Group pet daughter: The rough man tricked me into giving birth again

Chapter 61 Are You a Boy?

The story has come to an end here, but Liu Rufeng didn't hear enough.

In his heart, as long as it is a beauty, he wants to see it.

No matter ten years or twenty years have passed, he is always interested in beautiful women.

Coming out of the Chunlou, Liu Rufeng climbed onto Qin Zhihuan's shoulders.

"Can you find the portrait of the oiran?"

When a person dies, the portrait can always be left behind.

While talking, he wanted to drag him back to the mansion to discuss this matter.

His elder sister is the noble concubine of the dynasty, one person under one person and above ten thousand people.

He didn't have anything he wanted, let alone a portrait.

Qin Zhi just pretended not to understand what he meant, and continued to move forward.

The other officials wanted to see him off, but Liu Rufeng was so drunk.

He is the governor here and the younger brother of Concubine Liu Gui.

Raised like the flesh of the heart, loved by thousands of people.

When the prince ascends the throne, he must listen to his mother and treat this uncle well.

Such a living ancestor, who would dare not hold it up for offerings.

It took a lot of effort for a group of people to push him into the carriage.

Just as he was about to turn around and say goodbye to Qin Zhi, he heard the report from the people below: "Master Qin, has Master Qin been assassinated?"

Qin Zhi had just gotten into the carriage, and before he had walked 200 meters, a group of people rushed out from the nearby rouge shop.

All martial arts are high-strength, and they are deadly.

Jiangnan Zhizhou turned pale with fright when he heard the news, and when he arrived with his people, it was already empty and the ground was in a mess.

The glaring blood made him terrified, so he hurried to the hotel where Qin Zhihuan was staying.

The proprietress in the store told him that Qin Zhi was still injured, but he was slightly relieved that it was not serious.

Ma Lan was awakened by the pain.

Today I was in a bad mood and went to listen to Lanling's opera, and I ordered Wujiapo.

Lan Ling is worthy of being a famous actress in the world, her voice and figure are indescribably beautiful.

After listening to the play, she gave Yin Zi, and she came back.

The room was pitch black, she lit the lamp, and wanted to sit and wait for Qin Zhi to return.

He fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, Lan Ling was still babbling and singing.

She watched from the sidelines, as if she was the one who sang the opera.

She was having a sweet dream when she felt a sharp pain in her arm and woke up instantly.

How could he get hurt even if he went to Chunlou, Ma Lan was furious.

Just as he was about to go out to call for someone, he saw Qin Zhi pushing the door open and coming in.

The bean-sized candlelight cast a warm yellow on her face.

He handed her the chestnuts fried in sugar that he had covered his chest all the way: "It's hot."

When I came here today, there was a seller of sugar-fried chestnuts on the street, and she said she wanted to eat it.

It will be there in a few minutes, but Qin Zhi still doesn't let him get out of the car.

Later, when I was busy, I forgot about it.

Qin Zhi still remembers.

"You are hurt?"

Malan took the sugar-fried chestnuts, and his face was not very good.

So painful, the wound must not be light.

Qin Zhi smiled and brushed her frizzy hair: "I know I can't hide it from you."

He tried his best to dodge it, but he was still hit by the sword.

The injury was not deep, she must be dying of pain.

"Let me see."

Malan helped him to the table, and unbuttoned his coat, there was a long cut on his arm.

It was about ten centimeters long, and the wound was slender and faintly black.

"Isn't it cleaned up? Why is the color black."

"The sword is poisoned."

poison?
Malan hurried to the bag and rummaged through it, but luckily she took it with her when she went out.

"Don't look for it, it's not a powerful poison, you won't need Xuewan."

Qin Zhihuan's skin has always been wheat-colored, and no matter how he raises it, it will never turn white.

After being hit by the sword, his face turned pale.

He had just experienced a big battle, and his body smelled of blood, so he was going to take a bath now.

The wound has just been bandaged and cannot be touched by water.

Malan had no choice but to help him take a bath.

His right arm was raised high by him, with a comfortable expression.

"Have you practiced your back rubbing technique before? It's quite comfortable."

Ma Lan's face was flushed red, and she didn't want to talk to him.

Even if they become relatives, they only have one experience.

Usually they are very restrained, unlike today.

Being poisoned is not honest.

"hiss."

Qin Zhi turned around dissatisfied: "Your family only likes the back when taking a bath."

Just rubbing that one piece will break his skin.

"understood."

Malan twisted the handkerchief half dry, and began to wash his arms and chest.

"It's not clean." His voice was hoarse.

Malan spoke softly in his ear, and his hot breath hit his earlobe, making it numb.

Malan turned his head and glared at him, his eyes were misty, and his flushed cheeks reminded him of that blush.

Unable to bear it, he pulled him into his arms and kissed him heavily.

But suddenly his expression changed, and he pushed Ma Lan away.

With a puff, he vomited blood.

"Why are you vomiting blood?"

Malan was so nervous that he patted him on the shoulder lightly: "If you don't reboot, you will lose your life."

Enduring the severe pain in his heart, he quickly took out the medicine given by Ma Hua and fed it to Qin Zhi and continued to eat it.

It took a long time for the blood to return to his face.

Today, it is really no wonder he.

He sat in the tub panting heavily, and got up after he calmed down.

Malan dressed him and helped him to the bed and hurriedly asked someone to clean up the clean room.

When Qin Er heard that his master had vomited blood, he was as anxious as something.

The assassin outside didn't kill the master, but almost killed his wife when he came back.

Under the night, Ma Lan's face was a little pale, and the corners of her lips were bloodless. She sat at the table and carefully peeled chestnuts.

The stripped ones are divided into two parts, complete and incomplete.

"Peel it off for me?"

Qin Zhihuan's hoarse voice came from behind, and his sight was blocked by a shadow.

As soon as he turned his head, the person was already sitting on the chair next to him.

After taking the medicine, his complexion improved a lot.

"Eat."

Malan pushed the intact part over and continued to peel off the rest.

Qin Zhi didn't move yet, just watched her peeling quietly.

After a while, I asked, "Are you angry?"

Malan looked up: "Yes!"

His life is not his alone, but also tied to hers.

This pain is not equal, he gets one share and she gets ten points.

The moment the poison came out, she felt that she was going to die, and her heart seemed to be crushed by something.

"I promise, it won't happen again in the future."

Qin Zhi also saw that she was really angry, so he softened his voice: "I really couldn't hold back today."

There has been no poisonous hair this month, he thought it was fine.

"Did you gamble with my life?"

Ma Lan was very angry and wronged, her eyes turned red.

In her dreams, she was afraid that something would happen to this man, but he never cherished herself.

Especially when he knew that today's assassination was planned by himself.

She was even more angry.

What does this man think of her?
Qin Zhi was most afraid of Ma Lan crying, and his heart ached so much.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Do you remember the story I told you?"

"what?"

The story of the couple, the child who was poisoned, and the boy who was poisoned.

"What does this story have to do with your own assassination?"

"There is always a whole lot to do in acting."

If you retreat completely, it is inevitable that some people will think too much.

It's no big deal if he is slightly injured, but Malan suffers.

"Do you know who the poisoned boy is?"

"It's you?"

"Correct."

Qin Zhi still covered his heart and told her the past.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation
　　


(End of this chapter)