"Okay, with your words, the divine doctor is much more relieved. Go out, and I'm going to give him needles. Remember, no matter how painful the sound is, you are not allowed to come in. Otherwise, if you interrupt the treatment of this divine doctor, you will be the one who will kill your son. Di Qingsu warned Lou Su.

"Yes, the divine doctor, please rest assured, the old man personally guards the door." Lou Su exited the room and sat at the gate of the courtyard like a sculpture. When Mrs. Lou came, she saw him staring blankly into the distance.

"Master, is Xian'er not saved?" Mrs. Lou choked up. She wanted to go in but didn't dare, and she heard the doctor's final admonition. She can't afford to gamble or lose.

"Sit down, we'll watch over him together, he'll be fine." Lou Su pulled Mrs. Lou to sit down together.

"Master......" The tears on Mrs. Lou's face did not stop, hearing the heart-rending screams of her son in the house, the cry of pain, the mother's heart hurt.

Lou Su hugged his whimpering wife, how could he not feel uncomfortable and blame himself. He even despaired, he gave everything for it, and what did he get in return? It's to kill them all, and there's not an inch of grass left.

I still remember the strangeness in the eyes of the free holy hand at that time, hehehehe, it was my own mistake. Now that Guotai and the people are safe, what is he still doing with that unattainable dream? Who is the ruler has anything to do with himself? All he wanted was the safety of his wife and children.

At dawn, the man uttered his last cry, and there was no more sound.

The closed door finally opened, and Lou Su and his wife immediately rushed in, looking at Di Qingsu longingly.

"Give your son a funeral at once." Di Qing Su washed his hands expressionlessly.

When Mrs. Lou heard this, she immediately fainted, "Madam, madam, divine doctor, didn't you mean ......" Lou Su hugged his unconscious wife, and the old tears were all over the place.

"I meant to mourn your son, but I didn't say he was dead. Does he need a secluded place to recuperate, or do you want to tell your master that your son's illness is cured and he is still alive? ”

Emperor Qing replied ruffianly.

"Thank you for saving the old family." Lou Su reacted.

"No, we just take what we need. I'll go first, you're busy. ”

On the way, Lan asked, "The master is not afraid that he will regret it?" ”

"Repentance? He didn't dare! Since I can heal his son, I will find him wherever he flees. Inform the ministries to get ready and secretly take over all the properties of the Lou family, if they can break into the interior of the Disha Pavilion, it would be the best. ”

Di Qingsu took off his mask and walked down the street to feel the atmosphere of the New Year. I don't know how to have a family on the other side? I don't know if it's the same sun, and I don't know if it's the New Year.

Lan disappeared after Emperor Qingsu's shadow guard appeared, and he was going to do what his master had to do.

Di Qingsu walked around the street, and went to the Ice Dance Pavilion to visit the old doctor, and at the same time checked Luoluo's body, and only waited for the fallen leaves to bring back the Qihan grass to start treatment.

It's just that the Qihan grass is not for Luoluo, but a prescription researched by Emperor Qing Su Xin that needs the Qihan grass. Zhang Song's elderly parents have severe arthritis due to rheumatism, and she can only try her best to relieve his pain.

For the elder brother, the person who worked hard for the emperor's family, the emperor's family will never treat him badly.

After all this was done, it was already dark when I returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion. After having dinner with Ao Shuangjiao, Emperor Qingsu said that he was tired and would not accompany him to keep the New Year, so he returned to the Star Picking Pavilion to prepare to rest.

As soon as he lay down, Chu Hanye floated in like a gust of wind, holding a rectangular jewelry box in his hand.

"Don't you keep the year?" Di Qing Su asked with his eyes.

"I'll keep the New Year with you." Chu Hanye said with a smile. The guards of the Star Picking Pavilion are doing a great job. He often finds excuses to stay overnight, hoping to be bumped into by Di Cangming or Ao Shuangjiao, so that Di Qingsu will have to marry him if he doesn't marry. But the result? Those two were so relieved of Di Qingsu.

In fact, Di Cangming and Ao Shuangjiao have always known, and they don't know whether to be in favor or against, and in the end they unanimously decided that as long as Di Qingsu is happy. As long as Di Qingsu didn't speak, they would never ask. Daughter, when she is older, she has her own ideas and ideas. As long as she's happy.

"Susu, a New Year's gift for you." Chu Hanye handed the box in his hand to Emperor Qing Su You. Di Qingsu looked at the quaint pattern on the outside of the box, giving people a heavy sense of historical vicissitudes, and was about to open it, when he saw Chaolu walking in with an invitation in his hand.

"Who's?"

"Miss, please see."

Di Qing Su opened it, and it turned out that it was the current champion lady and Di Qing You who jointly invited her to drink tea in the eighth month of the first month.

Chu Hanye had already taken advantage of his unpreparedness to go to Di Qingsu's side: "What do you think?" ”

Di Qingsu turned his head sideways and asked Chu Hanye, Mrs. Zhuangyuan? It turned out that the time for the final trial of the case was approaching.

"Whatever you want?" Chu Hanye stretched out his hand and hugged Di Qingsu's slender waist, this feeling was so good. Su Su is now asking for his opinion, isn't it a good omen.

"Go tell her, Miss Ben go." Di Qingsu thought about it, so let's go and meet them and see what kind of waves they are about to set off.

What kind of drama will they sing?