Fast time travel to heal the villain little poor

Chapter 257 The Beautiful Prime Minister Is Disabled (15)

When the man in black heard that the nine-thousand-year-old carriage was coming, he immediately went out of the mansion to greet him.

"Nine thousand years old."

Qingxuan saluted with fists in his hands, then turned to look at Zifu beside him, the dark skin exposed outside the veil made him startled.

Immediately, he quickly returned to his original state, bowed his hands and saluted, "This must be the person the master wants to invite."

"I brought him, you can just take it to meet your master."

After Shen Qingrong finished speaking, he turned around and got into the carriage to leave.

Obviously didn't want to stay any longer.

Seeing Shen Qingrong walking away in such a hurry, Zifu twitched the corners of her lips wordlessly.

Is this man afraid that she will continue to mention Liumei to him?
If you have the guts to like it, you don't have the guts to admit it.

Pooh!
"Girl, this way please, our master is waiting for you in the Nuan Pavilion."

Qingxuan's words brought back Zifu's thoughts, nodded slightly at him, and followed him into the prime minister's mansion.

Bypassing the rockery and flowing water, through the long corridor, until you reach the high attic to the west.

After Qingxuan went in, he went up the steps of the attic first, and Zifu followed.

Zifu went up just in time to see Qingxuan opened the two doors in front of her, and what she saw was a screen blocking the inside.

As soon as she entered, a wave of incense made Zifu drowsy.

Qingxuan stood outside the screen and saluted respectfully: "Master, I have brought you here."

"Let her in."

"Yes."

Qingxuan turned to look at Zifu, took two steps back, "Girl, please."

Zifu was a little dizzy from the incense, forced herself to cheer up, and walked in with her bag.

Going around the screen, I saw a wheelchair in front of the window sill not far away.

The man in purple was sitting in a wheelchair, with his back to her, and stretched out his hand to pick up one of the bamboo slips on the desk in front of him.

The wide cuffs were pulled up slightly because of the movement, revealing a white wrist.

The long fingers are like jade, like clear jade, with a crystal clear luster.

Pick up the bamboo book, put it on the leg covered with thick mink, and push the wooden wheelchair to turn around.

When Rong Xuan turned around, Zi Fu really saw his face clearly.

In the original plot, it was said that Rong Xuan was the most beautiful man in Dachu, and there would be women throwing flowers at cars whenever he went out.

It now appears that what was said was true.

The moment the person in front of her looked up, she didn't know how to describe it, as if she saw a beautiful landscape painting unfolding in front of her eyes.

Rong Xuan's bone-to-body relationship is excellent, the facial features can't be said to be more colorful when singled out, but when combined, there is an indescribable charm and elegance.

Fresh and elegant like green bamboo.

"May I ask what the girl's name is?"

Rong Xuan looked at her, and when he saw her dark skin exposed outside the veil, his expression didn't change at all, his eyes were calm and breezy.

It seems that there is no difference between beauty and ugliness in his eyes.

"Hibiscus."

Zifu lowered her voice, and pulled out a name at random.

"Miss Furong."

Rong Xuan slightly nodded at her, "I heard from Jiu Qiansui in the letter that if even Miss Furong can't heal my leg in this world, no one can.

Can Miss Furong cure my leg? "

After saying that, Rong Xuan took off the velvet that was covering his legs, rolled it together with the bamboo slips, and put them on the ground.

Then he stretched out his hand and lifted the robe, revealing his legs that were still bleeding faintly.

Zi Fu was so startled that she didn't even care about Rong Xuan's identity, she hurried forward and squatted down to check his bleeding leg.

"How did this happen?"

Zi Fu's face was anxious, and what she said inevitably came with a bit of tough questioning.

(End of this chapter)