Puyang Yue used his actions to tell others: There is no need to diagnose, his legs are already healed!
Bai Languo was sitting in the wheelchair, and suddenly felt helpless: Puyang Yue had already stood up, why was he still so useless in the wheelchair
Puyang Yue asked Zhao Yuer: "Do you want me to marry you?"
Zhao Yuer's smile was as bright as a flower: "Did you guess it?"
So Pu Yangyue said again: "I didn't just meet you today."
So Zhao Yuer smiled again: "It's not just today that I started to like you."
Bai Languo was nestled in her wheelchair, stunned for a moment as she watched and listened. She only learned later from others: It turned out that this young lady from the Zhao family had been attracted to Puyang Yue since she was a child, and her temperament was not as bold as that of ordinary harem girls. The two followed Zhao Zuoxiang around the world and were not afraid to confess that they liked the prince when they met, making it known to everyone, but Puyang Yue always turned a deaf ear.
Therefore, in order to please the prince, this young lady from the Zhao family did not follow the example of women from ordinary families, work as a female worker, read poetry and books, but instead studied medicine and martial arts. She was a typical pragmatist. This time the emperor wanted to send someone to investigate the actual condition of Puyang Yue's leg disease. Miss Zhao recommended herself with her superb medical skills. She was deeply loved by the emperor, and the emperor believed that she could give an answer.
It's just that the emperor was unexpected: his son now has strong wings and can use beauty tricks.
Pu Yangyue said: "Okay, I will marry you, but you have to marry a cripple for the time being."
Zhao Yuer smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, I will cure you slowly."
That night Puyang Yue sat back in the wheelchair, as if what happened during the day had never happened at all.
Early the next morning, Zhao Zuoxiang could not resist her daughter's persistence and went to the palace to ask the emperor to marry him. The emperor asked: "Your Yu'er is not afraid of grievance? Because my Yue'er's legs are not very good. It is said that General Mu’s daughter escaped from the Crown Prince’s Palace because of this and did not want to become the Crown Princess!”
Zhao Zuoxiang said: "My daughter thinks she has great medical skills and is confident that she can help the prince cure his leg disease."
"Oh?" The emperor looked suspicious, "She also told me yesterday that the condition of the prince's leg is not good and may not be cured."
"Indeed, that's why she wanted to give it a try and fulfill her responsibilities as a queen. This is also because she has loved the prince since she was a child and hopes to fulfill her infatuation with the prince."
"Okay, then I... will agree to the marriage."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
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"The wedding date is set in one month. According to the rules, Yu'er should not live in the prince's residence and bother the prince before the marriage, but my Yu'er's temper..." Mrs. Zhao Zuoxiang helplessly glared at her unruly young lady. , Zhao Yuer turned a blind eye and continued to drink the tea from the Prince's Mansion while smiling enchantingly at Puyang Yue.
Zhao Yu'er said: "Mother, the emperor said that I should take care of the prince's food, clothing and daily life, so that the prince's leg disease can be cured as soon as possible."
Puyang Yue also said, "Yes, my mother-in-law doesn't have to worry about this. Just let Yu'er live in the house."
Bai Languo said from the side: "I'm tired, I want to go back to my room and sleep."
No one cares about her.
So Bai Languo hummed and pushed the wheelchair away. On the way back, he kept looking down on Puyang Yue. Miss Zhao hadn't even walked in yet, but he had already called her mother as his mother-in-law. What a bitch! How disgusting! What a shame!
Even if he wanted to bribe Zhao Yu'er to hide his leg problem, he wouldn't be so shameless!
Speaking of which, this matter must be blamed on Puyang Yue who likes to pretend to be a lame when he has nothing to do. Bai Languo can't figure out what's the point of pretending to be a lame. How dare he not like to walk and prefer to sit in a wheelchair
Otherwise... An evil thought suddenly popped up in his head, and Bai Languo couldn't help but laugh to himself...
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