Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 170 Uncle
"I'm the one who ate a bad stomach," Ming Qianjue twitched the corner of his mouth, pointing to his lower abdomen.

Feng Nuanyang took a deep breath, his scrutinizing eyes roamed over his rough face, he paused and said, "Uncle, your complexion looks normal!" Sitting there as steadily as Mount Tai, with gloomy eyebrows and a face of ice , there is nothing abnormal...

uncle?Ming Qianjue twitched the corner of his mouth, subconsciously stretched out his rough fingers to rub his chin, and looked a little deeper: "I'm only 29!" Why did you call him an uncle before he turned [-]?

The corners of Feng Nuanyang's mouth twitched, looking at his mighty body and his own small body, he was a little speechless: "I am only seventeen, you are already 29, there is a generation gap of three years, I am 12 years behind you , four generation gaps," Feng Nuanyang stretched out his fingers to compare, showing distaste: "My father is probably not as old as you!" In ancient times, men at the age of thirteen or fourteen had intercourse, and early marriage and early childbearing were common. Such an old man A man might be a golden handsome guy in modern times, but in ancient times where there are small fresh meat everywhere, he can only be regarded as an uncle.

Ming Qianjue heard her comparing him with her father, and thought of Qin Xiangshi, who was in his 30s, and indeed not much older than him...

He felt a pain in his forehead, hooked his fingers, and urged impatiently: "Come here quickly."

Feng Nuanyang looked around and saw that he didn't have a sword, so he let go of his guard and walked over, but he didn't move when he reached the table.

Ming Qianjue looked at the girl standing opposite, felt a little helpless, and pointed to the seat next to her: "Sit here!"

Feng Nuanyang shook his head, and said very seriously: "Please tell me about the few medicinal foods you have eaten here before, and I will take care of them and see which one is wrong."

Which dishes did you eat?Ming Qianjue thought for a while and thought about the herbal diet full of unknown dishes, and he became even more powerless. He didn't order the food, but asked Ye Si to order it casually. On that big table, he ate a chopstick. Do you know what dish it is?

"You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?" Ming Qianjue asked doubtfully as the temperature around him dropped several degrees.

"Of course not," Feng Nuanyang quickly retorted, looking at the distance of only a few steps, he didn't want to care about it, and walked over: "Extend your hand."

Ming Qianjue sniffed the unique fragrance that belonged to her, and suddenly felt calm and comfortable, and handed it over very politely.

Feng Nuanyang stretched out his hand to put it on him, held his pulse and felt it lightly, his beautiful brows gradually tightened, and suspicious eyes lingered on his cheek: "Your pulse is normal."

Ming Qianjue still blushed and pointed at her lower abdomen, with a warning in her eyes, accusing her of doing it on purpose, deliberately trying to escape responsibility.

Feng Nuanyang sighed, glanced at his rough and handsome face, and then looked at the position of his fingers, which was close to the navel.

"The doctor sees the doctor, sees, listens, and checks, this girl..." Ming Qianjue just opened his mouth, realizing her vigilant gaze, and quickly changed his words: "Young master, you should at least touch me, Tantan is it?" Where there is a problem, let’s prescribe the right medicine.”

If it wasn't for his serious appearance, Feng Nuanyang would think that he came here specially to harass him. She pursed her lips, her eyes wandering between his serious face and his lower abdomen, and finally courage replaced vigilance, and she reached out her hand and touched him. The moment she touched it, she had a very strange feeling, when she pressed her hand on it: "Is it here?"

She looked at him and saw him shaking his head, so she moved her hand and continued to look aside.

(End of this chapter)