Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

Unable to resist Qinghe's insistence, mu Qianhua had to hand over the task of taking care of Mu Zhifei to Qinghe.

Qinghe sat on the edge of the bed, his face a little pale, his pupils trembled and full of thoughts.

"He miao'er..."

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the curtain.

Qinghe was slightly stunned. Turning around, he saw Lou Lanjun in purple standing in xianziqing and looking at her faintly.

Slightly surprised, Qinghe stood up and walked towards him, "Uncle LAN Jun, why are you here?"

Loulan crossed her and looked at Mu Zhifei on the couch, "let me have a look."

have a look?

Qinghe blinked blankly and thought of something. Qinghe was very happy and hurriedly took him inside. "Uncle LAN Jun, I just asked you to help see my aunt, but later I forgot."

He taught her all her medical skills. She was too dull to learn all his skills.

Aunt's illness, if Uncle LAN Jun is willing to help, aunt's illness will be cured soon.

Just thinking, Qinghe couldn't stop being happy.

Loulan Jun saw Mu Zhifei on the couch.

Although people are over middle age, they still have charm. Even if they are seriously ill, they still vaguely see the beauty of their youth.

Squinting, Lou Lanjun lifted his clothes and sat on the small stool in front of the bed. Looking at Qinghe, he said, "take out her hand and I'll give her a pulse!"

Qinghe quickly took Mu Zhifei's hand out of the quilt.

Lou Lanjun had only one finger to touch Mu Zhifei's wrist.

Qinghe couldn't help looking at his fingers and frowning. When can he reach his realm?!

Loulan Jun took back his fingertips and stared at Mu Zhifei silently.

Qinghe wondered, "Uncle LAN Jun..."

Lou Lanjun looked at her, "her situation is not optimistic!"

Qinghe sighed and nodded. "Aunt is less and less awake now. In order to prevent her from hurting herself when she gets sick, she can only use medicine to make her sleep."

Lou Lanjun closed his lips and didn't speak.

Qinghe couldn't help asking, "Uncle LAN Jun, what good way do you have?"

"Did you use acupuncture?" asked Lou Lanjun.

Qinghe was stunned and shook his head.

She had thought about using a needle, but her brain was a place with a lot of nerves. She didn't want to take the risk unless she had to.

To put it bluntly, she has no confidence in her skill with needles.

However, if the needle applicator is the best doctor in the world, it's another matter!

"Prepare the silver needle and warm the wine." Lou Lanjun said softly.

As soon as Qinghe heard it, he dared not neglect it and hurried to prepare.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, I saw someone who had disappeared all day, standing at the mouth of the curtain, staring at her and Lou Lanjun.

Qinghe's heart shrinks and his feet freeze in place.

Loulan Jun turned his head and looked at Qinghe. It seemed that he hadn't swept sijue in his sight, "don't go quickly."

"... Oh, I'll go." Qinghe pulled the lower lip flap and said.

Then he lowered his head and missed Si Jue and went out.

Just as I passed him, my heart pounded uncontrollably.

She thought that he should have heard such a violent heartbeat.

After taking a breath, Qinghe quickened his pace to go out.

Si Jue twisted his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Loulan Jun after Qinghe left.

"What are you doing there? Go out if you don't come in!"

Lou Lanjun stared at him.

Si Jue took a puff from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, "don't think you can yell at me at will if you save my life!"

As he spoke, he approached him.

Lou Lanjun's face remained unchanged and his tone sharpened. "Is this your attitude towards the life-saving benefactor?"

Si Jue narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I didn't ask you to save me. If you want to thank me, go to find Si Tianjin!"

"..." Lou Lan Jun frowned, pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Si Jue went to the bedside and looked down at Mu Zhifei. "Are you sure the silver needle can save my mother!"

"Not sure."

"..." Sir Si pinched his fist and frowned at him.

Loulan Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at him. In the light Lake pupil, what was printed was still the appearance of a wild, unruly, rebellious and perverse young man.

Until there was a slight rapid footsteps outside the curtain, the eye fight between them was over.

Looking at the woman who walked in gradually, Si Jue's eyes softened inadvertently.

Loulan Jun glanced at Si Jue and his eyes flashed slightly.

Instead of seeing Si Jue, Qinghe handed Lou Lanjun the prepared warm wine and the silver needle bag wrapped in cowhide, "Uncle Lanjun, I'm ready for what you want. What should I do next?"

Lou Lanjun took the things, "go out."

"..." Qinghe and Si Jue were stunned at the same time.

Qinghe said uncertainly, "Uncle LAN Jun, can I help?"

Lou Lanjun nodded, slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at her and said, "he miao'er's medical skills have improved a lot, but this time, let uncle LAN Jun come alone. Or, he miao'er can't trust uncle LAN Jun's medical skills and wants to help?"

"..." Qinghe said with a smile, "Uncle LAN Jun, I didn't mean that. If Uncle LAN Jun insists, Qinghe will step down."

Loulan Jun hooked his lips and said in a warm voice, "go out."

Qinghe nodded obediently, glanced at the Si Jue beside him, and then walked out with his head down.

As soon as Qinghe left, Loulan Jun's face sank and stared at the motionless Si Jue, "don't you think I'll allow you to stay here?"

"..." Si Jue gasped and snorted, "if something happens to my mother in your hand, I will never let you go!"

Then he shook his sleeves and walked out.

Lou Lanjun watched him leave and shook his head slightly.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at Mu Zhifei in his sleep.

If she can be cured, someone's guilt for Si Jue will probably disappear completely?

Therefore, he must do it himself to cure her.

……

Outside the door, Qinghe gently held the corridor with his hands, and his white clothes and skirts floated with the wind. His head was slightly lowered, and his hair hung down like a dark curtain, covering her face.

Xu was disturbed by the breeze. She looked shaky, as if she could be blown away by the wind at any time.

Si Jue was standing at the door, his eyes were soft and bright, and all of them fell on her.

Qinghe looked up at him. The wind blew away the long hair on both sides of her cheeks, revealing her beautiful cheeks, pink lips and black pupils.

Those eyes that looked at him were as clear as the clearest water.

Si Jue lowered his eyes slightly, covered the amazing twinkling in his eyes, but turned sideways and walked in the opposite direction.

Two cloisters, two people stand in two pairs.

It's like a hostile enemy.

Qinghexin took a hard blow, which made her take a cold breath.

He stood with his hands behind him, and the moonlight spoiled him and scattered all the light around him.

So cold and... Cold.

His eyes seemed to have been glued to him and could not be moved any more.

She doesn't understand. Isn't he out for a few days? Why did you come back?

But when he came back, why did her heart hurt more.

His eyes were sour. Qinghe took a breath and took another breath.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't breathe out the depression depressed in her heart.

I've been suffering from this sultry air for a long time.

Qinghe finally summoned up his courage and walked towards him.

Across the line, Qinghe came to him.

He looked down at her. His eyes were so cold, no, even strange.

Like a knife, it pierced Qinghe's heart.

As soon as Qinghe's eyes are astringent, tears fall down.

Like a child who is wronged and afraid of being abandoned by her parents, she reaches out and grabs his sleeve.

His eyes were red and he looked at him clearly with his lips closed.

Xu was afraid that opening her mouth would expose her fragile mood at the moment. She kept drawing her throat, but didn't say a word.

Si Jue looked at her tears, his face slightly stretched and took a breath. He was cruel and didn't open his eyes, "don't you want to marry someone else, don't you want to have nothing to do with it anymore

He looked at her with hatred. "Tuoba Qinghe, what are you doing now? What do you want me to do?"