Evil concubine commits peach blossom

In the luxurious golden corridor, Mao Ting walked towards her bedroom step by step with the night wind blowing.

For a long time, Qi Jiaye in her eyes was rebellious and cynical. She had never seen him look so sad. He said that he was also a child without a mother.

She will never forget the scene she saw just now, he was wearing a silver robe, the moonlight cast a cold light on his body, his long hair was tied up with a jade crown, his eyebrows were handsome, and his face was as handsome as Ah Bo in ancient Greek fairy tales Luo Shen slandered.

He said that he has always been such a proud person. He has an incomparable wealth, a handsome face, and an enviable family background. He is like God's darling, and all the benefits have been taken by him, but Only, he is a child without a mother.

She saw a lonely light shining in his deep pool-like eyes, he walked out of the hall lonely, and gradually walked away, the moonlight stretched his shadow very long.

Her heart trembled slightly. In the past, she and his brother were also dependent on each other. Once, her brother's mother abandoned him very early, and her mother and their father also had a car accident. When she was 18 years old In that year, she and her elder brother became orphans, and the entire life of Hongshang Group was put on her 20-year-old elder brother. While studying, his elder brother managed the enterprise under the leadership of his uncle. Fortunately, his elder brother was talented, With excellent grades, after studying abroad, he quickly took over all the industries under the Hongshang Group, including the color photography studio that his brother loves to go to most.

She has been with her elder brother since she was a child, and they are the only people who have direct blood in this world. No matter whether it is in the 21st century or in the Liliang Dynasty, she does not want to make her elder brother feel lonely.

From the first time she saw Qi Jiaye, she believed that he was her brother. In the parallel time and space, Qi Jiaye was another Bai Ziyi. How could she make him so sad.

Her brother, can't be so sad.

The wind was blowing gently, and it seemed that the string in her heart was also touched. When he was about to leave her sight, Mao Ting ran after him. While running, the skirt fluttering with the wind was like A fluttering white butterfly.

She pulled his sleeve from behind, panting lightly, she raised her head, a few mischievous strands of hair caressed her face, her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze blowing Into his heart: "You still have me."

His body froze suddenly, but suddenly raised the corners of his lips sarcastically: "Teacher, who are you this king? You tell this king that this king has you. However, this king doesn't need you."

He frowned, shook his sleeves, and gradually walked away. He never believed that there was anything real in this world, even his father...

So, how could he be so stupid as to believe the words of a woman who had nothing to do with him? This is really a funny thing.

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Maybe it has something to do with her depressed mood. The way back to the bedroom was not very far, but it took her a long time to walk. Mao Ting took a breath in disappointment, and sighed slightly when she saw that there was still some distance ahead. There was a touch of disappointment between his brows and eyes, and the smile on his lips was also somewhat sad. He still couldn't believe her. Also, now he has no reason to accept her who suddenly appeared like this, but she will work hard. .She touched the tip of her nose, silently cheering herself up.

At this moment, a silver figure suddenly appeared in the bushes beside him, and the soft hair on his forehead was slightly blown, drawing an elegant arc in the air.

Fu Jingning's eyebrows were slightly raised, and her fair face was as flawless as a thousand-year-old jade, but it was faintly pale.There were dried bloodstains on his lips, one hand was supporting the golden stone pillar, and the other was stroking his forehead. It was not difficult to see that he was in pain and suffering. He moved his burning throat and uttered a weak and Another hoarse voice: "Princess, I'm lost."

Then, with a slight smile, he fell straight down under Mao Ting's surprised eyes.

If she hadn't called Xia Xia to make Xia Xia bigger and hunch Fu Jingning back, it's no wonder she wasn't exhausted from such a long distance.

Mao Ting measured Fu Jingning's forehead with her hands, but she immediately shrank back, it was so hot, did he have a high fever?

Having a high fever is no joke, a trace of worry flashed in her bright starry eyes, Mao Ting walked back and forth in the room, her beautiful eyebrows were already wrinkled into balls.

"Princess." Fu Jingning murmured consciously.

His voice was less clear and cold than it used to be, and more warm.

