Chapter 39: Squeamish to death
"This king will go too."
Jiang Wumian left a sentence and walked out of the door, leaving everyone in the place confused.
Ye Qingwan reacted quickly, changed his clothes, and took the medicine box before he walked up and followed.
He walked fast, one step with long legs was equivalent to two or three steps of Ye Qinghuan, and Ye Qinghuan trotted to catch up with him, barely side by side with him.
"You're going too?"
"Questions?"
Ye Qingwan shook his head: "I'm just afraid that you won't get used to it." ”
The environment in the alley is not very good, compared with the palace, one in the sky and one underground, what she is afraid of is that Jiang Wumian will not adapt to it.
Jiang Wumian understood what she meant: "This king is such a squeamish person? ”
Ye Qingwan nodded naturally.
Fragile.
Squeamish to death.
The medicine should be sweet.
Jiang Wumian's face sank slightly.
Su Yu had been waiting at the gate of the palace and saw Ye Qingwan and a handsome man walking out.
"This, who is this?" Su Yu looked at Ye Qingwan suspiciously.
It can't be blamed that Su Yu doesn't know Jiang Wumian, although Jiang Wumian is famous, he lives in the palace all the year round and rarely goes out, so there are not many people who have really seen Jiang Wumian.
"His name is Jiang Wumian, and he is my medicine servant." Ye Qingwan said lightly, "Lead the way." ”
Su Yu's gaze couldn't help but stay on Jiang Wumian's body for a while, it was really rare for a man to be so beautiful.
Jiang Wumian's cold gaze shot over, Su Yu's whole body felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife, a chill, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and led the way with peace of mind.
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After passing through the alleys, I finally arrived at Su Yu's home, which was specially allocated to these poor people, and the people who lived in it were not only messy, but also did not pay attention to anything, and people came and went.
It seems that he has never seen such a beautiful person as Jiang Wumian, and many people's eyes fall on him, either admiring, or looking, or having bad intentions.
Jiang Wumian's eyes were cold, and suddenly, Ye Qingwan turned his head, stood on tiptoe, and somehow there was an extra face towel in his hand, which was directly tied to Jiang Wumian's face, revealing only a pair of eyes.
After tying up, she said, "You're so good-looking." ”
A natural compliment, without any superfluous embellishment, the eyes are extremely serious, without any sense of charm.
The girl's soft fingertips swiped over the side of his face, and with a light touch, it was inexplicable and a little hot.
Jiang Wumian stared at the girl who was not even his chest, such a small ball.
Suddenly, I remembered that she was only thirteen years old, and she was not yet in time.
Age, too young.
Jiang Wumian lowered his head suddenly, the shadow on his body circled Ye Qingwan, and his voice was lazy: "This cloth, what did you use it for before?" ”
Ye Qingwan: "Pack the medicinal herbs, don't worry, I have washed them all." ”
Jiang Wumian: "Heh......"
The face was covered, and when I didn't see it, everyone dispersed in a hurry, and Ye Qingwan said, "Let's go in!" ”
Jiang Wumian followed behind Ye Qingjuan, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
It is rumored that Ye Qing is slender, coquettish, and willful; But the Ye Qingwan he knew was quiet, indifferent, decisive and crisp!
The most important thing is that this body is a heavenly medical skill.
When I got to the house, it was a place where three people lived, and the lobby for eating and sleeping was all together, and the three of them went in, and there was no place to sit.
Jiang Wumian stood at the door, his hands back to his chest, and watched Ye Qingwan diagnose and treat.
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"Miss, the detoxification man has appeared."
The girl got up from the soft collapse, her delicate face suddenly became cold, she threw the cherry in her hand, and slowly spoke: "Let's go, I'll go over, I want to see, in this Yunling City, there are people with higher medical skills than me!" ”