Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai sat down on the bed, hesitated, and comforted comfortably. "Don't be afraid, there is a king."

"Wife and wife.." The young man looked at her. It seemed to be a little moved. He rubbed his lips and poured the soup.

As the soup went down a little bit, the child took the empty bowl in Yin Xueyuan’s hand and retreated to the back of the doctor.

As the time goes by, the teenager on the bed becomes paler and his lips are lighter, which is more like transparency.

He frowned slightly, and there was a painful color on the beautiful and delicate face, and the forehead was cold and sweaty.

Shen Mubai saw it and quickly looked at the doctor.

The doctor nodded. "I really didn't expect it." He continued. "Don't you feel that something is creeping in your stomach."

Yin Xueyuan seems to be hurting a lot, some uncomfortable daggers, a little bit of water in his eyes, and tightly grasp the sleeves of the people around him. "Wife, it hurts..."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Mubai had a red face and hesitated. He took a picture of the boy’s back and turned to see the doctor. "You said that there is a foreign body in his stomach?"

The doctor nodded. "I don't know if the prince heard the drug lord?"

The teenager's face changed slightly and his body trembled.

Shen Mubai calmed the boy and replied, "Is this not something in the rivers and lakes?"

The doctor said, "Yes, this son is being poisoned, so the body will become so weird."

"Taiwan doctors can have a way to get rid of this poison." Shen Mubai did not expect it to be so, there is no need to worry.

The doctor shook his head. "I can think of such a sinister tactic to treat the son, and only those who are proficient in this technique may be able to unravel, and the minister can do nothing."

Just like thinking of a poisonous scorpion in his body, the teenager's face is extremely ugly, showing a horrible color, and vomiting.

But nothing can be spit out, only retching.

Too medical, "The son does not have to worry, if the drug lord is not next to the swearer, you will not have your life, but the prince is still as soon as possible.. Otherwise the body of the son will have to smash sooner or later."

After the doctor left, the teenager on the couch looked stunned and his face was white, as if he had lost his soul.

Even if Shen Mubai talks with him, it is also a look of strong smile. "Wife, Xueyuan.. Is it going to live?"

"You can rest assured that this king will surely cure you, no matter what method you use." Shen Mubai comforted.

The boy nodded, but the melancholy was the melancholy and sorrow that could not be separated.

.....

Since I have returned to the palace, even though Shen Mubai is accompanying the teenager all day long, the other party looks like a okay person, but often he will be in a daze.

The male master must be immortal.

Therefore, Shen Mubai quickly sent people to investigate the news. This time, he heard that there was a smuggled river and lake in Hezhou, but the whereabouts were erratic.

When Shen Mubai thought about it, he decided to take people to Hezhou tomorrow.

When I knew that I was leaving, Ji Shuiyan would follow the demon in the demon, and spoiled and stalked. After such a trouble, there were three more in the carriage.

"Cough and cough.." The teenager covered his lips and coughed, his face pale.

Shen Mubai quickly asked, "Snow, but where is it hard to be tight?"

Yin Xueyuan shook his head and leaned on the woman's shoulder. "The rest will be fine for a while." He paused and whispered. "The wife and the wife are so good to me. How can I?"

Ji Shuiyan sees it, sour and sour airway, "Wang Ye ~ people are tired too." He pinched his shoulders, weak and boneless, "The people took care of those flowers for a while, tired and exhausted."

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The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine, the wife of the wife, I am sore (55)

The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine, the wife of the wife, I am sore (55)

Shen Mubai, "....."

She pretended not to see it and turned her face back.

Ji Shuiyan, "....."

He didn't understand it. Why did this little monk wear a weak prince and hurt and love, can't he be here?

Ji Shuiyan is not convinced, so it is a bumpy road, and it is too much to feel that the carriage is too uncomfortable, hurting his delicate skin.

"The people also want to hug, Wang Ye~"

Shen Mubai, ".. Shut up, then go back and go back."

Ji Shuiyan is very wronged to raise his lips. "Hey, I don't feel bad about me at all. Wang Ye is really bad. If you don't love, you won't love me."

Jun Shaomei squinted at the eyelids, but it seems that he does not care much about the carriage.

Miao Ren Moben did not want to come, but the moment that was brought by Ji Shuiyan, the ghost made the difference with the past.

"Cough..." Yin Xueyuan whispered, "My wife, I am a little thirsty."

Shen Mubai quickly took the water and handed it to the boy's lips. The other person was really thirsty. He was a little anxious to drink. He swallowed a few mouthfuls and licked a few times. "Cough."

Shen Mubai quickly went to shoot his back and wiped the water stains on his lips. "Slow down, don't worry."

Yin Xueyuan nodded, and his lips smiled a little bit, "I am troubled by my wife."

Wow, this little monk.

Ji Shuiyan was stunned. He was leaning weakly on the car. He was half dead and alive. "Wang Ye.. The slave is also thirsty and uncomfortable."

Shen Mubai didn't have a good air. "But is this king personally feeding you?"

Ji Shuiyan is shy, "I can do it by mouth and mouth, Wang Ye~"

Shen Mubai nodded and said, "The idea is beautiful."

Ji Shuiyan’s eyes lit up, and he quickly closed it, and some looked forward to picking up his lips.

Until a cold thing rudely blocked his mouth.

"Don't be so rude, Wang Ye, but the slaves like you like this." Ji Shui snorted.

"Look at who I am." A cold, cold voice rang out.

Ji Shuiyan quickly opened his eyes and saw a dead face of Miao Renmo, busy, "How is this alchemy stinky man."

He looked at him with sorrow and grief, "Wang Ye ~ you are so hearty ~" and then glanced at the boy.

Yin Xueyuan slightly curled up the lips.

Ji Shuiyan’s incredulous round eyes, “Wang Ye, he is sick!”

Shen Mubai turned his face and looked subconsciously. The teenager was pale and his lips were transparent. He was very sick. "Ji Gege.. I know that because of your wife, you have been misunderstood to me." He coughed A few times, my lips trembled, and I was a little excited. "But I definitely didn't pretend to lie to my wife."

Yin Xueyuan looked blank. "If it is ok, I also want to have a healthy body and serve the wife and the wife well."

If the doctor says it can still have a fake, then again, the male actor is obviously sick, and Shen Mubai is not very airy. "Hookah, if you make another trouble, the king will drop you off the bus."

"Wang Ye ~" Ji Shuiqi glanced at him with a sorrowful look, and he was angry and gnashing his teeth. "I only saw him laughing." Then he went to seek Jun Shaomei and Miao Renmo, "Is it?"

Jun Shaomei did not speak, he was always on falsehood, and his eyes opened and the boy was also a sickly appearance.

The Miao people ink shook their heads.

Ji Shui smoked, "Ming's name, are you not alchemy? You tell Wang Ye, is he sick?"

Although Miao Renmo also felt that the juvenile had a feeling that he couldn’t say it, he felt that even the people with great martial arts in the rivers and lakes could not do this, so he said coldly, "I am not a doctor, you can’t understand what is your business. Don't pull us down."

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