"My lord, I'll take care of it." When Nangong put down her disgust, Li'er said skillfully.

Nangong tilted his eyes with a meticulous cold expression, his wrist was covered on his disgusted forehead, a little hot, and he withdrew his hand indifferently: "She has a little fever, you take good care of it."

After speaking, Nangong Tian stood up, only to feel that the sky was dark, and he was just about to stumble, but he corrected himself, and the corner of his clothes touched Li'er.

Li'er raised her hand and tugged at the corner of her clothes, Nangong looked at Li'er indifferently, the coldness was not too obvious, but Li'er had already felt it, and Li'er avoided embarrassment: "It's not that the master has a fever, it's you, my lord."

Then, Li'er put her hand on Nangong Tian's head, but Nangong Tian grabbed her wrist, shook it off lightly, and went out without expression.

Li'er raised her lips strangely, showed a worried expression, and turned to take care of the misanthropic life.

Disgusted with waking up in the inexplicable care, she smiled reassuringly when she saw Li'er, and her dry lips spit out a sentence lightly: "We are all mistaken."

Li'er's hand paused, and she looked at the disgusted child: "Huh?"

With a disgusting smile, he stood up with his arms propped up, but in an inquiring tone: "No, what about Nangong Tilt?"

"When Li'er came back, the master was lying on the edge of the palace gate, and he didn't see Nangong tilting." Li'er stirred the medicinal powder and added some sugar to it, and she was very afraid of bitterness.

"Master, drink the medicine!"

Disgusted and puzzled, he picked up the bowl, his eyes fluttered, and he took a sip lightly, and the sweet smell of medicine overflowed the corners of his lips: "What kind of medicine is this, sweet." He smiled very appropriately, holding the warm medicine bowl, and a trace of temperature came from his fingertips: "I have a fever?"

Li'er snatched the empty bowl and looked at her with a smile: "Although the master doesn't have a fever, he also suffers from a cold."

Disgusted with her eyes, she was said to be a little dry and astringent.

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Actually, Nangong Tilt really doesn't need to care about herself, maybe she can't play with the little milk cat, she is faintly out of breath, disgusted and squatting by the door, burying her head in the placket, at the beginning, she thought that she had a little affection for Nangong Tilt, and later, she felt itchy inexplicably, she leaned over and ran to the mirror, and found that she was really embarrassed.

"Get some toiletry!" Disgusted raised his head, and before he could call out a pity, she had already come over with water, and she raised her hand and pinched her little face, her eyes were crooked, and she looked like the moon: "It's still good for you to treat me." Then he smiled indulgently.

"Li'er helps the master wash!" The basin was put aside, and he was lightly dipped in water when he was disgusted, and said with a smile: "I want to wash it myself, Pian'er."

In the mirror, Li'er pinched the disgusting shoulder, "Hmm!"

The disgust closed his eyes, washed lightly, and touched his facial features with his palm, it was not charming, but it was very delicate, washing and washing, and the disgusting felt that his eyes were a little stiff, so he frowned, poured some cold water, and felt much better, but the fingertips were fluffy, which was really not good.

Disgusted with a light sigh, Li'er handed her the towel and dried her face.

Li'er said, "Li'er helps the master to retouch his face makeup!"

Disgusted looked at himself in the mirror, turned his head and patted Li'er, with a smile on his face: "I'm very tired, right, when I avenge my brother, everyone will be happy." Only he knows that Nangong Tian is a killer and was cultivated by his brother.

"Then the poor child will not disturb the master."

In the mirror, Li'er slowly retreated.

Disgusted looking in the mirror, fading her smile, she is not delicate with a pair of Danfeng eyes, she is a single eyelid, so the eye makeup can be done very sloppily, disgusted with the lower eyelids, the shiny powder seems to enlarge her eyes, there are some short eyelashes, stuck to the lower eye socket, but also filled a little pitiful.

The misanthropy also brushed mascara, a black, half-solidified, half-solid, in a red box.

Her delicately modified eyebrows are also exceptionally fresh.

The red of the lip flap spread out little by little, and he pursed his lips in disgust and let go of everything.

Looking at herself in the mirror, and today she is really abnormal......

Disgusted and indifferent, lying on the dresser, her cheeks were cold, her sleeves were hitting her face, her eyes didn't seem to be her eyes, it was not clear right and wrong, but reversed black and white.

That itchy feeling hit again, and I sneezed as if I was allergic to something, and I sneezed several times in a row.

Later, she realized that something was really wrong, and when she looked down, she realized that she was still wearing that dress, and there was some soft hair on it, and this seemed to be the hair of a little milk cat?

After thinking about it, I was more sure that it must be the hair of a little milk cat, she hadn't touched any animals, only ......

Thinking about it, her throat was not as painful as a cold, it was itchy and a little breathless, and it was numb

So how did you get back?

That's a point.

According to Li'er, as soon as she came back, I was lying outside the palace gate, and Nangong was nowhere to be seen, could it be Yuan Xiaoyu?

Her head was even more messy, and she sneezed several more times.

The room was too hot and stuffy to care about so much, and when she opened the door with her sleeves, a puff of air hit her, and her thoughts were bathed in the sun......

Something is not real......