"Why did you quarrel, Lin Luo was in poor health when he was a child, and you don't know it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Zhang Qingjiu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the two of them, looked at Jingmo's appearance, and reached out to pinch Jingmo. Jingmo was in pain, glared at Zhang Qingjiu, shook off his hand and left.

Zhang Qingjiu turned to Lin Luo with a smile and put away the fan.

"Xiao Lin Luo, you don't have to worry about him in general. Don't be angry. ”

"I'm not angry, it's just that my body is not good, and I don't know why he is so angry." Lin Luo smiled reluctantly and spread his hands helplessly.

"Don't say that, Jingmo, this kid has good medical skills, and he will definitely be able to cure your illness." Zhang Qingjiu saw Lin Luo say such frustrating words, and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

"Thank you for comforting me." Lin Luo couldn't even pull out a smile, and was just about to walk out of the door, but his hand was grabbed violently. Lin Luo was in pain, turned his head to look, and saw Jingmo glaring at her angrily. Looking at Jingmo's appearance, for some reason, a trace of sadness welled up in his heart.

Lin Luo has lived alone all these years, in his past and present lives. Even if he is scarred, he can only lick his blood secretly in the night. But now looking at Jingmo's somewhat reddened eyes, she actually had a slight urge to hug Jingmo. For some reason, Lin Luo always felt very familiar when he looked at Jingmo, like an old friend who had known each other for many years.

"Where do you want to go, die outside?" Jing Mo whispered, and put on a fox coat for Lin Luo with his other hand. There was a burst of warmth on his body, and he forcibly held back the tears in his eyes.

"You don't have to." Despite this, Lin Luo was still stubborn. Like a stubborn child.

"Cousin, how can I explain to my second uncle if you are like this." Jing Mo sighed softly, took Lin Luo's hand, and pulled him into the gorgeous inner room.

Zhiyou looked at the bookshelves that were gradually closing in the inner room, a tingle flashed in her eyes, she tried to go that way, but was hugged by Zhang Qingjiu from behind.

Zhang Qingjiu rubbed his head on Zhiyou's shoulders with his head very rogues, like a puppy. Zhiyou was shy, pulled Zhang Qingjiu's arm, and gave him an over-the-shoulder fall.

With a snap, Zhang Qingjiu was thrown to the ground unexpectedly, his bones were about to burst, and even the house trembled a few times.

"Zhang Qingjiu, if you demolish my house, I will burn down all your Baiqing Pavilion." Jingmo said with some annoyance.

Zhang Qingjiu struggled to get up and rubbed his buttocks. With a sad face, he looked at the bookshelf and resisted the desire to kick it, and glanced at the branch behind him.

I saw Zhi Youzheng looking at himself with righteousness and righteousness, with a posture of dying together. Zhang Qingjiu hurriedly waved his hand, martial arts he was not Zhiyou's opponent, otherwise he wouldn't have begged all the time.

"Zhiyou, you don't like this pavilion master like this. Tell me, apart from the poor martial arts, there is something that is not worthy of you. Zhang Qingjiu lay on the couch recliningly, trying not to take his injured place to another place.

"You're so ugly." Zhi Yu said lightly, with his hands behind his back, he walked to the other side of the room, and no longer paid attention to Zhang Qingjiu.

Zhang Qingjiu almost rolled his eyes to the sky, he rubbed his injured area with his hands, and his face was almost wrinkled into a walnut. He snorted, not knowing what he was saying.

Jingmo heard Zhang Qingjiu making such a fuss in the room, his brows furrowed angrily, and he walked straight out, standing in front of Zhang Qingjiu, without saying a word.

"Your family Zhiyou beat me, and I'm not allowed to hum a few words?" Zhang Qingjiu looked at Jingmo very aggrieved, and couldn't wait to leave a thousand tears.

"She is your daughter-in-law, and you will solve the affairs of your own family. If you make any more fuss, I'll throw you into the flowers and poison you. Jingmo said viciously, and walked in stride with a wave of his sleeves.

Zhang Qingjiu stopped humming very aggrieved, a pair of fox eyes were full of tears, like a dam about to burst, and after a while, I am afraid that it will really fly down three thousand feet.

Zhiyou didn't look at him, in Zhiyou's eyes, this Zhang Qingjiu was a ruffian, following her all day long, rubbing around, just like a ghost.

In the room, Jingmo was taking Lin Luo's pulse. Fang was in too much of a hurry, and Jingmo didn't figure out Lin Luo's illness. At this moment, Lin Luo was locked in the room, and then he calmed down to diagnose Lin Luo's pulse.

But the more he learned about Lin Luo's illness, the more unsightly Jingmo's face became, and the strength in his hands gradually increased. Lin Luo's wrist hurt more and more, but she pursed her lips and endured it all the time, and did not shout.

By the time Jingmo reacted, Lin Luo's wrist had already had a deep red mark. Jingmo looked at the red mark and felt a little guilty. Hurriedly got up and took out a very fine white cloth from the drawer, as well as a round wooden box.

Jingmo opened the box, and it contained Jingmo's homemade plaster. After Lin Luo rubbed it, the hot pain disappeared in an instant. Jingmo then used a white cloth to thin Lin Luo's wrist. The force was very light, but Lin Luo still tore in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Jingmo hurriedly raised his head and looked at Lin Luo with concern.

"It doesn't hurt, it's much lighter than just now." Lin Luo said indifferently and withdrew his hand. "I don't know what Doctor Lin can diagnose?"

"When did you find out about your illness?" Jingmo asked rhetorically.

"About four or five months ago." Lin Lu said disapprerovingly, thinking that Wang Li was also like this that day, he was really a little helpless. This disease is so incurable.

"Then why don't you cure it!" Jingmo suddenly became angry, and seemed to hate iron but not steel.

"How did I not cure it. When I was in the palace, I drank medicine every day. Lin Luo asked suspiciously, could it be that Wang Li was harming her.

"Drink medicine, your body is now not just a lung disease, your body is mixed with no less than ten kinds of poisons, this is the result of your drinking medicine." Jing Mo said angrily, "The head of the palace is unpredictable, how can you be so gullible to trust others!" ”

"What do I know?" When Lin Luo heard this, he remembered the medicine prescribed by Wang Li, which was indeed very sour. "The medicine I drank before was sour and smelled fishy. Could it really be a problem with medicine? ”

"Sour? With a fishy smell. This should not be a cure for lung disease. Jing Mo's voice was low, "Who is that imperial doctor?" ”

"The Imperial Physician's Mansion Envoy Wang Li." Lin Luo replied obediently, Wang Li was recommended by a virtual opportunity. It's not even the virtual machines around you that want to harm yourself. Thinking of this, Lin Luo's hand involuntarily clenched the placket of his clothes, and his lips trembled.

"Wang Li." Jing Mo silently read these two words, and he seemed to remember this person. is a closed disciple of Old Doctor Hu, so he shouldn't be so devoid of medical ethics. However, why did he give Lin Luo such a medicine. (To be continued.) )