Mo Lingyuan was choreographed by Chu Yunyao, not only was he not angry, but his complexion softened, he put down the notebook in his hand, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, reached out and pinched her earlobe, and his tone was unconsciously a little doting: "Little child's temper, when you are angry, I will teach you again."

After a while, I will ask you to send you to the girls' school, and you can choose a major you like, and you can learn talents such as piano painting or language......"

The corners of Chu Yunyao's lips twitched, "......"

She pulled the quilt over her head, "We'll talk about it then." ”

"Don't get bored." Mo Lingyuan rescued her head from the quilt, took out a crystal gourd from his arms and stuffed it into her palm: "Don't be angry, I'll give you a gadget." ”

Chu Yunyao spread out his palm and took a look, only to see a crystal gourd with a blue and bright sky, which was worth a lot of money depending on the color and material.

If it were auctioned at an auction house in the 22nd century, it would be worth hundreds of millions to say the least.

For the sake of his sincerity, Chu Yunyao smiled with his eyebrows: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's not early, you go and rest." ”

Mo Lingyuan couldn't put it down when he saw her holding the gourd, but she was a child, and said a few more words, went out of the Moon Pavilion, and went back to Chuxing Tower, without even seeing Zeng Jiali's face.

The next day, when Mo Lingyuan went to the barracks, Chu Yunyao turned out of the courtyard wall, stopped a carriage, went straight to Baorentang, borrowed Zhang's husband's golden needle, and went to see Wen Tingyun.

When Uncle Zhang saw Chu Yunyao coming, he was very happy, and he bowed his hand again and again: "Little Medical Immortal, I finally have you here." ”

"The seven-day course of treatment has passed, has the body recovered?" Chu Yunyao followed Uncle Zhang to the backyard.

"Healed, healed." Zhang Bo praised again and again: "The medicine is the disease." ”

Wen Tingyun heard the sound of talking and rolled out of the room in a wheelchair.

The light of the morning sun sprinkled on his handsome facial features, as if coated with a layer of soft light, making him more and more clear and handsome.

Compared with the lifeless twilight of that day, the whole person seems to have passed through life and death and come back to life, revealing a sense of vitality.

"Miss Chu, Wen has finally waited for you." Wen Tingyun is as his name suggests, gentle as jade.

"Since I said I wanted to heal your leg, of course I'll come over." Chu Yunyao looked at the backyard, "What's more, this shop is exactly what I want, I must buy it." ”

Chu Yunyao squatted in front of Wen Tingyun, ordered Zhang Bo to lay his legs flat, lift his long shirt, and take off his trousers.

He took out the golden needles from his arms, lined them up, and pierced them into his acupuncture points one by one.

The cold sweat on Wen Tingyun's forehead flowed down like water, and he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Chu Yunyao's fingers rose and fell, diverting his attention: "You and Uncle Zhang are not really father and son, I guessed right, right?" ”

"Yes." Wen Tingyun's fingers grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair stiffly: "It's a long story, Miss Chu is the daughter of Chu Qingze of the Chu family?" ”

Chu Yunyao was noncommittal and continued to ask, "Who are you from the Wen family?" Didn't the Wen family leave Jincheng after going bankrupt? Why are you still here? The gold needle puncture point is a little painful, and you endure a stick of incense for a while. ”

"Do you know this?" Wen Tingyun took out a cylindrical jade from his arms.

"I don't know." Chu Yunyao shook her head, as if she had a little impression in her mind, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

"This is the dowry of the Wen family's concubine." Wen Tingyun twisted the jade.

The middle section of the jade bite was unexpectedly opened, and it was a beautifully carved seal.