Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1265: Mr. Chitose has never failed to make people angry.

Wen Rong rushed over and picked her up, her face darkening.

"Nonsense, isn't it cold?"

Lie Jiuqing kept his head down and hid in his arms. He had no energy to speak and snorted.

As soon as Wen Rong left, she drank the spring water until she was full, and then she had a little strength. She came out after hearing the noise. If she was bullied, she would be bullied. Anyway, she was the one who was bullied. She could be angry, but she could not Ignore him.

"You're still wronged."

Wen Rong easily noticed Lie Jiuqing's little mood, "I dealt with you today. I thought you would be honest, but you haven't learned to behave at all."

The door just closed.

Zang Yin looked at the two people, then at the silver needle in his hand, and stood silently.

Lie Jiuqing's double standard is too serious, and he is exactly the same as Gu Huiyin!
Wen Rong put her on the bed, washed and wiped her feet, sat on the edge of the bed and kicked her feet in his arms.

Lie Jiuqing couldn't bear it and struggled to let go, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped looking.

After her feet were warmed, Wen Rong put them down and covered her with a quilt.

Seeing her red ears, her warmth disappeared, and there was a smile on her lips, "You can be shy even if you warm your feet. Why are you so fierce about that?"

"Wen Rong!"

Lie Jiuqing was really annoyed and had no strength to say something to him. Unfortunately, Mian was soft and coquettish, which made him laugh out loud.

"You have to be careful about that person outside. I'll have someone get you something to eat first."

As soon as he stood up, Lie Jiuqing hooked his fingers and said, "He is the man who forced me to accept him as my foster father. He is very dangerous."

Listening to her feeble explanation, Wen Rong kissed the corners of her eyes, "I will handle it, don't worry."

The servants quickly brought snacks. Wen Rong fed her a few mouthfuls and coaxed her to sleep soundly before coming out.

Zang Yin stood under the acacia tree, raising his head slightly and looking at the sky in the distance, as if he was in a trance.

When Wen Rong came out, he said indifferently: "You didn't say anything bad about me, right?" "You need to say that?"

Zang Yin snorted, "It's useless for you to say it. If you say it again, I am also her adoptive father and your father-in-law."

Wen Rong is completely different today than usual, her delicate eyebrows are less evil and more wild, her heavy eyes are extremely deep, and her dangerous aura rises and falls, making her as intimidating as a sculpted beast.

"What about the meeting ceremony?"

Zang Yin tilted his head, his silver hair swaying, "?"

Wen Rong smiled indifferently and said casually: "Being her adoptive father, there is no reason to come empty-handed. Or should I say that the regent of a country doesn't even have a gift that can be given to him."

"Ha... little bastard, I will pamper you as my king's daughter. You don't need to remind me."

Wen Rong groped for the long feeling on her fingertips, and dark lights gathered in her eyes, "No, just leave. I have no reason to keep you living and eating for free and waiting for you to cause trouble."

Listening to his disgusted expulsion, Zang Yin's face darkened, "Are you looking for death?"

Wen Rong raised his eyebrows, "Qingqing will protect me, are you afraid of you?"

"!"

Zang Yin's temple twitched fiercely, and he almost hit him with a fist.

Ever since I was a child, this face, apart from being pretty, is really only suitable for being a target!
In the dark night and snow, under the faint light, the two stood face to face for a long time, forming a picture of their own. Unfortunately, they were too tit-for-tat, and their internal strength was secretly competing, and no one gave in to the other.

Wen Rong curled her lips, "Without Qingjiu, you don't have anything valuable on you, right?"

"..."

Naturally not.

Zang Yin casually pulled a square jade pendant from his waist and threw it over.

Wen Rong raised his eyebrows, played with the small square seal, looked at the ancient totem on it, and said with a half-smile: "Southern Xinjiang Soldier Talisman. Not bad."

(End of this chapter)