It feels so bad! Obviously, his brain has cleared up, but he is so weak that he can't even move his toes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The pain came from the mole in the back of my head!

And the hot right palm.

He was lying flat on a rattan couch, his right hand was tightly held and sucked by another thick big hand, Ting Huan barely rolled his eyes to see that the owner of this big hand turned out to be Nangong! His expression was like that of a solemn and compassionate Buddha in the Mahavira Temple, and only his trembling brow revealed his hidden pain.

What is the Maharaja going to do?

Finding that Ting Huan was looking at himself, he gave her a reassuring smile.

No, no! I don't want it!

Ting Huan suddenly understood.

Nangong, who knew that he didn't have much time to come, actually lost the remaining spiritual power to himself, this is the compensation he said! After losing his spiritual power, he will be wiped out like the spirits of Tsutoku!

Isn't that a sorrowful person going to die? I don't want to!

Ting Huan used all his strength to get rid of his hand.

He felt it, and with an annoyed and shocked look, he sucked her palm.

One insisted on breaking free, the other resolutely insisted on letting go, and both of them were extremely physically exhausted during the stalemate!

The late autumn night was so cool, the foreheads of both of them were covered with beads of sweat, especially Nangong, his face was frighteningly pale under the moonlight!

In a hurry, Tinghuan cried!

But there was an echoing word in his ear.

"Xiao Ling don't struggle, he will only consume the spiritual power of the Great King in vain!"

At the same time, a white figure like a dragon floated like lightning.

A misty air mass suddenly dispersed in front of Ting Huan's eyes, everything she saw became blurry, her will relaxed, and she naturally gave up resistance.

"The Maharaja is already very weak, he doesn't want to linger, he doesn't want Su Ji and you to see his last old appearance, and he insists on giving you the last bit of spiritual power!"

Ting Huan knew that the person who spoke was Ao Cang.

His voice is as strong as the mountain wind, and it will never be forgotten.

Ting Huan looked at him, although there was a mist of fog, but his face was seen clearly for the first time, the face that was not angry, unhappy, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and as quiet as auspicious clouds, and his eyes were as bright and lofty as the moon.

"With his spiritual power, you have a little bit of his qualities......"

"Determination and courage, as well as the six arts that he has been immersed in for many years, these are the things that he wants to leave to you"

looked at Ting Huan's tears slowly shed.

Ao Cang softened his voice and said, "Close your eyes!" ”

Ting Huan closed his eyes obediently, only feeling that something soft wiped away his tears.

The whole person is like being in a stormy wave, unable to distinguish the direction of rotation, the mole on the back of the head is hot and painful, and gradually enters an unconscious state......

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.

Ting Huan woke up in her own bed, she moved her hands and feet, and found that her whole body was full of strength.

"Maharaja!" She let out a low cry, got up, and ran to Nangong and Suji's room before she had time to make up.

When I opened the door, I saw Suhime sitting on the bed with her back to the door, and there was still a quiet smell in the room.

"Don't come in......," she said, her voice still soft, her long hair falling so far that it almost fell to the ground, scented with jasmine, and a magnificent purple silk bedrobe embroidered with moire hung down.

"He's gone, I know ......"

"From two months ago I noticed that he was getting weaker and weaker, and he was often locked up in the house by himself, and he secretly hid his hair.

Since he doesn't want me to know, then I don't know, he loves my smile, so I'll laugh at him every day......"

"I knew that day was coming soon, and since that day he said that your mole is hot because he met that person...... I knew when he said he wanted to leave something useful for you......"

Who is that person? Ting Huan's heart was pounding, could it be that the person he was waiting for appeared?

Su Ji's voice was sweet and satisfied, like a woman immersed in love, but this tone made Ting Huan feel worried.

"Don't worry! Ting Huan, I am a woman of the Maharaja, and I can enjoy the morning and twilight, but I will not be destroyed by life and death; I'm going to live a good life, because he wants to see."

"You go out, I'll be alone for a while......"

Ting Huan thought about it and said something that if he didn't say it, Su Ji would believe it.

"Don't worry, I will always keep you, and it won't be ......"

Ting Huan slowly turned around and left.

It was probably Nangong's spiritual power that worked in her body, and she found that she was not sad, but something similar to pride.

Suhime smiled with tears in her eyes.

This tone is so similar to Nangong!

It was early the next morning.

As soon as Ting Huan came downstairs, he saw the radiant Su Ji dressed up and setting up breakfast in person.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Tinghuan is up? Come to breakfast, call everyone in when you're done, I have something to say! ”

"Hey!" Tinghuan responded, picked up the bowl and secretly looked at her uneasily.

Although the eyes are a little swollen, they are smeared with just the right amount of fat powder, and their eyes are mellow, Chu Chu is moving, and the red lips are like fire, which is still charming.

Good! Crisp Ji should be beautiful, all the time! In this way, Nangong will be happy.

"Mother, I'll accompany you to buy new clothes this afternoon, and then go buy some rouge gouache," she added after taking a sip of soy milk.

"Buy the most expensive one, buy whatever is expensive!"

Sue Ji laughed out loud.

"The person who loves me the most now is my daughter!"

"Hmm," Ting Huan nodded solemnly.

This majesty is also very similar to Nangong.

Everyone stood in the courtyard, including the bench waiting for Suhime to pat his head and the coquettish Kituan.

"In the future, Miss will have the final say in this shop! and asked me about the affairs of the house; Our lord has gone on a wandering, and may come back one day; If an outsider asks, he will say so.

You are all rare and loyal servants, we rely on you to take care of your home and shop, and you rely on us to survive decently...... Therefore, it is good to continue to treat each other sincerely in the future! ”

Facing the rising sun, she smiled, but she did not lose her majesty.

"Although your young lady is young, she has ambition in her heart, and she is smart and hardworking! You can't go wrong with a shopkeeper like this!

Okay, that's all there is to it, let's get to work! ”

Since then, Jijin has done a bookkeeper and a receiver, and Guang'an has mainly received cabinets.

Shengyi brought a little apprentice to stay in the workshop, performing their duties and having fun.

"Shopkeeper, I'm going to install the lock of the small wooden box today, and the shopkeeper called someone to bring the three little handles early in the morning, do you want to take a look?"

Raw clothes rolled up his sleeves and asked with a smile on his face.

The craftsman's hands are thick but flexible, and the blood vessels on the arms are bulging and clear.

"Good!" Ting Huan put down the sketch and followed him to the workshop in the backyard.

The small gall wooden box is placed on a round wooden turntable, so delicate and lovely, and the lock surface is placed next to it, and you can know that there is a blood relationship at a glance.