Jing Yinger felt that she had a long dream, and she didn't remember what she dreamed of, but she remembered that she was very uncomfortable.

She was awakened by the hot sensation in her body, and in a daze, she felt lightheaded and uncomfortable.

"What happened?" She rubbed her temples lightly, making her forget for a moment what had happened before she fell unconscious.

She opened her eyes and saw everything around her, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

After a few moments, she remembered.

She remembered that she had been robbed from prison, and remembered the woman named Wu Chuchu.

recalled what Wu Chuchu said before she fell into a coma, saying that she wanted to change her identity, and remembering the bloody thing similar to human skin that the old man was holding in his hand, Jing Ying'er's body was shocked, and she secretly realized that it was not good.

She didn't have time to tidy up her clothes, so she staggered out of bed and ran down. There was a bronze mirror in the room, and Jing Ying'er ran straight towards it.

When she vaguely saw her face in the bronze mirror, she was stunned.

In the bronze mirror, she has changed her new appearance, except for her eyes, which are still faint brown, and she can't see her original appearance at all.

Jing Ying'er couldn't believe it, she reached out and wiped her face that didn't belong to her, her body couldn't stop shaking, and her teeth creaked.

The face shown in the bronze mirror is beautiful, the beauty is just right, and there is no fault at all.

Eyebrows and almond eyes, delicate little nose, cherry small mouth. When you don't laugh, it's already beautiful, and when you laugh, it makes the flowers in the world lose their color.

Jing Yinger carefully touched this new face of her own, and her mood was extremely complicated. Surprised is joy, happy that I can have a new face and a new identity every month.

"How? Are you satisfied? Wu Chuchu didn't know when he had appeared behind Jing Ying'er.

Hearing this, Jing Ying'er turned her head and looked at Wu Chuchu, who was standing at the door with her arms crossed, and looked at herself, obviously satisfied with her new face.

"Lao Lin's technique is good, and he can't see any flaws at all. Your face now is much better looking than before, but you have the appearance of a closed moon and a sinking fish and a goose. Wu Chuchu stepped forward and took a closer look at Jing Ying'er, and then praised.

At this time, Jing Ying'er had not been able to recover from the shock, she stared at herself in the bronze mirror for a long time, and it was difficult for her to suddenly accept that her appearance had changed.

"It's very good." Jing Ying'er opened her mouth and said honestly.

A sly smile flashed in Wu Chuchu's eyes, and he said inducingly: "I can only help you get here, and the rest is up to you."

"Hmm." Jing Ying'er knew what Wu Chuchu's intentions were, and she didn't care at all that Wu Chuchu was using herself.

As long as she can take revenge and make Fu Ruolan die a good death, she doesn't mind the rest.

Wu Chuchu's hand slid over Jing Ying'er's shoulder, her fingers gently controlled her hair, and the voice echoed in her ears: "Waiting for your good news."

Jing Yinger doesn't care about abandoning her former appearance at all, and she doesn't care about abandoning her former identity.

The former identity was a burden and a shame for Jing Yinger. Now she is no longer Jing Ying'er, but a reborn person.

In the bronze mirror, it already belonged to him, but there was still a faint smile on his unfamiliar face.

Her fists clenched, and she told herself in her heart that there was going to be a good show ahead.

She wants to ruin Fu Ruolan, ruin this Fu Ruolan, who was born stronger than herself, will always be high and look down on herself.

Feng Ming's side has been busy since he promised Fu Ruolan that he would help the poor people, and the number of times he appeared in front of her was much less.

The plague patients in the city have all been diagnosed and treated by Fu Ruolan, and she can be regarded as a temporary end here.

It's just that I didn't expect that after the treatment, as soon as Fu Ruolan's heart relaxed, the person fell ill.

Wen Mingxu touched Fu Ruolan's forehead and found that it was extremely hot, touched his pulse again, looked at his eyes, and made sure that Fu Ruolan was just catching a cold, so he was temporarily relieved.

Before Menghua could react, Wen Mingxu directly picked up Fu Ruolan and walked towards the residence.

Fu Ruolan should have been too busy during this time, and she hadn't rested well, and her body was weak, so she had typhoid fever.

"Wen Mingxu, you let me down, I can go by myself." Fu Ruolan felt that the people around her were looking at them, and she said weakly with half-open eyes.

Wen Mingxu looked at Fu Ruolan, who was blushing in his arms, and shook his head helplessly: "How are you going to walk like this?" You're still obedient, I'll send you back. ”

Fu Ruolan knew that it was useless for her to resist no matter how much she resisted, she was really tired, so she fell asleep in Wen Mingxu's arms.

Menghua has been following them closely, ready to help at any time. Seeing Fu Ruolan falling, she was extremely distressed, and she wished that the person who fell was herself.

"It's just typhoid fever, just rest for a few days, don't worry." Wen Mingxu sensed Menghua's worry, so he thoughtfully opened his mouth to comfort him.

Hearing Wen Mingxu say this, Menghua was a little relieved. She owed Wen Mingxu and replied, "It's troublesome."

"It should." Wen Mingxu hugged Fu Ruolan and felt that she was thin and small.

He folded his arms a little more and hugged her into his arms again. The steps under his feet are also a little bigger, but the upper body is trying to keep it steady.

After arriving at the residence, Menghua waited for Fu Ruolan to take off her coat and spread her hair. wrung out a handkerchief soaked in cold water and put it on Fu Ruolan's forehead to cool down, so that she could feel better.

Wen Mingxu went to grab the medicine and personally decocted the medicine for Fu Ruolan. When the medicine is cold, don't you have to feed Fu Guo's medicine in person.

Menghua originally wanted to take the medicine bowl from Wen Mingxu's hand to feed the medicine, but seeing that he was so active and caring, it was not easy to snatch it from him again.

"Childe, tell me if you need anything." Menghua asked softly.

"You go and make some porridge, and let Ruolan drink it later." Wen Mingxu knew that Fu Ruolan hadn't eaten yet, although she might have a bad appetite, she had to drink some porridge to supplement some nutrients.

Menghua took the order and left quickly, and the provincial self was an eyesore here.

There were only two people left in the room, Wen Mingxu and Fu Ruolan, and Wen Mingxu softly coaxed Fu Ruolan to drink medicine.

"Bitter." Fu Ruolan practiced medicine to see a doctor, but when she was sick, she was reluctant to drink medicine.

She didn't want to open her mouth anyway, Wen Mingxu tried her best to coax her and make her open her mouth: "How can the disease get better if you don't drink medicine?"

"Ruolan has to be well-behaved, obediently drink the medicine and give you some honey sweet mouth." Wen Mingxu was gentle and considerate, coaxing Fu Ruolan like a child.

If he could, he was willing to coax Fu Ruolan for the rest of his life.