The Evil King Loves Lightly: Xiao Chong Doctor Concubine

Chapter 1192 Who Says I Don't Want It

Chapter 1193 1193 Who Says I Don't Want It

nonsense...

The people walking on the promenade paused, and several long lines were pulled on their foreheads.

At first I wanted to slander, but when I thought about it, I didn't dare to complain.

Well, this kind of vocabulary, apart from being leaked from his own mouth and accidentally learned by this guy, who else can teach him?

Forget about the apprentices I teach, lest people say that she is too mean, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps.

But the question is, Unknown Hero, can you not be so cute?What's the point of hiding alone?

Holding the tray, she slammed the door open with her body, and after walking in, Qi Qi casually lifted her foot to close the door, her gesture was indescribably rude, without any feminine tenderness.

Wuming glanced at her blankly, then turned his back to her and continued to sleep, treating her like air.

"Shouldn't a beautiful woman come to visit in the middle of the night, shouldn't she show a little surprise?" Knowing that the cheapskate was still angry, Qi Qi didn't mind his bad attitude at all, put down the tray, brought out the sugar water inside and put it on the low bedside cabinet, She pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed, looking at the man lying on the bed pretending to be dead.

The hero is still playing dead, just ignore her.

After he finished cursing that "bullshit", he had already noticed her approaching, so he was not surprised to see her enter the door at all.

Surprises... Not without it, but before she entered the door, he had already packed up all his thoughts about surprises.

Coax him with sweet soup?Is he so easily coaxed?cut.

"Are you really ignoring me?" Qiqi pulled the chair forward half a point, leaned towards the low cabinet, and while holding a spoon to spoon the sweet soup, said: "Is the medicine for you ready? I'll give it to you Check to see if there is anything left unsmeared."

"I want you to take care of it." Wuming snorted coldly, but didn't look back, "I don't like this food, so take it away quickly."

It's not so easy to please him.

"I know, you don't like sweets." Although Qi Qi didn't care enough for them, she tried her best to keep in mind what they liked and disliked.

"You know, bring it here?" Without any sincerity, just want to send him away with a bowl of sweet soup that he doesn't like?
"Why don't you take it? It was specially offered to me by [-] yuan just now, how could I refuse?" The spoon is still fiddling in the sweet soup, why is it still hot after so long?

"Since it's for you, take it back quickly."

"Take it away when you're done eating." Because of her impatience, she sped up the action of picking up the sweet soup with the spoon. She even scooped up the sweet soup and brought it to her lips to cool it carefully.

Wuming pursed her lower lip. Although she didn't make this sweet soup herself, and even though it was just taken from Jiuwan's hands, and borrowed flowers to worship Buddha to coax her, she was so gentle that she wanted to cool the soup before giving it to her. He drank, this move still made him feel completely soft.

In fact, he is not such a stingy person. Just now he complained that she only cared about those men and didn't want to talk to her. Isn't she here now?

At least, it's good to know that you care about him. He's just not happy that she always treats other people well, and she just doesn't care about him at all, and it's not that she wants something.

"Don't worry about it, I don't like to eat this." Sitting up from the bed, he looked back at her: "Don't you like sweet soup very much, yourself..."

After seeing that the woman had brought the spoon to her lips and swallowed the soup inside, she stopped completely.

Wuming stared blankly at the empty spoon, and an indescribable grievance suddenly filled his heart.

It turned out that this bowl of sweet soup never thought of giving it to him from the beginning to the end, what to coax him, what to apologize, what to gently cool things for him... It was his self-righteousness...

Well, why is there suddenly something stuck in my heart, so uncomfortable...

He turned his face away, "You go back..."

A fruit was handed to him. It was brightly colored and looked fresh and delicious. It was still dripping with water, obviously it had just been washed.

"Kaihuai fruit, there are only two left, and I am reluctant to eat it myself." The woman who was still eating the sweet soup said vaguely: "But they said that after eating this fruit, I will feel better. I beat you, tonight If you are in a bad mood, let me eat it for you."

Wuming didn't speak, just stared blankly at the red fruit in her hand.

"Hurry up and hold it... oh, it's so hot, and my left hand is bad..."

He immediately took the fruit, looked at the woman who was breathing hard while eating the sweet soup, saw her anxious look, wanted to speak, but at this moment he didn't know what to say.

In the end, when she had almost finished eating the sweet soup, he asked lightly: "So...you came here specially to bring the fruit, but you met Jiuwan on the way, and by the way, bring the sweet soup she gave you too. Come in, plan to eat here?"

Qiqi, who ate the last mouthful of sweet soup, looked up at him, bit her lips, but didn't speak.

Such an obvious thing, it is necessary to repeat it from the mouth?Is the unknown hero so free?
"What are you doing? Don't you like it? You can return it to me if you don't like it." She stretched out her hand.

