Hua Shuiyue's face After the medicine was applied, she sat in front of the window in a brocade shirt and looked out of her mind, and her ears were wrapped around what the doctor had just said.

"Miss Hua, I have never seen such a disease in my thirty years of medical practice, and the preliminary judgment of the contemptible person is that it should be a toxin caused by insect bites remaining on the skin, but what kind of poison it is cannot be judged, and it may not be completely removed."

Then the doctor was beaten and scolded by Qiushui and drove away, and Hua Shuiyue was surprisingly quiet from beginning to end, with an unknown voice. Hua Shuiyue was convinced of the doctor's words, because this doctor was also well-known in the Shengtian Imperial Capital, and he once wanted to ask him to enter the palace as an imperial doctor, but he politely refused. But he has a deep interest in detoxification, and now that even he has said so, it seems that Hua Shuiyue's face is hopeless.

Hua Shuiyue gently pulled off the cloisonné hairpin that An Ling had given off on her head and called the doctor. "Doctor, please stay." "Miss Hua, what's the matter?" "It's nothing, it's just to take you."

"Marry me?"

"Yes, take your dog's life." As he spoke, he pierced the hairpin in his hand into the heart of the reply.

Hua Shuiyue looked at her hands and washed them in the basin of water, as if the petals in the basin could not wash away the smell of blood in her palms at that time.

Yang Tong Zixu entered Hua Shuiyue's boudoir from the window in this way, and said that Hua Shuiyue was an innocent lady, usually fresh and graceful in appearance, but I didn't expect the pajamas to be like this.... Sao, this low-cut belly pocket has a layer of light yarn outside, this kind of dress that wants to refuse and welcome can attract men the most, but Yang Tong Zixu is not an ordinary person, how can he be attracted by a product like Hua Shuiyue, so to speak, in Yang Tong Zixu's opinion, there are only two kinds of people in the world, Ye Yanyao is a woman, and the rest are men.

Hua Shuiyue clutched her clothes tightly and stepped back, "Who are you?" How can I enter my Prime Minister's Mansion? What do you want to do?" Yang Tong Zixu looked at her and said lightly, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can help you, don't you want to cure your face, I can help you heal." ”

Hua Shuiyue was skeptical, "How do I know you're not lying to me?" "Huh, lie to you? Is it necessary? Money? Beauty? Do you have one? ”

Hua Shuiyue glanced back, Qiushui nodded in the back, picked up the vase next to him and was about to smash it on Yang Tong Zixu's head, Yang Tong Zixu didn't even look back, stretched out a hand, and pinched Qiushui's neck, "Look for death!" ”

So far, no one has dared to challenge Yang Tong Zixu's authority. "Believe in you, sir, please let it go. Please let her go. Hua Shuiyue was so anxious that she almost knelt down and begged Yang Tong Zixu, Qiushui is no better than anyone else who can die, but Qiushui cannot. That's why Hua Shuiyue begged for Yang Tong Zixu for her.

Yang Tong Zixu let go of his hand in disgust, Qiushui regained his breath and coughed violently on the side, Yang Tong Zixu ripped off his clothes, and the black brocade was embroidered with red auspicious clouds. I wiped my hands carefully, as if there was a virus on them. Between the backhands, the whole piece of fabric ignited a fire, and in an instant, it was wiped out.

Hua Shuiyue grew her mouth in surprise on the side, Yang Tong Zixu took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, threw it on Hua Shuiyue's table, and frowned, "This, apply it to your face every day before going out." After saying that, there was no figure, Hua Shuiyue grabbed the small porcelain bottle on the table and chased out, but there was no figure for a long time.

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How could Yang Tong Zixu help Hua Shuiyue.