Ghost Realm, Meng Po's Mansion.

Looking through the bronze mirror on the dresser, looking at the little milk bag in the world, and the back of leaving the cellar with Qianming, Meng Po turned her head to look at the young man: "Lu Jue, are you really sure, did she drink the soup?" "This little girl is very ghostly, she will drink soup if she says something to give a golden finger, but what if, this little girl lied to her?

Lu Jue sorted out the list of registered reincarnations, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the woman's delicate face: "We have no right to interfere in her affairs now." "In other words, even if Qian Su really still has modern memories and doesn't really drink Meng Po soup, no one in the ghost world can care anymore, after all......

*

General's Palace.

Shen Yunhe clenched his handkerchief with a worried face.

Half an hour passed.

Shen Yunhe turned over and looked at the national teacher wearing a fox mask beside him.

"Didn't you say that the plan was foolproof, why haven't you heard the news of Qianying until now?"

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of the national teacher's mouth, he stretched out his fingers, hugged Shen Yunhe's waist, and stared at Shen Yunhe's pupils with narrow fox eyes.

"Don't worry, your little heart will not die, but it is Qianyue, you have to watch carefully." As he spoke, the national teacher's fingers grabbed Shen Yunhe's belt.

*

The whiplash on the little milk bag was painful, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, a pair of fingers with skin like snow, tightly grasped Qianming's arm, tears hit her eyes, and she said with a twitch: "Brother, brother, crispy, I want to give you medicine for your wound." ”

Qian Ming looked at the little milk bag and cried again, frowning slightly.

"You're soaking wet, go change your clothes, you don't need to come to this kind of thing."

The little milk bag sneezed, his fingers clenched Qianming's arm, and the pink-carved baby face showed a pitiful expression, and the tears still couldn't be stopped, and they fell on Qianming's arm.

"Brother thinks that crispy can't be medicated? Crispy will be medicated, Crispy is always easy to get hurt, and he is used to medicating himself. After the little milk bag finished speaking, he let go of Qianming's arm, took out the handkerchief in his pocket with a pair of small soft hands, and gently wiped the blood on Qianming's forehead.

Qian Ming stiffened violently, looked at the little milk bag that was very close to him, and was wiping his forehead, subconsciously turned his head, looked at the curtain next to the bed, and opened his thin red lips lightly: "There are so many people in the general's mansion, why are you taking the medicine yourself?" ”

Qian Su rubbed the little boy's forehead slightly.

Moment.

Qiansu's voice was soft, and she said: "Sister Qianyue told those subordinates that Crispy is not her father's daughter, so the subordinates don't take Crispy seriously." ”

The little boy was stunned.

The next second.

The little boy turned his head to stare at Qianshu's eyes, which were as wet as a fawn, and he looked strange.

The little rabbit is not a father, the biological concubine is a daughter, but it is with the surname of the Qianjia, could it be that Qiansu is the daughter born to a certain concubine of the father, and the red apricot is out of the wall?

Qian Su looked at the little boy's strange look, and she was suddenly aggrieved: "Is my brother like those people, using Su Su as a wild clock?" ”

Qianying's lips opened, and he spoke very quickly: "I don't think so. ”

The eyes of the little milk bag were red again, tears were shed, and a soft little hand let go of the handkerchief that wiped his forehead.

Qian Ming grabbed the handkerchief that fell on his face, and suddenly became irritable in his heart, and he stared at the little milk bag with fierce eyes.

"Don't cry, if you cry again, don't want to come into my room tonight."

When the little milk bag heard Qianming's words, she was stunned.

The next moment.

Xiao Milk Bao stood up, left the bed, two small soft hands clenched into fists, staring at Qianming's fierce eyes, puffing out: "If you don't enter, you won't enter, hum." ”

Qian Ming was stunned.

He didn't expect the little rabbit to say this, he thought that the little rabbit was so afraid of nightmares that he would definitely ......

Qianshu's two small soft hands let go of their fists and wiped the tears from their faces, their eyes as if they were bubbling with fire.

"Brother, Crispy is gone, Crispy will never come back."

The little milk bag twisted around, grabbed the corners of the pink skirt with soft little hands, lifted her feet, and took a step.

Qian Ming looked at the slow footsteps of the little milk bag, and the corners of his mouth hooked a faint smile.

The little milk bag turned around, her cute and clear eyes, and glared at Qianming fiercely.

Qian Ying frowned: "What are you glaring at me for?" ”

The little milk bag puffed up her chest and snorted proudly, and then, she turned sideways and ran out of the bedroom with fast steps.

Qianming: "......"

*

An hour has passed, and he hasn't seen the little rabbit running back to him, and Qianming is inexplicably a little upset for some reason.

Small. Thousand. Flaky. Rabbit. Zizi held the medicine bowl in his hand, and walked into the bedroom with the sound of da-da-da.

Qian Ming lay on the bed on his side, his eyes looked at the handkerchief and rabbit jade pendant in his hand, he pursed his red lips, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Qian Su looked at Qian Ming's sideways back, her cheeks bulged, she lifted a spoon, took out a spoonful of medicine in the bowl, blew lightly, she put the spoon on her small mouth, and took a sip of medicine.

The little milk bag tasted the bitter medicine in his mouth, wrinkled his nose, frowned, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

Woo, this medicine is too hard to drink, better than Meng Po's boiling. Eminent. Old woman. Brand. Poison. The soup was still unpalatable, and she finally understood what was considered a good medicine and a bitter taste.

Thinking about this, Qian Su swallowed the bitter medicine in his mouth.

The little milk bag rested the medicine bowl on the table in front of the bed.

Qian Su raised her soft hand and took out the toffee in her pocket.

Moment.

A few small pieces of toffee were thrown into the medicine bowl and stirred with a spoon.

When the toffee was about to melt, the little milk bag opened her mouth and said in a sweet voice: "Brother, get up and take medicine." ”

Qian Ming turned over and saw the little milk bag with a change of clothes, his eyes were indifferent, as if there was no trace of waves in his eyes.

"You got the medicine?" The tone of the little boy at this time was like a pool of stagnant water.

Qian Su shook his head and smiled softly: "No, Su Su wanted to feed the medicine to his brother, so he brought the medicine boiled by the maid sister directly." ”

When the little boy heard this, he said "um" with a calm expression.

Qian Su stretched out a soft hand and picked up the medicine bowl on the table.

Qian Ming saw the little milk bag, the three whiplashes on the white wrist, and the fingertips of his holding the rabbit jade pendant trembled instantly.

Holding the spoon in her other hand, she lowered her head to the spoon that had just been filled with the potion, and blew softly.

Qian Su raised his head and looked at Qian Ming, who suddenly sat up, and his eyes changed.

The little boy touched Qianshu's eyes, pursed his lower lip a little uncomfortably, and said, "What are you doing looking at me like this?" "There's something wrong with the little bunny.

Qian Su raised the spoon and raised it to the little boy's red lips, she smiled in her eyes, and said softly: "I didn't do anything, I just looked at my brother, brother, there is sugar in the medicine, it's not bitter, my brother can drink it with confidence." ”

He is not afraid of hardship, so he has nothing to drink.

The little boy thought so, glanced at Qianshu, looked down at the spoon and the medicine bowl, and his voice was faint: "Hmm." ”

"Then you are fed the medicine, brother, don't be emotional." After Qian Su finished speaking, he began to feed the medicine.

Qianming cooperated with the opening of his mouth and drank the medicine.

What I thought in my mind was that he was not a three-year-old child, and he didn't get emotional at all.