Rebirth from the Poison: The Sturdy Sixth Miss

She cherishes this friend very much, but if she continues to be friends with him, will she harm him?

But if she kept a distance from him like before, she couldn't do it.

"Okay. Xiu, let's toast. We will always be friends. It is enough to have a confidant in life. You will always be my good friend and confidant."

Dongfang Lian picked up the wine glass and poured a glass of wine for Ouyang Xiu.

The two clinked glasses proudly.

Dongfang Lian also made up her mind, no matter what happens in the future, she will never let that person hurt Ouyang Xiu, never.

"Cheers. We will always be friends." Ouyang Xiu was very happy to hear her words.

He can be friends with her forever, even if some things are not as he wished, he is still satisfied.

There is nothing else to ask for in life, but a confidant.

From the first time he saw her, her face, the way she looked at him deeply, was branded in his mind, no matter what method he used, it couldn't be erased.

From that day on, he knew that this woman would forever be etched in his mind, and unless he died or lost his memory, it would be impossible to erase her image...

……

After eating enough, Dongfang Lian returned home by herself.But she had just returned to the gate of Zuoxiang Mansion when she saw Zhuifeng.

When Zhuifeng saw her carriage, he hurried up to meet her, "Miss Six, Zhuifeng has been waiting for you for a long time, follow me to Prince Jing's Mansion."

"What's the matter?"

Dongfang Lian's temples twitched, looking at Zhuifeng's expression, could it be that Long Jingkuang...was ill?

Is it more serious than before?

"Hey, our King Jing... Anyway, Miss Six, follow me to Prince Jing's mansion."

"it is good."

Dongfanglian did not refuse.

……

Jingwang Mansion, Huang Chaoxuan.

In fact, along the way, Dongfanglian also asked whether Chasing Long Jingkuang had become more serious?But chasing the wind, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, he just can't make it clear.

Dongfanglian had no choice but to go see it in person.

She entered Huangchaoxuan, among the flowers and trees, she saw Long Jingkuang lying on the rocking chair.

His complexion was very bad, very pale.

"King Jing?"

With a cry, she walked quickly to his side.

She picked up his hand and felt the pulse. Although his pulse was a little weird, it was not too confusing.

Look at his eyes again, um...the eyes are very beautiful, long and narrow, although the eyeballs are a bit dull, they are still normal and not scattered.But why does he look weak?

"How does King Jing feel?"

"Chest tightness."

Long Jingkuang said slowly.

"Chest tightness?"

Dongfang Lian put her hand on his chest, and put her ear on his chest to listen...

Before she could listen well, she felt a big hand pressing her head into his chest.

"King Jing?"

What is he... why?

Dongfang Lian couldn't help but look up at him.

Long Jingkuang's expression remained unchanged, and he murmured, "Well, that's it, I really want to hit my chest with something. Now that you are on my chest, Lian'er, I feel much more comfortable. Really."

Look at what he said seriously, Dongfang Lian is now a doctor, responsible for his illness, and it is not easy to struggle to find the cause. Instead, he hit him with more force, "What about this?"

"Ah, so comfortable." Long Jingkuang closed his eyes.

"You are suffering from chest tightness."

Dongfanglian came to a conclusion.

The disease of chest tightness can be said to be big or small.

Let's say it's big, it's just some sickness that people who have been ill for a long time will have.

Let's say it is small, it really affects people's mood and appetite.