All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"Hongying, this is the sect master's private matter and you should not meddle in it.【26nbsp;】"

"I don't care, wait for you to take care of it!" As long as she thought about the sad Xiao sound last night, she couldn't calmly accuse Lu Fu: "Are you deaf! Let the head of the sect stand outside in the cold all night, Wouldn't you persuade him, as his maidservant, it is your responsibility to take good care of him!"

"I will do my job well. If I make a mistake, my master will reward and punish me. It will never be your turn to blame me!" Lu Fu looked at the soup in her hand. Wan, and didn't want to argue with her anymore, so he walked past her with his eyebrows narrowed.

"The soup is getting cold, I have to send it to the young master." She didn't want to care about it, but she couldn't do it at all. She knew the young master's temper, so she could only let him play the flute all night. , It is estimated that the throat is dry and hoarse.

She played that song all night, she doesn't need to guess, she knows how much he can't let go of the young master, how hard it is to let go, but what can be done now, Qiyin is already a wife, so it is impossible to snatch it by force, Yan Wei Le is not that easy to deal with. Even the emperor of the Yan family has to be taboo. Although they have secret doors, their power is limited after all. How can they be worth thousands of troops, unless...

Unless the young master inherits the throne, but even so, I'm afraid it won't be able to stop the mouth of the world.

"Lufu, do you have to fight against me?"

"I don't have time to fight against you, you are always picking on me, Hall Master Hongying!" Lu Fu turned and pushed the door and entered, this is the other courtyard where the young master rests, even if Hongying has the courage , and won't really fight with her.

In the room, Huo Xin was sitting on the side of the bed taking the young master's pulse. Lu Fu put the bowl aside and gently put it down, and asked him: "How is it, young master, did you have a migraine?"

"Hmm." Huo Xin had a rare smile, and withdrew his hand to feel his pulse. There seemed to be a hidden worry between his brows. He looked at the head of the sect on the bed who had no blood on his face, closed his eyes and calmed his nerves, and sighed: "What is it for..."

Having followed the door master for many years, in his memory, he has always been a manipulator, and nothing can affect his emotions. What is it that caused him to have a migraine that he hasn't had for a long time.

"Don't ask." Shaking her head, Lu Fu signaled Huo Xin not to be curious anymore, she knew that the young master was not asleep, but just closed her eyes out of habit.

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