The Evil King's Favorite Concubine's Doctor's Wife Is Hard to Find

Rumor has it that she is stupid, cowardly and as timid as a mouse. Rumor has it that he is personable, a womanizer, and incompetent. It turned out that the rumors were not credible. Su Qi'er, a top special guard, a genius doctor, became the hostage of the Su family in an accident, a typical father who does not love his mother, and there is also sister Bai Lianhua, who wants to send her to the West every day. Mo Li, the God of War of the Mo Dynasty, on the battlefield, strategizes and wins thousands of miles away, in the court hall, turning the clouds and rain, guiding the country, and in love, he is willing to be a beauty and overturn the world. Just by accidentally looking at him and provoking him, the monster pinned her down. If he says he loves her, then who are the loquats in the garden for? If he didn't love her, why would he grow old overnight? A battle between heaven and man, it turns out that she is her, the woman worthy of spending all her life for her. Small Theater 1: Master, your Hidden Gold Pavilion has been transferred away by the princess. Oh, turn it around! By the way, give her the account books of the mansion. Master, the princess drove all the maids away. . Gone clean. . By the way, go to the palace and find some eunuchs to serve her, and they should be pretty. Master, the princess went to Qingxiang Pavilion to find Prince Ye. Let her. . What? Who gave her the courage? Someone finally couldn't calm down and disappeared in front of the guards with a dark face like the wind. . . . Small Theater 2: "Madam." Mo Li held Wen Yu in his arms, smelling the fragrance in his hair, and his heart was filled with excitement. "Huh?" Su Qi'er replied unconsciously. Her gentle voice, magnetic voice, and handsome face unconsciously moved her heart. "Have you ever said that you can't be a husband?" Mo Li smiled ambiguously, and brushed his beautiful face with his rough palms. "Cough. Cough." When the woman heard this, she choked and blushed when she recalled the time. "Don't worry, the lady will know right away whether it's okay for her husband..." Mo Li's voice was hoarse, and his iron-like arms turned around. "No hurry, no rush, later..." Qi'er's voice was interrupted, and everything was swallowed up by the welcoming lips. "Well..." Actually what Qi'er wants to say is, damn, it's none of my business whether you can do it or not?