Mao Ting walked to the bed and looked at the pale man. He frowned tightly, and his forehead was already covered with layers of fine sweat. Mao Ting helped him cover the thin quilt and went to the kitchen to boil some hot water. Soak it with a veil and wring it dry, then cover the man's forehead.

After finishing all this work, he shook his head slightly, shaved the bridge of his nose helplessly, and teased himself: "Who is the master and who is the guard? It seems to be reversed."

The woman sighed softly, turned off the light, closed the door and went out. His situation was not optimistic. It seemed that she had to disturb the pharmacy on the street.Carefully going around in the palace, Mao Ting finally found the dog hole Xiao Chuan mentioned, and it was really... very small.

Unexpectedly, she, Mao Ting, could also be reduced to this level, no matter what, a certain girl raised her skirt, closed her eyes, and got out of the dog hole with a tyrannical heart.

Damn it, this is the first time she has drilled a dog hole, no, she must learn lightness kung fu, she swore she would only drill this dog hole in her life, maybe it was because of this experience that Mao Ting would be here later Ranked No. 1 in Qinggong in Jianghu, and almost became the leader of martial arts.

Of course, this is for another day.It had been a while before Mao Ting came back from the pharmacy.

Originally thought that she would be scolded bloody by the boss of the pharmacy, but unexpectedly when she showed the 100 taels of silver, the boss nodded and smiled, and invited her in respectfully. , and then prescribed dozens of packs of medicines, including general cold medicines, severe cold medicines and fever medicines, and she is welcome to patronize again.

Therefore, Mao Ting deeply understands a truth, money can really turn ghosts around.

Mao Ting returned to the room fearfully. The man on the bed was still in a coma. She had to work hard to make medicine for Fu Jingning. After finally feeding him the medicine with a small spoon, the sky began to fade. With a pale belly, Mao Ting finally lay down on the edge of the bed tired, and fell asleep slowly.

The veil-like mist opened like a curtain, and the sun rose slowly, smiling and shooting out the first ray of brilliance.

A ray of light came in from the window, the man's fingers moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. His head seemed to be less painful than last night. He sat up slowly, and a white veil came out from the window. It fell from the forehead, and just landed on the quilt, making a sound that was neither loud nor small.

It was this bang, but it also alarmed Mao Ting, who was sleeping with her head down.

She opened her sleepy eyes, just in time to see him turn his head to the side, looking at her quietly with those eyes as clear as autumn moons.

"Are you awake?" She said awkwardly.

"Can I have a glass of water?" The man chuckled, as elegant as a breeze.

"Okay." Mao Ting touched her nose and went to the table to pour a glass of water.

When she approached, his graceful and slender fingers stretched out, took the teacup and drank it, moistened his throat, and his throat seemed to be much better, his delicate face flushed slightly, and he said unnaturally: "Yesterday I lost my way gone."

Mao Ting took the teacup in the man's hand and refilled another cup of tea, with a playful tone in her tone: "Well, not only got lost, but also had a fever."

This time, Fu Jingning's face was completely red. He pretended to cough a few times and turned his face away, but his reddish ears were exposed.

Seeing this, Mao Ting became more and more interested. She slapped the man's face, making him look at her forcefully, and then raised her eyebrows with great interest: "What are you doing here?"

She looked exactly like an evil female hooligan who abducted an innocent and beautiful girl.Fu Jingning's eyes wandered, and his heart was beating violently like countless galloping horses: "The lifeguards in the swimming pool have been trained, when will the princess go back and have a look?"

The woman shook her head, with a trace of evil in the corner of her mouth: "This is not a reason."

He was very nervous as he tapped the surface of the bed lightly with his fingers, and wanted to find a reason to fool him: "The swimsuit has been basically designed, and the county chief will review it."

She was still relentless and insisted on getting to the bottom of it: "Wrong, these are not reasons."

"And... woo" He wanted to say something more, but his lips were covered by a beautiful white hand, and he could only look at her with eyes as clear as autumn moons, and then he heard her cold as ice drops falling A jade plate-like voice came: "What you said is not a reason. I said, Fu Jingning, think about it carefully, don't you miss me?"

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