The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

"She's your favorite daughter. Don't you want to see her again?" Shangguanrui didn't break away, just looked at him calmly.

Suddenly and hard shook his head, red eyes gradually blurred, he said astringently: "you want me to do, I have done all, his head you should also see, I just hope in the future, you can take good care of doya, help her recover, let her carefree until old, OK?"

Shangguanrui's eyes flashed a struggle, neither agreed nor said no.

Suddenly and anxiously looking at him, the corners of his lips had shed black blood, and song Qingqing was secretly frightened. It was only a moment, and the toxin had infiltrated into the viscera. Fortunately, mousse had died, otherwise, even she could not think of a way to control the poison.

"If you don't promise me, I won't die." Suddenly he began to speak with a trembling voice.

"Daddy Doya seems to have a heart feeling, she rushed in from the outside regardless of everything, pounced on the bedside of suddenly and.

I saw his eyes gradually gentle up, fell on doya, with deep attachment and desire: "good daughter, Dad can't protect you from now on, you want to be good, understand?"

"No, I don't want to be good, I want Dad!" Doya was in tears.

Suddenly and smile: "silly girl, people are going to die, or die of old age, or die of illness, or die of war, dad did something wrong, was punished by God, this is enough, there is no good heartache."

Doya looked at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down her eyes. "What can I do when you're gone? I also want to raise horses with you and be filial to you. Why did you leave first? "

Suddenly he reached out and stroked her soft hair, eyes gradually lax: "my good daughter, your heart dad felt, but Dad can no longer accompany you on the road in the future, let him replace dad." With that, the other hand suddenly clenched shangguanrui, closed his eyes and died.

"Daddy Doya's heartrending cry immediately rang through the general's house.

Song Qingqing stood in the corridor and looked at the bleak courtyard. The general's house was no longer the glory of the past. Most of the people were dismissed, and all of them were dressed in heavy filial piety to watch the funeral.

Shangguanrui used thunder to quickly strangle the members of muse. His method was extremely fierce, and none of the diehard loyalists was left, including his family. The whole tartar Dynasty people were in unprecedented fear.

They are worried about whether the butcher's knife will fall on their necks one day. After all, they agree to support Damus to become king.

Just when they were worried, the killing stopped, and the tartar officials who had been prisoners resumed their official posts and began to deal with government affairs.

However, in a short period of one month, the tartar Dynasty experienced great changes. Not long after he became the king of Tartars, Mu Si died. Suddenly, he and his followers, shangguanrui, the king of Tartars, went back to the court and began to regulate the court.

Song Qingqing is anxiously waiting for the military report of Luo tower. After a long time, she doesn't know where ah Sheng has gone and whether they have returned to the capital safely. However, no matter who she sends to urge, the answer is still no news.

She forced to close her eyes, uneasily clenched her fingers, said: "no news should be good news." It seems that I can only comfort myself.

At this time, Green Toad's report came from outside: "miss doya, please see the master."

Song Qingqing eased his mood, nodded and said, "let her in!"

Doya was very thin, because she was still in filial piety. She was dressed in white and looked miserable. Especially when her face was covered by white gauze, she was a little more immortal than before.

Song tilted up and down to look at her, looking at her brow congealed melancholy, can't help but ask: "are you ready?"

Doya's eyes suddenly flashed a fluster, and she bit her lip anxiously. She was silent for a moment and then said: "is there really any hope that it can be cured?"

Song Qing nodded: "I promised your father to help you cure your face, and this is what shangguanrui hopes."

One of doya's eyes suddenly became brilliant, just like the calm water suddenly broke the calm, and the halo gradually came out.

Song Qing can't help sighing, this little girl, still can't forget her love.

"King, does he really care about my appearance?" Doya asked nervously.

Song Qingqing mercilessly interrupted her fantasy: "what he cares about is the promise to your father."

A touch of shame flashed over doya's face. She couldn't help covering her face and crying: "I'm sorry, I'm so amorous. Please help me. How can I forget him? Every time I see him, my heart hurts and feels so bad. In this world, I have no family anymore, only him."

Song Qingqing frowned and couldn't help looking at Yao Qing who followed her and said, "don't you still have those people who are loyal to you? They love you and care about you

Doya slowly stopped crying. Yes, since her father died, his loyal servants have never left, especially Yao Qing. He was clearly the commander of the three armed forces, but he gave up his right and returned to her as a guard.

Song Qingqing saw that she gradually calmed down and said, "you are not alone. As long as you are positive in your heart, then life will become more and more beautiful. Women don't have to be men to live happily. Don't you like raising horses? When your face is healed, you can do it

Dora's heart rekindled hope. If the flame in her eyes was because of shangguanrui before, now, she is really for herself.

She frowned at the glowing sunflower not far away and couldn't help saying, "you're right. I want to cheer up again. My dead father won't see me depressed all day."

Listening to her saying this, Yao Qing, who is not far away, can't help reddening her eyes. His young lady has finally opened her mind and won't wash her face with tears all day long.

Song Qingqing begins to prepare for the operation for doya, but shangguanrui is still busy. After all, the tartar city has just been taken back, and there are many things to deal with. In addition, the three armies need to be renovated, so he almost spends most of his time in the court.

But he was still thinking about song Qingqing. He often asked the chef to make delicate and delicious dishes, and then sent someone to deliver them.

While eating, song Qingqing looked at doya sitting in front of him: "this kind of operation is called skin grafting. I need to transplant your intact skin to your injured face."