"Or are you worried about someone?" Qu Luo whispered in the devil's ear with a devilishly deep voice: "This is not okay. I hate games with three people."
"I hate it too." The Demon Girl raised her eyebrows: "Since we have the same opinion, you should stay away from me first, or at least take your hands away."
Qu Luo smiled, and then his lips came closer, stopping one centimeter away from the Demon Niang's lips.
The bright black eyes stared straight at the Demon Girl, her throat moved, and her deep eyes showed some unreadable emotions: "Is today so special, special enough for you to reject me?"
"I'm not feeling well." The devil girl's eyes moved slightly: "It will take at least three days. Please don't come during these three days."
Qu Luo was stunned, his eyes moved to her belly, and he stood up without saying a word.
The Demon Girl didn't care what he planned next, as long as he didn't touch her anyway, she curled up in the quilt, sweating from the pain on her forehead, and just wanted to sleep quickly.
The young master didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't leave or continue playing. He stretched out his hands and held her waist gently.
The demon girl glanced at him, she was really out of energy and tilted her head sleepily.
But she didn't know that Qu Luo's evil face showed panic for the first time.
The famous young man in the capital, who didn't know the sufferings of the world, bent his knees half on the ground and took the trouble to wipe her sweat with his sleeves. Finally, he secretly invited the imperial doctors into Ye Die.
This was the first time that the imperial doctor had been invited to see a doctor because of this. He was really embarrassed to take the Demon Lady's pulse, so he just said quietly to Qu Luo: "Young Master Luo, when you come to Kuishui, you will feel uncomfortable if you catch the cold. You...
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"She is in pain." Qu Luo interrupted the doctor in a cold tone.
The imperial doctor's scalp was numb when he looked at his narrow eyes, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead: "Well...it is true that women will suffer more."
"Is there any way to solve it?" Qu Luo raised his beautiful eyebrows, changing from his usual unruly attitude, with a strong sense of oppression.
The imperial doctor thought for a moment: "Boil some ginger syrup and give it to this young lady. It might be better."
"Maybe?" It was obvious that Qu Luo was not satisfied with such rhetoric and methods: "Prescribe her some medicine to cure her illness."
Is there a prescription that can cure the disease? The imperial doctor was in a dilemma: "Master Luo, there is really no way to get rid of the root cause of this kind of pain." There is no record in medical science that there is any medicine that can cure Kuishui pain at once.
Qu Luo looked at him, just looking at him motionless, and finally threw him two words: "Quack doctor."
Quite...quack doctor?!
I think about how much prestige he gained after practicing medicine for more than ten years and accompanying the late emperor, and now he is being called a quack for a piece of Kuishuitong...
The imperial doctor expressed that he was wronged, and with tears streaming down his face, he began to look up at the rafters.
Qu Luo scratched his hair, frowned and began to order the doctor: "You, go buy some ginger."
The imperial doctor shouted.
Qu Luo reminded him: "Ginger syrup."
The imperial doctor was irritated by his stupid look. Since he thought he was a quack, why did he use the method he said!!!
Despite his roar, the imperial doctor bought what he needed to buy.
Master Luo obviously had never done this kind of work of boiling sugar water. His handsome face was blackened by the ashes before he finished boiling a bowl of sugar water.
The Demon Lady was still sleeping, and he couldn't wake her up. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then Qu Luo suddenly smiled and pressed his thin lips against her pale lips: "Don't say that I took advantage of you."
As he spoke, he took a sip of sugar water, then leaned forward and handed it to her...
"Young Master..." The young man came around from outside the barrier and said respectfully to Qu Luo: "Madam sent someone over to say that she is not feeling well."
Qu Luo frowned, put the bowl on the wooden table, covered the Demon Mother with the quilt, and then followed the boy out of the "Ye Die" building.
"What's wrong with mother?" he asked the servant behind him.
The servant whispered: "I caught the wind and cold a few days ago, and I haven't told the young master about it. Now I have a severe headache, so I asked the young one to come find the young master..."
After hearing this, Qu Luo didn't say anything more. He got on his horse, and his red robe flew away with layers of snow dust...
When the devil girl opened her eyes, it was already dark, and she was the only one left in the room. There was an empty bowl on the wooden table, and she licked her lips, feeling a little sweet.
Her lower abdomen didn't hurt as much as before, so the Demon Lady was somewhat surprised. She pressed her left hand on her waist and called the maid up.
The maid held a basin of hot water in her hand, and there was a person following behind her.
I don’t know how long the man stood outside the building, with his head covered with snow, and the wind from all directions blowing his long robe, feeling cold and noble... tired.
It's Nangong Rongguang. Time has not left many traces on his face. His face is still so handsome that the maids would bump into each other just looking at him.
The devil's eyes paused: "Why are you here?"
Nangong Rongguang was not like Qu Luo. He would never enter these romantic places. He was also cold and cold. He basically had no so-called confidante, so the Demon Queen found it strange.
Nangong Rongguang glanced at her face and asked instead of answering: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's ready." The devil girl smiled and reached out to push the little maid who was still thinking.
Nangong Rongguang looked at her: "Kui Shui?"
"Yeah." The demon girl nodded.
Nangong Rongguang stretched out his hand, wanting to warm her waist. The action was almost subconscious, but the demon girl blocked it: "No need."
Nangong Rongguang's fingers trembled, then he took them back and laughed softly: "Really? You don't even need this anymore."
"Someone will do this kind of thing in the future." The Demon Lady lowered her eyes and let go of his arm: "So, Rong Guang, don't worry about me anymore. The girl you used to protect has grown up and she can take care of her.
You will have your own life."
Nangong Rongguang opened his mouth, but found that his voice was still a bit tight: "Who is someone referring to?"
"That's not important. What's important is that there is always that one person." The demon girl curled her thin lips, her eyes bright and her teeth white.
Her eyes were large and slender, so bright that Nangong Rongguang slowly lowered his raised hand, "I didn't accompany Qu Chuxiao to the snowy mountains, I just heard that you were imprisoned in
There, I am afraid that you will be too lonely, so I will go to city after city to look for you." I can no longer say it.
He has always liked the way she smiles. Ever since he was a child, he has liked to hold her in his arms and hand her the bottle of wine.
However, since when did she and him stop being so close...
What's missing from his study is her sleeping face, but more bowls of lotus seed ice soup.