The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1098 You are my medicine
Tang Nineteen thought that Qu Tiange might not understand that a letter of divorce would not bind her in any way: "Prince Qin, I hope you understand that I am not angry with you, and if I want to be angry, I don't have to." Bian Chenyu, who took a lot of trouble, committed suicide, angered the king and the emperor, and asked for a divorce. Now I hope to draw a clear line with you. Of course, when we meet on the road, I am not so stingy. I want to greet you generously. I can do it."

"This king can't do it."

His voice was low and hoarse: "This king can't do it without seeing you for a day."

Tang Nineteen chuckled lightly, but she didn't feel contemptuous. She believed that what he said might be true.

However, his affection can be broken into pieces and disposed of everywhere. She either doesn't want a small piece of it. Sorry, she doesn't care about it.

"Did you say these words to Bian Chenyu?"

"Nineteen, I can't control myself."

Tang Nineteen frowned, and suddenly understood: "Oh, you mean that you will lose control when you are stimulated, and you will speak unscrupulously when you lose control? I know, I have been taught three times, and the two times are for Bian Chen fish."

"The king is sick."

"Sorry, I don't have any medicine."

"You are the king's medicine."

What kind of plot is this, Zhang Ailing's novel, you are my medicine.

Hehe, Tang Nineteen is not Bai Liusu, so he won't be so moved by these words that he throws himself into his arms.

"I'm really sorry. Ginseng has long legs. I can't wait for you here."

"What if the king is only chasing you?"

Tang Shijiu had an indifferent expression: "Whatever you want, I won't talk to you anymore, Gao Feng and the others should have arrested him, and I'm going home to change my clothes."

Qu Tiange quietly followed her: "I will take you home."

"No need."

"You said it yourself, so I will follow you as you please."

He really knows how to use it now.

Tang Shijiu knew that if he wanted to get rid of him, he would have to turn his back on him.

However, she is very tired, and she has had enough troubles this night, and now she has no strength to deal with him.

"casual."

Going home in Qu Tiange's carriage.

Bitao actually waited for her all night without sleeping. Apart from Bitao, there was Zhang Fugui at home. Zhang Fugui was devoted to his duties. Tang Nineteen asked him to guard Bitao, and he actually stayed there all night.

Bi Tao was startled when she saw Qu Tiange who came in together.

In addition to being frightened, it was also a surprise.

"My lord."

She was busy giving Qu Tiange a blessing.

Zhang Fugui was awakened. Seeing Qu Tiange was stunned for a moment, he turned to Bitao, but Bitao didn't introduce him to him. She was warm and attentive, and pulled a chair for Qu Tiange to make tea: "My lord, Miss didn't come back all night. You are together."

Tsk tsk, gossip lady.

Tang Jiuwu entered the room by himself, and heard Zhang Fugui greeting Qu Tiange loudly from outside, tsk tsk, he was not so gracious to her.

After changing her clothes, she has no time to delay, and she has to go back to the Criminal Division.

Her hair was messy and knotted by the night wind, and she couldn't comb it out, so she could only call Bitao: "Bitao, Bitao, comb my hair."

The door opened, but it wasn't Bitao who came in.

Looking at the changed clothes and pants on the bed, he frowned again, walked to the dressing table very naturally, picked up her sandalwood comb, and carefully combed her long hair: "It's you Your own meaning, or Master Fu’s meaning?"

"My own meaning.——Why did you end up in Red Flower Lane yesterday?"

He was also in a hurry, and he knew that he had a thick skin and couldn't drive him away. He was willing to serve, so Tang Jiujiu enjoyed his service with peace of mind, but suddenly thought of what happened last night. If he hadn't appeared, maybe she wouldn't have led the snake out of the hole so smoothly in the end. .

"There is something, not what you think."

Tang Nineteen sneered: "I didn't think about anything at all."

Red fruit, contempt does not care.

(End of this chapter)