Royal Beloved Black Wife

   Chapter 111 嗖Ni, seek medical attention (4)

   "This hairpin is really beautiful." Dan Ju praised it for the first time, "If I hadn't seen you buy it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a New Year's gift from the Empress."

  Purple gold jewelry is not worn by ordinary people, and even if she wears it, it is fake. People in the house, including Shen shi, think she is wearing a fake, so even if she thinks it looks good, she doesn't praise it much.

  Chu Qianqian bent the corners of her lips and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Today, looking at this face again, she no longer has the unfamiliar feeling she used to feel, and occasionally she will think, maybe, she is really Chu Qianqian: "Well, it's pretty, next time I buy jewelry, I'll go to her again. Family."

  Danju smiled and said: "Next time, there will be more opportunities, her house is very close to our house!" She was talking about the shops of both parties.

   Dressed neatly and wiped off some antifreeze condensation, Chu Qianqian went to the Ming Hall, where the little buns couldn't wait. One of them was wearing a sapphire blue brocade suit and the other was wearing a pink short jacket and long skirt. They held hands and looked like little adults.

  Chu Qianqian took the small red cloak from Qingluo and put it on the two of them, and then went out the door holding one in one hand.

  Shen shi was still worried, and chased after him: "Listen to your sister, don't run around, don't cause trouble! Especially Chu Mo, you must not be rude, you know? Ah! Nightpot! Bring the nightpot with you!"

  Chu Mo's face instantly flushed red.

The little buns’ impression of prosperity still stays at the time when they visited the county town to hold the New Year’s goods. The fireworks shop, the clothing shop, the noodle restaurant, the food stall… It was so lively, I thought the capital would be as lively as there, but when I came, I found out, my **** ! Where is it lively? It's a huge crowd at all!

   "Wow! Sister, look! What is that?" Chu Mo couldn't wait to lift the curtain, pointed to a booth with many glazed and glittering objects, and asked excitedly.

  Chu Qianqian took a look at the situation and said, "That, it's sugar art, animals and flowers made of sugar, do you want it?"

  Chu Mo was stunned, there is such a magical candy in this world!

   "I want, I want!" He nodded as if pounding garlic, then looked at Chu Yan, "Do you want Yan'er?"

  Chu Yan certainly wants it.

  Chu Qianqian asked the driver to stop the carriage, then put on a light blue curtain, and led Danju and Danju to the sugar art stall.

The man who sold the sugar art was a spirited grandfather. When he saw a very temperamental woman with two children carved in pink and jade, and a charming maid came to him, he felt warm. The feeling of the warm sunshine.

   "Madam, Young Master, Young Miss, what do you want?" He asked with a bright smile, and recognized Chu Qianqian as the child's mother again.

  Chu Qianqian didn't mind, asked for a little monkey and asked Danju what he wanted.

  Danju knew that this thing looked beautiful and tasted far inferior to the craftsmanship of the eldest lady, but she still happily asked for a peony for the Spring Festival.

   "Little Young Master, Little Miss, how about you?" The old grandpa asked, looking at the little buns who were almost dazzling.

   They actually want all of them, little monkeys, little rabbits, little pigeons...

   It was Chu Yan who spoke first: "Just like my sister, I want a little monkey."

  Chu Mo pouted his lips and said, "Well, I want a little monkey too."

   Three people, one of them walked away with a little monkey.

   Behind them, passersby started talking.

   "Whose child is that? Like a doll in a New Year's picture."

   "Their mother is also beautiful. You didn't see her hands, they were like jade carvings."

  I met such a pleasing person early in the morning, and my mood subconsciously improved a lot. Everyone said a word to me, and the smile gradually spread in the crowd.

   But not everyone is so happy. For example, the Prince's Palace is full of melancholy clouds.

   "Still can't wake up?" Zhuge Yan went to the toilet, and when he returned, another clerk checked Yao Xi's pulse, but this clerk, like the previous imperial physicians, doctors, and langzhong, shook his head and sighed.

   Langzhong cupped his hands and said, "Excuse Caomin to say bluntly, from the pulse condition alone, Miss Yao is fine, but why doesn't she wake up so late, Caomin... Caomin doesn't know and can't do anything."

   Zhuge Yan kicked the stool over in anger!

   The maid gave Langzhong a wink, and Langzhong retired with a medicine box on his back.

The maid looked at the emaciated young man who hadn't closed his eyes for three nights in a row, and looked like he was ten years old, and said distressedly: "My lord, listen to the servant's advice, take a break, ah? What a toss! If even you fall ill, Miss Yao will really have no hope of waking up!"

Zhuge Yan sat down on the chair, his eyes were red and said: "I waited for so many years for an opportunity to enter Beijing, and I finally found her, but she couldn't even get sick without anyone knowing that I was hers. Now. Sande, you say, will she be the same as last time..."

   The maid hurriedly interrupted him: "No, no! Definitely not! The doctors have seen her and said that she is alright. Since she is alright, there will be no danger to her life."

   Zhuge Yan nodded with red eyes, and soon shook his head again: "Then why is she always awake?"

   "This..." The servant was in trouble.

  People are not afraid of getting sick, but they are afraid that they don’t know what disease they have. Because they don’t know, they can’t prescribe medicine, let alone cure them.

   The Servant fell into a deep silence.

   Zhuge Yan scratched his head and scratched his cheeks anxiously: "Why can even the dead be resurrected, but she can't wake up even a living person?"

  Dead...Resurrection?

Yes! Why didn't he think of it?

   The inner servant opened his reunited eyes and said, "My lord, this servant thinks of someone who, perhaps, can cure Miss Yao's disease!"

   "Who? Who can treat him?" In the quaint bedroom, Mrs. Zhang looked at the servant in front of him with a shocked expression.

   The little servant scratched his head and smiled: "We were in a hurry yesterday, and we didn't even remember such a key person!"

   Mr. Zhang frowned, puzzled.

   The little servant said again: "Just think about it, who healed a disease that a great doctor couldn't heal, who healed a leg that a great doctor couldn't heal, and who took back the Fourth Prince from Lord Yama!"

   (end of this chapter)