After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 117 What a Bad Dog
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The old doctor randomly grabbed a few handfuls of herbs, wrapped them up and threw them into their arms.

The voice was old and majestic: "It's not a plague, it's an allergy."

After finishing speaking, he casually glanced at Shen Yanjin who was watering calmly.

He took the rest of the hospital and left.

The two lying on the ground first stopped crying, stayed for a while, then supported each other and returned to their respective residences as if they were lost.

Xiao Lu was happy and quiet, it's best for this group of people to leave quickly, so that it can't move around casually.

When the last one left, it crawled out from Shen Yanjin's lapel, and jumped onto Shen Yanjin's shoulder, intending to rub its head against its smooth and clean neck.

Thinking of the feathers I was growing, I still chose to stop.

Say to a certain culprit that your feathers haven't changed back to their previous appearance, then it won't rub him for a day, and of course...don't let him touch it.

Before going to sleep that night, Xiao Lu was brutally murdered, and the feathers that had just grown on its neck.

gone again.

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Inside the imperial study.

The old emperor was leaning on the dragon chair, and the beautiful woman beside him picked a few fruits and cleaned them, then gently wiped off the water droplets on the surface with an embroidered handkerchief, leaned over and put the fruit in his hand into the old emperor's mouth.

The woman was wearing a wide blue skirt, a seven-step rocker on her head, her hair was coiled up high, and she looked meticulous.

There was a slight smile on that pretty face, the corners of the eyes were raised, and a pair of fox eyes revealed a charming charm.

She fed a few pills to the old emperor, and ate a few by herself. The old emperor seemed to acquiesce in her rudeness, and continued to look at the book in his hand.

"Aifei."

Suddenly, the old emperor paused while reading a book, and there was an amiable smile on his wrinkled face.

The woman replied calmly: "The concubine is here."

"According to Concubine Ai, Huan'an City..."

"Your Majesty, you still..."

Although the woman was calm on the surface, her heart seemed to stir up a thousand layers of waves, and the little fingers hidden in the box trembled.

Does the dog emperor know that she secretly sent someone to help Liu Mo? Does she really have the dog emperor's eyeliner by her side?
Thinking of this, the woman's face turned pale for a moment.

"Hehe... My concubine, you are pregnant with the dragon species recently, you have a lot of bones, so be careful, pay attention."

The old emperor stretched out his old hands, and patted the back of the woman's slender hands with ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, with a particularly doting and loving tone.

The woman said coquettishly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The cold eyes became more and more intense.

As long as the dog emperor dies, then the fetus in her womb will definitely be lost.

She knew what the other concubines were thinking.

It is clearer what kind of actions the real pillow person of the old emperor will make.

As long as Liu Mo is safe, those women will not dare to come out blatantly. As for the secret, she naturally has the means to deal with it.

Liu Mo, Liu Mo, you must never die in Huan'an City.

Only you are alive, is my greatest reliance.

...

Let's talk about this month, the days are considered quiet, except for Liu Qianfo's gossip woman who often comes to harass Shen Yanjin and it, there are no other people who don't have eyes to bother.

And those two students with sores on their faces lay miserable on the bed for half a month. The other students have been afraid to go out at will.

The two took leave for more than a month, lying in bed every day in extreme pain, wishing they could commit suicide.

But they are timid and very afraid of death.

The dean knew what happened that day and didn't say anything. He just punished them for cleaning the toilet for several months after they recovered from their illness.

This matter is also perfunctory.

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