"If you like it, Miss!"

Wuge finally breathed a sigh of relief, although there was no shortage of people around Miss to take care of, but those people would leave sooner or later.

Just like the head of the family, sooner or later he will have a wife and children.

At that time, even if it hurts Miss again, there will be times when you are too busy to take care of it.

It would be great if the gentleman could be by the side of the young lady for the rest of his life.

"Actually, miss, I don't think there's anything wrong with that!"

Seeing that Gui Chu was a little thoughtful, Wuge hurriedly quipped.

"Do you think, if others see this, they will all know that your lord loves you, do you dare to provoke us?"

Gui Chu snorted lightly and scolded with a smile.

"It's just that you're crooked!"

Wuge was obviously not convinced, and raised his eyebrows.

"Miss, don't believe it, if one day, other women have also left traces on their bodies, I see if you are in a hurry!"

Gui Chu was stunned for a moment, thinking of such a scene, and his heart immediately felt a sour and sour astringency.

Seeing her face change, Wuge hurriedly stopped her mouth, a little at a loss.

"Miss, I'm ......"

Bah! Dog's mouth!

"Okay, it's okay, let's make up for me!"

Seeing that she blamed herself, Gui Chu hurriedly took her hand and signaled that she didn't have to take it to heart.

After all, between her and him, that person is not allowed.

"Good ......"

Wu Song should arrive, and he didn't speak anymore, but secretly thought in his heart that he couldn't stimulate Miss like this in the future.

And at this time, in the vast tomb palace.

Lian Fuyin sat on the edge of the couch, his face gloomy.

"My lord, the prince is just having a fever, wait for the old minister to prescribe the medicine, feed him to take it, and then dissipate the heat."

The old imperial doctor touched the sweat oozing from his forehead, and complained in his heart.

Originally, consulting these imperial relatives was a job to hang their heads on the file.

But this Lord Lian, his face should not be so ugly.

I don't know, I thought it was your old wife who was pregnant with Rokko lying on this couch!

As soon as he said this, Lian Fuyin breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still ugly.

"Nanyan, go with the imperial doctor to get the medicine."

"Yes!"

Nanyan hurriedly responded and invited the imperial doctor out.

"Bang!"

After the two left, there were only two people left in the quiet room.

Rong Qianxiao, who was unconscious, and Lian Fuyin, who looked unknown.

"The ...... of the Sky"

Some lamenting words came out of his mouth.

Lian Fuyin raised his hand and touched his pale cheek, but he instantly retracted it.

It's like touching a forbidden antiquity, and I am careful not to cross the thunder pool.

"What the hell am I going to do with you......"

When will it be before I can express the words in my heart?

He was about to take it anymore, but he had to suppress the urge to riot.

After all, those minds are so filthy.

"I shouldn't want to spoil you......"

There was some hideous grief on his face that had always been indifferent.

"But I've always ...... for myself"

So, I can only wronged you.

It's a boundless hell, and I'm going to pull you along.

"Head of ......"

Nanyan's voice sounded outside the door, and Lian Fuyin touched the corner of his eyes and got up indifferently.

"The medicine is boiling, and the minions will bring it later."

Nanyan bowed his head, feeling a little worried.

Why are the eyes of the head of the house a little red......

"You just stay here and take good care of him."

Lian Fuyin's face has been calm, so that people can't see the slightest wrong.

Nan Yan looked at his back and shook his head helplessly.