Wuming immediately put away the fruit, but did not throw it into his mouth and eat it immediately: "Who said I don't want it?"

Since she "specially" sent him something to make amends, don't reject it for nothing.

Qiqi gave him a blank look, out of nowhere, so she didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

Seeing a basin of water on the table, she went over to wash her hands, then turned to look at him and said, "I was alone just now, so it's not easy to apply the medicine? Would you like me to help?"

He didn't speak, Qiqi shrugged and said, "No? Then I'll go back."

"Go back, can you sleep tonight?" When she turned around, the man on the bed said so.

Qiqi looked back at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Wuming got off the bed, put the fruit in his arms, looked down at her and asked, "Did Chu Xuanchi go out to do some errands?"

"You know again?" Now instead of being a killer, should I be a fortune teller?

Wuming didn't speak, walked to the table and took out something, went back to the short table and sat down, and put the things on it.

Although he didn't understand the details of what she and Chu Xuanchi said about Zhuxian Island tonight, at least he knew that his mother and Chu Xuanchi's master, Ye Lanfeng, were trying to dig out the secret way.

As she said, although digging the secret path is feasible, it is too time-consuming. What Chu Xuanchi has to do tonight is to solve this "time-consuming" problem, right?
As for Qi Qi, before Chu Jiangnan came back, I'm afraid this girl would not be able to sleep.

"Playing chess?" Qiqi walked over and looked down at him: "You are really addicted."

"Will it be?" Wuming asked, ignoring her words.

Qi Qi shook her head, playing chess requires a lot of patience, where did she get so much time and patience?

Hearing that she couldn't, Wuming suddenly had a flash of excitement, and the depression of being beaten up by her at night disappeared without a trace.

Finally... I met a chess player who was worse than him...

"It's okay, I'll teach you." He smiled.

"I'll give you the medicine first, the way you smile is... spooky." Qiqi glanced at his blackened eye sockets, and there was an evil smile in his eyes, his facial features were stunning, but... That dark circle is really ugly.

Wuming heard the words, the smile on his lips disappeared immediately, he glanced at her blankly, but he sat down on the chair obediently, and let her take the plaster and apply it on him carefully.

It's still eerie, how about giving her a punch?
……

... Although that night is not cold, it is still a bit cold.

Let Hongyu take Chu Jiangnan down from another place, and after seeing his mother, Meng Shiyue withdrew her cold eyes and walked towards the palace.

Although tonight's practice seems to be slower than usual, her body is much lighter. In fact, every time she progresses like this, sometimes even she herself can't bear the breath that sometimes swells to madness.

In fact, cultivation should be carried out step by step, but she was afraid that she would not have enough time to practice slowly. Recently, not only why, she has always felt a little unspeakable uneasiness in her heart, always feeling that something big is about to happen.

Those who have been completely driven away by her seem...haven't been uprooted yet. Will that power come back one day?

Bu Jinghua has appeared, what about the others?

Suddenly, the cold wind swayed slightly, and a bit of turbulence stopped her pace that was about to speed up.

She turned around and went to the dense forest not far away. Before she went down, there was already a person waiting under the shadow of the tree.

"What's the matter?" Meng Shiyue walked over, looking at the man's face that looked more and more beautiful under the moonlight.

When Xiao Ran saw her, he immediately greeted her and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, this subordinate is not as good as Sheng En. I have already found out clearly."

Meng Shiyue's eyes turned cold, "What are the characteristics?"

"On that woman's back, a word was engraved since she was a child." Xiao Ran seemed to be like that all the time, not daring to meet her gaze, he just lowered his head and said, "Dream."

"Dream?" Meng Cangyun's dream?

Meng Shiyue snorted coldly, centipede, dead but not stiff, could it really be her evil seed?

"That's right, it's the word Meng." Xiao Ran nodded, and immediately said again: "At the beginning, Wu Yasiqing insisted on coming back to look for Meng Cangyun, but she was afraid that the child would be too young. Use it this way."

Meng Shiyue didn't speak, but just looked at him indifferently.

Xiao Ran continued: "I heard that the Meng Clan's royal family is always born with an internal power that belongs to the Meng Clan, even if a person didn't grow up in the Meng Clan, there will be such a skill in the body, maybe, His Majesty can distinguish it from this. "

Meng Shiyue still didn't speak, and Xiao Ran didn't dare to continue, he could only stand with his head lowered, his body slightly tense.

The cool wind blew by, it wasn't actually cold, but, like the frost of the twelfth lunar month, it penetrated into the body and chilled into the heart.

He didn't know what Meng Shiyue was thinking, and he didn't dare to look up at her. She didn't speak, but she didn't leave. This kind of Meng Shiyue gave people too much pressure.

There was already cold sweat on the forehead and palm.

(End of this chapter)