When I woke up, I dressed as An Lingrong who had just finished sleeping with me. The emperor's hand was still on my waist. He lazily said: "Let's sing a Jiangnan ditty." The story of the original owner being humiliated as a katana and being laughed at by the harem flashed through my mind. He turned over and covered the emperor's mouth directly: "Your Majesty, I have a throat discomfort today." "But..." I ran my fingertips across his clothes, "I know some other skills." Three months later, I relied on modern medical knowledge to save the Queen Mother from the epidemic. The emperor held up the empty medicine bowl with hot eyes: "An Bing, how many surprises do you have left?" And the queen tore up the 101st veil: "This An Lingrong, why didn't you follow my script?"
