The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Duan Yihuang looked at the little lady holding a red pill in her dirty hands.

"what is this?"

"Poison, one dose is enough to kill you. Do you want to take it, Your Majesty?" Yun Mumu raised a pair of big white eyes and looked at him.

Only a pair of big white eyes and white teeth remained on the small face that was originally fair and pink.

It looks like a ball of coal with eyes.

Of course Duan Yihuang knew that what she was holding was not poison, but this little lady was just like a hedgehog, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, so she wouldn't say a soft word.

After looking at her for a while, Duan Yihuang opened his mouth, waiting for Yun Mumu to feed the pill into his mouth.

Yun Mumu looked at him with the eyes of an old mother looking at a rebellious child, and then fed him into his mouth.

After swallowing the pill, there was a cool feeling down the throat to the lungs.

After a while, Duan Yihuang felt that his breathing became much smoother.

Even the smoky smell in his breath gradually melted away.

He almost forgot that this stupid little lady is a world-renowned mysterious dumb doctor.

Her waistcoat is Queen Dali and a mysterious dumb doctor.

It seems to be inextricably linked with the Mohism.

The first daughter of the British public really impressed him.

"How is it? This is the medicine I prepared myself." Yun Mumu looked at the man with wide eyes.

Slowly, there is a sense of expectation in the eyes, like a child who wants to be praised by his parents.

"I don't feel anything." The man replied stiffly, "It's like eating a bitter candy. Some people don't feel anything after eating it."

Yun Mumu gritted her teeth, "If you dislike me so much, then pay me back."

"Ah..." The man opened his mouth and said, "You fed it yourself, you take it yourself, the things I spit out are not very pretty."

Yun Mumu: ...

Never seen such a brazen person.

After running so far, I was panting like this.

What a useless physique. In comparison, this man's face is not flushed, and he is not panting.

Lack of exercise is just this virtue.

Although Yunmumu's breathing was smooth, he was really weak, resting the driver's head on Duan Yihuang's shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Yihuang, who was sitting stiffly, felt that his body was a little stiff.

But he still didn't move.

Yun Mumu's hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders, gradually moistening his shoulders too.

A sense of coolness radiated from her shoulders, along with the body fragrance on her body, it penetrated all the way in.

Just when Duan Yihuang was silent in this moment of tenderness.

A pair of gossiping women walked by the side of the road.

"Have you heard that this natural disaster is all due to the tyrant's power and the anger of the sky?"

"What? You mean, this natural disaster is punishing the tyrant for three days?"

Another woman got angry and opened her mouth to curse: "Why is this tyrant still not dead? This natural disaster can't smash him to death, but burn him to death, but it smashed our common people. Are you wronged or not?"

"Who says it's not? If this tyrant steps down, our common people's lives will be much better, and there won't be so many refugees who will not be rescued."

"I really hope he gets smashed to death soon."

While cursing the tyrant with all sorts of nasty words, the two women approached Duan Yihuang and Yun Mumu.

Seeing the two of them sitting side by side on the rock, he kindly reminded: "Little man, little lady, why don't you leave."