"It seems that your good friend is also very dark and ugly."
Chu Fengjin smiled indifferently and continued to dry the herbs, not taking her words seriously at all.
Long Qian immediately retorted: "My friend is not black at all... Of course, he actually looks different from you, that's..."
How should I put it, it just feels like that, the eyes look like...well, but if you look closely, it's still different.
But why did she feel so similar to the feelings Qing'er gave her when she first met Jiuhuangshu?
Because of this, Long Qian absolutely wants to like Uncle Nine Emperors from now on.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let me help you, I understand everything."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you have such a good figure."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, your butt shape is so perfect! Do you exercise regularly?"
"Wow, your arms are full of muscles..."
"..." Chu Fengjin was quite speechless and couldn't help but glance at Feiyun.
Feiyun's face turned red, and he was even more speechless, okay? How did he know that Princess Ling dared to stare directly at her buttocks?
Simply...shameless.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"Okay, Xiao Lingzi said you have stomach problems, come here and I will check your pulse."
Chu Fengjin coughed slightly. Fortunately, his face was dark enough, otherwise, this guy would have seen that his face was a little bit hot.
There is no such thing!
"Also, stop staring at my butt, or I'll gouge your eyes out."
Feiyun immediately wanted to clap his hands and applaud.
Dig it up quickly, it's really annoying!
No, that’s shameless!
Long Qian pursed her lips, then withdrew her squinting eyes and looked at Chu Fengjin's face.
"Why are your face, hands, and skin color so different? Uncle Nine Emperors, are you disguised? Do you want to do this at home? It's so tiring."
Chu Fengjin rubbed his temples.
What kind of monster did Xiao Lingzi marry?
Such sharp eyes!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, can you wash your face and show it to me? I want to know if it is as beautiful as I thought."
"..."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, the skin color of your arms is so white! Your face must be even whiter. If you don't want to do it, can I wash it for you?"
"Uncle Nine Emperors, show me. I'm really curious."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you are not good at making medicine for this thing. I will design a new one for you. I guarantee you will like it...but let me see your face first, okay?"
Chu Fengjin didn't know how many times she had rubbed her temples.
Why does this little thing make his brain hurt?
"Do you still need to check your pulse?" The others had already sat down under the pavilion, but this little guy was still surrounding him, studying non-stop.
Can this still look like a normal patient?
Only then did Long Qian remember why he came here.
But...she rubbed her wrist and muttered: "I'm really not sick, I just have some stomach pain. However, as a modern person, isn't stomach pain normal? You don't need to see a doctor."
"Oh, I mean, it doesn't matter if you have a little stomach problem. From now on, my eating habits will be that I don't need to check my pulse."
"Well, Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"If you don't sit down, I'm going to throw you into the lake." Chu Fengjin's face was calm.
However, this is no joke.
Long Qian made a thud, immediately sat down in front of him, and stretched out his wrist.
Chu Fengjin's long finger landed on her veins.
The more he checked her pulse, the more ugly her face became.
