Great Chu female champion

Wishing to be sick, as the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain, and sickness goes like spinning.

After running back and forth, Lu Xi found a doctor from the army, made a diagnosis and treatment for her, prescribed medicine, and fed it to her.

According to the doctor, making a wish is due to overthinking and a heart disease, and the medicine prescribed is also reassuring and rejuvenating, which treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

When Wen Ling learned that Xu Wish was ill, he ran to visit Xu Wish at the risk of being scolded by Wen Qingcheng. Xu Wish trembled and turned his head away from him.

"Xiaoyuan, I know that you blame me in your heart, it's all my fault, don't be sad, take good care of yourself." Wen Ling's eyes were tender like water, like a whirlpool.

Most of the anger in Wishing's heart had dissipated, and the gentle voice in her ear made her want to cry.

After being ill, she was very fragile and emotionally sensitive, and she thought of Wen Ling's kindness to her. If Wen Ling hadn't protected her, she would have died countless times.

Closing his eyes, not letting the mist in his eyes diffuse, he made a wish and took a sniff to swallow his grievances.

"I can't stay long, I'm leaving now, you can blame me, but you have to take care of yourself." Wen Ling reminded again, but now he was rambling.

After Wen Ling left, the mist in Wishing Eyes could no longer be suppressed, and fell on the pillow, soaking a large area.

Lu Xizhe bit her lip, her small face was wrinkled, and she was holding the medicine bowl tightly in her hand, very tangled.

No matter how you look at it, Xu Wish and Wen Ling are both talented and beautiful couples, but he is not reconciled, saying that when he grows up, he will marry Xu Wish as his daughter-in-law. He is not kidding, he really thinks so.

But looking down at his little arms and legs, he was inexplicably discouraged.

In appearance, he can't compare to Wen Ling's suave style, and in his family background, he can't compare to him. Wen Ling is the son of the commander of the Pingxi Army, and his status is beyond words.

No!

Lu Xi folded his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly. He could give in everything else, but the wish was his, and he would never give in.

His appearance is not bad, but he has not grown up. When he grows up, he may not be worse than Wenling. As for his family background, I remember that the house is also built with carved railings and jade.

Lu Xizhe cheered herself up, and already regarded Wenling as a rival in love.

What's more, since I am close to the water, and get along with Wishing day and night, of course the chances are greater.

Didn't there be a saying that love grows for a long time, if he shows more courteousness, I don't believe he can't capture your wishing heart.

Lu Xi folded his little abacus, his wrinkled face stretched out, and he bounced away with a medicine bowl in his hand.

There was only one wishing person left in the room, and no one noticed her red eyes.

At this time, she couldn't help worrying about Wen Ling, the sword has no eyes, and the arrows on the city wall don't recognize people. She has seen that scene before, so she knows how dangerous it is.

She shouldn't be so decisive, even if she said a few soft words, it would be good to make Wen Ling feel better. Wen Ling was pretending that something happened in his heart, and if something happened, then what to do.

Wishing is a bit self-pitying, she is not like this usually, but now her heart is in a mess.

Wiping the tears off his face, blowing his nose again, looking at the haggard face in the bronze mirror, he almost couldn't recognize the wish.

After all, she was still an 11-year-old child, and she wanted to confide all her grievances in front of her close ones.

In her heart, Wen Ling was different after all, maybe Wen Ling didn't notice that on the day she met him, she deliberately changed back to women's clothes, and she wore the hairpin he gave her on her head.

Make a wish facing the bronze mirror, straighten the messy hair, and squeeze out a smile. He said that he likes to see her smile.

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