Chapter 119: How many rooms do you have

Chapter 119

Half a time later, Yuwen Hao resentfully looked at this shameless woman sitting on the table.

Her clothes were half exposed, her hands lazily climbed her neck and clavicles...scratching hard.

On her face, clavicles, neck, and even half-exposed chest, there were strips of red marks and bumps of red hives everywhere.

The bowls and chopsticks on the ground were scattered all over the place, and her two maids had been driven out. Xi Mama was clever and hid first to brew medicinal soup.

Even Duo Bao, at the onset of this storm, had already escaped for his life before the first bowl hit the ground.

It was just one cup of osmanthus wine, he swore, really just one cup.

He slowly got up and retreated backwards.

Yuan Qingling picked up the royal staff and slammed it heavily on the table, yelling hoarsely, "You try it?"

Yuwen Hao had an urge to kill her.

What he hated most in his life was being threatened.

Yuan Qingling was so itchy she was nearly driven mad, this was the first time she had drunk wine and got drunk without an allergic reaction, so why did she have an allergic reaction this time?

She was still conscious, but couldn't stand the piercing itchiness, as if it came from the blood, and after rummaging through the medicine box, she couldn't find a single pill that could be used for allergies.

She hated that she couldn't peel all the skin and flesh off her body.

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"My back is so itchy, I can't reach it!" Yuan Qingling banged the table madly with her legs, and her hands kept groping behind her back.

"Where is the imperial physician?" Yuwen Hao roared furiously, but still had to go over and scratch her back.

Her back was hot, burning hot to the touch. As his fingertips brushed over, it was as if he was scraping over a fireball.

This was just bizarre.

Being so hot, how come she wasn't combusting?

The imperial physician rushed in hurriedly. Yuwen Hao pulled up her clothes and growled, "Don't you know to knock first?"

The imperial physician looked back at the only door left, the other one, crooked and slanted on the ground. Knock?

He didn't dare look at the prince's face, with the left three claw marks, right three claw marks, those who didn't know would think it was a cat.

"Hurry up and come take a look at what's going on!" Yuwen Hao's patience was completely worn out. Who had any pity for the scratch marks on his face?

She yawned, also feeling sleepy, so she climbed over him to get to the inner side of the bed to sleep.

With this climb, she woke him up.

Yuwen Hao was sleeping soundly, when he was suddenly woken up, his mind sobered up a bit as he recalled last night's events, and he couldn't help but feel furious. "What are you doing messing around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"I just couldn't fall asleep earlier, and now I'm sleepy." Yuan Qingling yawned again. "Sleeping now."

Seeing her turn to the side, breathing evenly as she fell asleep, Yuwen Hao's vindictive heart arose. She may be sleepy, but he had woken up.

"Yuan Qingling, I suddenly feel a lot of pain in my chest."

Yuan Qingling immediately sat up and looked at him painfully clutching his chest. Looking at how his complexion had suddenly turned pale, she panicked, lowered her head to listen to his heartbeat.

"How could it suddenly become painful?" Yuan Qingling listened for a moment, then lifted her head to take out the stethoscope, placing it on his chest.

The instant her face touched his chest, Yuwen Hao's whole body stiffened, his heart beating uncontrollably.

His heart rate was very fast, pounding, at least 120 beats per minute.

"Does your left arm hurt? Does your back hurt? Other than the pain, any other sensations?" Yuan Qingling asked anxiously.

Seeing her so anxious, Yuwen Hao felt a little guilty. But he couldn't let her know this was just a prank, so he pressed his chest with his hand, subtly applying inner force. "Just pain here. I don't know if it's because you threw a bowl at me while drunk, injuring me here."

Yuan Qingling was startled, lifted his clothes, and indeed saw a bruise on his chest, from the look of the bruise, it must have been hit very hard.

People who were drunk usually had no conscious control over their strength.

She was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry."

Seeing her lowered eyelashes covering her eyes, looking remorseful, Yuwen Hao felt much more comfortable inside. "I'll let it go this time, but please don't practice drinking anymore in the future."

"I won't drink anymore, this alcohol tolerance really isn't something that can be practiced." She was a medical doctor, but after coming to ancient times, her mind had muddled along with it.

"You...can even say something like that wrong? You can't recklessly claim something with 50% certainty, especially in front of the Sixth Prince." Yuwen Hao was exasperated.

He couldn't compliment this woman at all, even just mentally.

"I definitely won't say it." Yuan Qingling said.

Yuwen Hao pulled the blanket to cover both of them. "Sleep."

"You're not going back?" In the dim light, Yuan Qingling's eyes shone brightly.

"Too lazy to run back and forth." Yuwen Hao said.

Yuan Qingling oh-ed, held it in for a while, then couldn't resist asking, "How many concubines do you have?"