Push?

Push her out and give it away?

The last time she got married, she was pushed out like this.

Not to mention before she solves the mystery of her heart...... She won't leave easily.

"Brother Lao bothered."

She spoke in a detached tone, and politely bent her knees slightly.

The look is different from the ostentatious indulgence on weekdays.

"Hmm."

Ming Anfeng made a face, his eyes were withdrawn from An Rou, and his big palm stroked his daughter's soft hair again.

From the angle of his eyes, I could just see the scabbed red marks on his palms when he raised his palms, and some small red spots, like marks left by thin and pointed embroidery needles.

Ming Anfeng coaxed his daughter, "Today's winter solstice, embroider a few small flower cloths." For the sake of the Father, go and coax your mother. ”

Ming's eyes lowered her apricot eyes, and her heart suddenly burned with emotion.

The love in the world is not in the morning and twilight, but only in the evening.

If the male protagonist is not as merciful as the central air conditioner, maybe the original owner can still live a comfortable life before he dies.

Ming Chuluo spoke, "Cousin, I won't learn from you, my father will find me the best embroiderer in Kyoto." ”

She raised her head, her voice soft, and the deer's eyes were shining with pride.

"Hmm."

With bright eyes, he smiled lightly and sat back in front of the embroidery frame.

The peony lay alone on the cloth as thin as Zen wings.

She was about to drop a stitch, but was interrupted by Ming Anrou's stunned voice.

"Luo'er's neck, what's the rash?"

When it was close to noon, Ming Anrou turned her head at first glance, and saw a fine and dense red rash on the white neck of Ming Anluo, who was standing beside Ming Yan.

It's cold, won't it be allergies?

"Auntie, Luo'er's neck?"

Ming Chu was slightly stunned, and now she gradually began to feel some itching on her neck.

I really wanted to scratch it, but the upbringing of the noble girl made it impossible for her to make such vulgar movements.

So she desperately held her fingers to suppress her desires.

Ming's eyes swept over the figure behind him, and sure enough, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there was a red dot where his chin fell down and his neck went up.

She got up and called the maidservant beside her to find the doctor.

*

The inner house of the Falling Cloud Pavilion

"Miss, this is allergic, I wonder what things Miss came into contact with today?"

"My cousin's embroidery, as well as the embroidery needles, cloths, bandages, and frames in the embroidery room."

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, her eyes were red, she was so itchy that she pinched out hideous fingerprints in her palms, and her voice trembled.

"Has Miss ever had a similar illness?"

She shook her head, she had never had a rash since she could remember, not even a serious illness.

"In this way, the old man prescribes a few pairs of medicines first, and if he can't find the cause, it's not a big deal, so he will recover from the disease first."

The doctor who was invited to see the doctor was an elegant and patient old gentleman, who spoke softly.

Bright eyes frowned.

Since she came, there has been a lot of trouble in this house.

It is estimated that after the original owner returned to the General's Mansion, he was also struggling like her.

"I heard that the next person said that Luo'er is allergic?"

Yun pushed open the door, followed by two servants, one of whom was Ah He, who had finished confinement.

The doctor bent down and said, "Madame, is it...... I wonder if Miss was exposed to anything she was allergic to when she was young? It's better to avoid it in the future. ”

Yun's eyes, who were wearing a light yellow cotton jacket, were dyed with subtle thoughts.

After a long time, her eyes flashed from her bright eyes, and her red lips opened slightly.

"When she was young, she was allergic to her eldest aunt, and it seems that it was because of a taste of herbs, which Jiangnan people are used to."