In his previous life, he was disfigured and his eyes were gouged out, and he was reborn to kill ever

Shuitao nodded and retracted his hand.

She lowered her head slowly, her face full of shyness,

"Sister is your benefactor to me. From now on, we must help her take care of her property more carefully."

"I want to help my sister earn more money."

"Well, it all depends on Madam."

With that said, Shen Yuebai leaned over and wanted to kiss Shuitao.

Shuitao hid subconsciously, and her blushing face instantly turned red with embarrassment.

"I...I...I..."

Her voice was trembling.

Shen Yuebai looked at Shuitao with a chuckle, his eyes full of love,

"Ma'am, are you nervous?"

"I...I...I'm...not ready yet."

Shuitao's voice trembled violently.

Shen Yuebai's eyes looked at Shuitao even more lovingly.

He held Shuitao in his arms and whispered in her ear:

"There is no need to prepare. My husband is here, so there is no need to be nervous."

Shuitao was speechless for a while, because she was nervous because of his presence.

Suddenly, Shen Yuebai's hand tightened and she held Shuitao tightly in her arms.

Then he leaned over and kissed her lips.

"Um…"

Shuitao's eyes widened and she struggled to escape, but was hugged tightly, unable to escape.

Shen Yuebai pressed Shuitao on the bed and continued with the next move.

Peach's cheeks were as red as cooked shrimps,

"Um…"

……

Spring nights are worth thousands of dollars.

The couple was so in love that even the moon was so shy that it hid in the clouds.

Shuitao got married.

Only Ouyang Liuli lives in Taoxiangyuan of Guogong Mansion.

"Sister Shuitao only stayed with me for a few days, and then she got married. It's really boring to leave me living here alone."

Ouyang Liuli pouted and complained.

"Princess, don't be sad. Shen's residence is only one street away from the Duke's residence."

Rouge comforted,

"If you miss Sister Shuitao, just go to Shen Mansion to find her."

Ouyang Liuli glanced at Rouge and said angrily:

"I'm a newlywed, am I so ignorant?"

"I'd better go find Sister Ling. She always has delicious snacks. I happen to be hungry."

After saying that, she ran away.

"Princess, please slow down."

Yanzhi and Huamei hurriedly followed.

Prince An's Mansion.

King An Qin Yuze is practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

His sword skills are perfect, and his sword dancing movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Suddenly, Follower Berlin trotted into the yard,

"Your Majesty, Prince Gong is here."

Qin Yuze stopped moving his hand, put away his sword and stood still.

He has an upright posture and extraordinary bearing,

"Where is Prince Gong?"

"We have passed through the courtyard and will be there soon."

Bolin said quickly.

Qin Yuze threw the sword in his hand to Berlin,

"Put it away quickly."

"Yes."

Berlin took the sword and ran into the side room.

Qin Yuze hurriedly took the thick cotton clothes from the chair and put them on.

After that, he bowed slightly, touched his chest and coughed twice.

At the same time, he frowned slightly.

The whole person's appearance immediately became sickly.

At this time, Prince Gong Qin Luo walked into the courtyard, followed by an imperial physician.

He saw Qin Yuze stroking his chest and coughing from a distance, and couldn't help curling his lips, with an imperceptible smile on his face.

He walked slowly towards Qin Yuze and asked:

"Second brother, are you feeling better?"

"Brother Imperial...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Qin Yuze looked up at Qin Luo and started coughing again as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, he did not stop bowing and saluting.

Qin Luo watched him salute himself and immediately said:

"I have told you a long time ago that there is no need to be so polite between you and me."

But even though he said this, he didn't even make a move to step forward and help him.

"Greetings to the Emperor."

Qin Yuze bowed respectfully to Qin Luo, and then tried to get up, but stumbled and almost fell.

When Qin Luo saw this, he just watched coldly.

King An Qin Yuze has been frail and sick since he was a child.

Looking at his body, he has no capital to compete with him for the throne.

But even so, he will not take it lightly.

The disease may be cured.

And it’s possible that it’s just an act.

So every half month, Qin Luo would go to Prince An's Mansion to see Prince An's physical condition in person.

Qin Luo looked back at the imperial physician following behind him.

"Go and check on King An to see if his physical condition has improved?"

"Yes."

The imperial doctor bowed and responded, then came forward with the medicine box.

Qin Yuze coughed twice again and cupped his hands.

"Thank you, brother."

"You are Welcome."

Qin Luo waved his hand and said.

Berlin happened to come out of the wing.

Upon seeing this, he immediately ran to his prince's side and helped him sit down on the stone bench.

Qin Yuze put his wrist on the stone table, and the imperial doctor bowed before stepping forward to take his pulse.

Qin Yuze's health has always been fine.

Not only is he not weak, but because he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he is stronger and healthier than ordinary people.

When he was young, his mother-in-law would give him a special pill every time.

Taking that pill can temporarily weaken his pulse.

Let him pretend to be weak again.

In this way, every time the imperial physician checked his pulse, they would conclude that his body was extremely weak.

Now, his internal strength is relatively strong and he can control his pulse.

Every time the imperial physician took his pulse, he would use his internal strength to make his pulse slow and weak.

This time, he did the same.

After checking the pulse, the imperial doctor withdrew his hand and stepped aside.

"how?"

Qin Luo asked hurriedly.

The imperial doctor shook his head slightly, bowed and replied:

"His Royal Highness An's physical condition seems to be worse than before."

Qin Luo was secretly happy after hearing this, but didn't show it on his face. He pretended to be concerned and asked,

"How could this be? Is there any way to cure it?"

The imperial doctor shook his head again,

“His Royal Highness Prince An’s physical weakness is a disease brought from his mother’s womb.

On weekdays, you can only pay more attention to rest and take some nourishing medicine to maintain your health. "

"Is that curable?"

Qin Luo continued to ask.

"I'm sorry for my incompetence."

The imperial doctor looked ashamed.

"What a waste."

Qin Luo cursed and looked at Qin Yuze again,

"Second brother, you should pay more attention to recuperation on weekdays."

"You must use the best medicinal materials and so on. Your health is important."

"Recuperate well and use some good medicinal materials. Your health will definitely get better day by day."

"Thank you, brother."

Qin Yuze stood up and saluted again.

This time, Qin Luo stepped forward and gave him a hand.

"Second brother, there is no need to be polite."

"Cough cough cough..."

Qin Yuze opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he couldn't stop coughing.

Qin Luo felt even more comfortable when he saw it.

With such a cough and such a weak body, it looked like he wouldn't live much longer.

That's great.

He had been looking for someone to assassinate him before.

But every time, it failed.

At first, he suspected that it was Qin Yuze and the secret forces were protecting him.

Later, after investigation, it was discovered that every time his people were performing an assassination mission, people under Jing Wang Qin Mu appeared.

Therefore, Qin Mu should be stopping him from killing Qin Yuze.

Qin Mu is really troubled.

However, looking at Qin Yuze's current physical condition, he doesn't need to bother sending people to continue the assassination.

Just wait for him to slowly die of illness.

It also saves him from taking action and falling into the trap.

"Second brother, I won't disturb your recuperation."

Qin Luo said, looking at Berlin,

"I'm taking good care of your prince. If anything goes wrong, I'm the only one to ask."

"Yes."

Bolin hurriedly bowed and responded.

Qin Luo curled his lips, turned around and left with the imperial doctor.