.

At this moment, several generals rushed over, and their expressions were also worried: "General, where is Your Majesty? Has something really happened to Your Majesty?!"

Mo Lan swept across their faces one by one, the pain on his face had faded, and his voice was firm: "No, our Majesty is fine."

The generals looked at the chaotic palace behind him: "But..."

Just now they clearly saw the imperial doctor coming in a hurry, if it was all right, how could there be such chaos in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

At this moment, Mo Lan reached out and patted the lieutenant general on the shoulder: "That's not our majesty."

(End of this chapter)