"Zhao'er!! Zhao'er !! What are you doing here? Get up........ Don't lie here..... Here....... Cool...... Get up...... Father is here to take you home! Not....... Whining..... Uh......"

History is always strikingly similar.

Qing He's face was full of surprise, looking at the tall figure in front of him, hugging the nameless female corpse and crying bitterly.

She just ...... Is that what it looks like? Qinghe held his forehead and didn't dare to think about it.

This is the second time Qing He has seen Emperor Tianzhao, the most noble man in Tianzhao.

The last time was the sick emperor in the Heart Cultivation Palace, and this time it was in the post post to mourn the death of the Ninety-Five.

No matter how you look at it, there is no way to connect with the emperor who governs the country.

It's completely like a freewheeling love son maniac.

How could this kind of dad teach such a son to be unlucky?

It is not at all in line with the law that the favorite is not arrogant, and the proud son is not undefeated.

"I'm not dead!" I finally can't stand the wind on it.

"Uh......"

It's another flutter, but this time the role has changed, and it is the sick Xiao Zhao Wang who is taken into his arms.

This is the first time Qing He has seen this emperor's face up close, with a beard and majestic eyebrows.

is a middle-aged beautiful man, and he is quite similar to the wind. It's just that in comparison, Feng Buqi's face is more delicate, maybe like the deceased mother Jiang Hou.

"Enough!" Feng Buqi, who was forced to press his head, roared angrily, and pushed his father away, as if he had never seen him throw a good face at his father.

The emperor, who was scolded and pushed away, didn't mean to blame at all, but asked very worriedly: "Zhao'er, you seem to have a fever."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled his head over the wind and put his lips on his forehead.

"Zhao'er, you're really burning badly! Come on, pass on the imperial doctor! “

"......" Feng Buqi did not answer, and his face became gloomy.

If you don't have the wind, you will be weak, otherwise he will have an irrepressible murderous aura...... Something has to happen.

Qing He felt as if he had become a candlelight for Fang Cai...... She would also like to step down if she could.

"Ahem...... "This time it was Qinghe coughing, after all, she didn't have a good kung fu body, and her head couldn't reach her feet.

Only then did he notice Qing He standing next to him, Emperor Tianzhao frowned and observed Shaoqing, then looked at his son, then stretched his brows, squinted, and asked with a smile: "Huh?" Who's the girl? It's so beautiful raw. ”

The profound and majestic eyebrows and eyes became kind when they saw Qinghe. It seems that she thinks she is good-looking.

But Qing He didn't have time to be happy, but frowned, what he was thinking about was not what he said, but seeing his face, under the red light, there seemed to be something bad.

"......" She couldn't get it for sure, and it was not easy to say, so she lowered her head, just because she was afraid, this 10,000-year-old monster Leng had made all the girl's small movements.

Seeing this situation, Feng Buqi was really nervous, and no matter how angry he was just now, he got up and straddled the middle of the two, took Qing He's hand and took it out.

As soon as he was taken out, his ankle hurt in his heart. Qing He remembered that he was running too fast just now, and his ankle bones should be misaligned, and the cold sweat that hurts will come out!

Feng Buqi also felt the turn of the person behind him, turned around and saw that her face was embarrassed, and hurriedly pressed her to the seat, squatted down to check her ankles.

I saw that her ankle had swollen into a bag.

"How did it hurt?" Feng Buqi's face was cold, and his tone was colder than the fingers that touched her ankles.

Qing He felt a little aggrieved, as if he had provoked him again......

"I kicked the door and sprained it when I entered." Qinghe didn't tell the truth.

"Hurt like this! Is it the city gate that is being kicked? ”

"Kicked ...... too"

Click-

Feng Buqi didn't listen to her, and with a force of his wrist, he connected Qinghe's misplaced ankle bone back.

"Ah!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!! ”

"If you know it hurts, don't kick the door in the future!"

"I'll try to ...... to"

"Kick it again and tear your door down!" He actually said such funny things seriously......

Qing He couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Hahaha!! Then I'll sleep in the foyer in the future, will you tear down the door of the house? ”

"Yes!" Sounds like angry.....

Qing He shrank his neck a little stupidly, this person really can't joke at all......

Emperor Tianzhao, who was standing on the side, looked at his son who had been raised by his family for more than ten years, and was about to be arched by Qinghe, and he was jealous and unhappy, but his heart was already hockey.

Right now, this one is lame, one is sick, the corners of Emperor Tianzhao's mouth are slightly raised, and he must not be able to escape his Five Finger Mountain.

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctors are here." Candlelight rushed to the post house with a group of imperial doctors.

"The ministers meet the emperor, my emperor ......"

"Okay, okay, no courtesy, look at my Zhao'er!"

A septuagenarian imperial physician in the lead came forward and saluted King Zhao: "The old minister gives His Royal Highness a ......"

"That's it!"

Feng Buqi got up, but he felt that his eyes were dark, and he pinched his eyebrows, it seemed that he had to be cured.

"You sit here and wait for me."

"Hmm." Qinghe replied very obediently.

After explaining the Qinghe on the seat, he was surrounded by a group of imperial doctors and went to other rooms.

There was only one person left in the front hall...... And a corpse.

"Looks like I'm going to have to be with you again."

Qing He glanced at the corpse, but saw that the female corpse wrapped in white cloth had opened a corner at some point, and half of the paper had been lifted. (paper covering the face of a dead man)

In any case, the dead are the greatest, and she has to comfort the deceased to rest in peace. Qing He stood up with the armrest of the chair, and wanted to jump forward on one foot to re-wrap the paper and white cloth for the female corpse.

Just when he jumped in front of the corpse and stretched out his hand to cover the corpse, suddenly a gust of wind passed through the hall, and the white cloth on the corpse was blown up even more. The paper fell to the ground, revealing most of the body.

Only then did Qing He see that this was a woman of about 20, and her face was swollen and white. Although it is not soaked in water for a long time, there are obvious traces of soaking.

Feng Buqi said that he was passing by and couldn't drown?

Qing He stretched out his hand and lifted the entire white cloth, and the entire female corpse appeared in front of him completely.

The female corpse was only wearing an undershirt, and the collar position happened to expose a large area of skin due to the hoop she had just pulled.

There is just a clear dividing line on the exposed skin, and there is a noticeable whitish puffiness caused by prolonged soaking on the chest, across the armpits, and below. The above positions are only for a short period of immersion.

This woman took a bath at home for three or five hours and ran out to throw herself into the lake?

Moreover, the woman's ankle was tied with hemp rope, and one end of the hemp rope had been cut off, leaving half a foot to hang.

Wait a minute! What did he say about his confession? Passing by and seeing a fall into the water, so rescue?

"Wind is not a liar!"

There are so many people in Baihu tonight, this woman jumped to the lake with her feet tied and fell into the water in full view of everyone?

Are everyone in the audience stunned to watch the play?

Hum! This kind of words used to deceive three-year-old children to deceive five-year-old Qinghe?

Qinghe is very angry!

Turning around on one foot, he decided to jump to cure the wind and not to deceive the gods.