Kuai Chuan will never be a female supporting role

Chapter 62 General, Bridal Chamber? 36
I don't know who reported it...

Miss Gu was bedridden by longing, and some people even saw Miss Gu running up to the city gate on the day General Xie went out to watch General Xie's army slowly leave their sight.

For a while, Gu Xiaowu gained a good reputation, and many stories based on her have been immortalized forever.

It's just that I don't know, because I am still troubled by taking medicine.

Seeing the big black pill with a strange smell like a fingernail, Gu Xiaowu was unwilling to do so, and every cell in his body was saying no!

Unfortunately, the refusal is invalid.

Gu Mo stared at him and Xiaotao stared at him, he couldn't help but eat.

He swallowed the pills with water and chewed several candied fruit in a row before dispelling the bitter taste in his throat.

Gun Gun secretly covered his mouth and smiled, and Gu Xiaowu, who had regained some energy, glared angrily.

: Laugh again, close your little black room.

:...

There is no system that is more pitiful than it. Other systems are closed to the host's small black room. How come it is the host's turn to close his own small black room, hum!unhappy!
Thinking of this, Gun Gun turned his buttocks and stopped talking to the corner, resentment exuded all over his body.

Taking advantage of no one in the room to comfort him for a long time, he calmed down.

"Miss! Why did you get up? You're going to catch a cold."

As soon as Xiaotao entered the door, she saw her porcelain doll lady sitting on the bed in a thin underwear with a smile in her eyes.

But in her eyes, only the young lady didn't cherish her body and started to spoil her body just when she got better.

Thinking of the rumors going on in the city, I couldn't help but complain about the uncle I had never met.

The girls who grew up in the courtyard don't understand the importance of building a country and career to a man. They only think that a husband abandons his wife as a passerby, leaving his wife sick in bed and he doesn't know it.

As Gu Xiaowu's illness lengthened, Xiaotao became more and more disgusted with this uncle whom he had never met.

Gu Xiaowu put away the smile on his face and lay on the bed looking sadly at the closed window.

"Xiao Tao, what time is it today?"

Xiaotao lit the oil lamp, turned her head and glanced outside the door which was completely dark.

"Miss, it's already evening."

"Is it still snowing outside?"

"No, I just left it that time. The master said that it's not the time yet."

Gu Xiaowu nodded, squinting his eyes and rubbing his face against the bed.

I really want to play in the snow, so hurry up.

Gun Gun moved to Gu Xiaowu's warm bed, leaned against Gu Xiaowu and was ready to rest.

"Xiao Tao, you should go back to rest earlier..."

After arguing with Gun Gun for a while, Gu Xiaowu was a little tired, and his speech was a little slurred.

Xiaotao leaned closer to help Gu Xiaowu tuck the horns of his back, and went out lightly.

In a daze, Gu Xiaowu felt a person sitting beside the bed, with a very familiar smell, it was Gu Mo.

Gu Xiaowu was thinking in a daze, drowsiness quickly attacked her brain and she quickly fell asleep again.

Gu Mo sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his daughter's peaceful sleeping face, and stretched out his hand to gently caress her cheek.

Ma'am, I almost lost our daughter.

[small theater]
Because his younger sister suddenly didn't get close to him but missed Gu Xiaowu instead, Jiang Zhechen, who was in the rebellious stage, hated this girl who stole his younger sister very much.

So he prepared a lot of pranks, the most outrageous thing was pushing her into the lake, causing her to fall into a serious illness and almost unable to wake up.

It was the first time that his father scolded him and punished him, and his mother, who usually doted on him, did not stop him, but looked at him with a reproachful look.

The younger sister in the mother's arms was crying out of breath and unwilling to look at her.

Since then, for a long time, he was unwilling to communicate with others, and he would take a detour when he saw that girl.

This situation lasted for a long time until...

　After writing Gongdou,
　　I don’t think I want to write about Gong Dou in my life anymore.

　　There's only room for cookies in my little brain!
　　Although the cookies are not too sweet (皮`)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)