A book-worn beauty is as delicate as a jade than a flower

The snow-colored cloud-pattern robe encloses the slender body, the jade-leaf silver crown presses down the ink-like long hair, and the Hetian-seed jade dragon belt is buckled around the waist, making the face of the man in front of him look like powder and lips like vermilion.Folding the fan in his hand, he squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, staring intently at the little official sitting on the soft pillow - this is the distinguished guest who tortured Mr. Yu before.

Wen Liangyu didn't dare to see him, this distinguished guest was not young, he was Chu Huan, the heir son of the Prince of Dongping County, the number one noble son of Gou Xuecheng.It was because he was covering Mr. Yu before that many guests did not dare to be too presumptuous.And half a month ago, after he left from the back/Tinghua in a rage, there were many rumors that Mr. Yu had lost his favor, and even the words "Even if you have a beautiful corpse, you have to have a good time" openly yelled at the door.

Chu Huan's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't speak all the time, so Wen Liangyu had no choice but to be cold and silent - anyway, according to what Shiqin said, if he didn't have facial paralysis, he wouldn't be his son at all.But his demeanor can be cold, but his body can't be cold.Mr. Yu was already weak and needed support in his usual actions, not to mention this coma, he had to pant for a long time to sit up.In order to welcome this distinguished guest, Wen Liangyu was picked up early in the morning to take a bath and change clothes, and then had her eyebrows painted and decorated repeatedly. By the time Chu Huan arrived, she was already dizzy.At this time, after putting on airs and pretending to be cold for a long time, Wen Liangyu felt that the soft pillow was so hard that he hiccupped, his waist also felt sore from time to time, and his vision gradually became blurred.

"Cough, cough, cough..." His eyes were straightened, and his body softened involuntarily.Chu Huan sighed softly, and finally stretched out his hand to support him: "Liangyu, why do you have to suffer so much? As long as you obediently follow me back to the house, you will naturally avoid the wind, frost, sword and people here."

Be good, I'm not your son, so of course I won't go home with you!

Wen Liangyu complained in his heart, but his body slipped into Chu Huan's arms involuntarily, coughing even worse.

Chu Huan pitifully raised his chin with a folding fan, and looked at the beauty in his arms: there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, which made him look weak, slender, tender and pitiful; his face was pale, but he was also sickly. It was bright red, and her lips turned cherry red like bleeding due to the low-grade fever; her coughing and wheezing were erratic, as if it would shatter if touched lightly.

The son here is admiring the beauty carefully, while Wen Liangyu's body over there has goosebumps, and after a cough, blood oozes from his lips.Chu Huan hugged him hurriedly, calling for people to bring ginseng soup.When the waiter Qin came, Chu Huan tried the hot and cold, and moved to Wen Liangyu's mouth.

Wen Liangyu took a mouthful of his hand, and suddenly realized that he was at the place where Chu Huan's lips touched just now, and immediately lowered his head and vomited wildly.

An angry expression appeared on the face of the prince, he got up with a flick of his sleeves and was about to explode, but saw that Wen Liangyu's face was pale and weak, and he vomited bitter water, so he could only restrain his anger and sneer: "Hehe, I know that Mr. Wen looks down on a dude like me , but now you don’t look like Meteor Yijian in the past? Forget it, there are still two years left in the three-year contract, so I won’t force you, let’s see how long you can be tough.”

While he was talking, Shi Qin brought hot water to scrub Wen Liangyu.After coughing and vomiting for a long time, Wen Liangyu fell into a drowsy sleep, and then Shiqin whispered: "My son, please calm down, my son has very poor appetite these days, so I can only drink some thin porridge and rice soup. Even the water will be vomited out if there is any alarm. It's not because I don't want to accept the prince's reward."

Only then did Chu Huan's expression soften a little, and he asked in a low voice, "Has he been like this lately?"

Sniffing, Shi Qin nodded: "After being in a coma for a few days ago, my body is getting worse day by day."

After hearing this, Chu Huan felt a little regretful.At that time, I just wanted to remind him of some old things, but I didn't expect it to be so exciting to him.Slowing down his tone, Chu Huan said to Shi Qin: "Then you should serve me well. If your son wants anything, please tell me quietly."

The two Wen Liangyu, who were chattering and pretending to be unconscious with their eyes closed, became happy in their hearts:

According to Chu Huan's words, this body was originally called a meteor sword, and it sounded like a generation of heroes.Ou Lou, ask carefully first, as long as you find out the old master of this body and get in touch, are you afraid that you won't be able to escape this shit queen/court flower?

He was secretly happy, but he still had to act like he was dying in order to get rid of Chu Huan's entanglement.After Chu Huan finally left, Wen Liangyu opened his eyes, gasped and said, "Shiqin, fetch my sword."

Of course he didn't say what kind of sword it was, but the Meteor Hero back then would not be a guy running around carrying n weapons, so what Shi Qin thought of was only a sword.Hesitantly, the child responded with a sword.I saw it with a sharkskin scabbard, a silver swallow, and five-color tassels shaking, holding a good sword-the scabbard.

No matter how beautiful the packaging is, it is just packaging, Wen Liangyu held his sword and drew it.As the dragon chants, the sword comes out of its sheath, and it is as bright as autumn water and as bright as frost -- a good sword is also a good sword in its sheath.Facing such a beautiful sword, Wen Liangyu clicked his tongue in admiration, and turned around to find any identity marks on the sword.

But it is a pity that the so-called good man means that even a white iron knife bought on the side of the road for seven renminbi can play the effect of Longquan sword.This kind of good person often disdains to leave names on supplies like kindergarten children, and Mr. Yu is obviously such a good person.After searching for a long time, Wen Liangyu didn't find any clues to Mr. Yu's identity, but he coughed again because he was tired from holding the sword for too long.

Shi Qin hurriedly took the sword, helped Wen Liangyu to lie down, stroked his chest gently for him to smooth his breath, and took a hot towel to wipe his face.Wen Liangyu let him fiddle with it, and sighed drowsily: "Before I knew it, it's been a year... A year has passed, and I can't even pick up this sword, cough, cough, cough..."

Feeling sad for a while, Shi Qin choked up and said: "My lord, don't be sad, it will be the same as before when you get well."

Looking over with dazed eyes: "Shi Qin, do you remember the scene of Ting Hua when I first arrived?"

"I remember. The young master was carried in at the beginning. Although he was unconscious, he has already amazed the viewers."

囧... The unconscious one was brought in, it couldn't be that one was too overdone and just passed out...

"Cough cough...lift...carry in? Who carried me?"

"It's two strong men." Shi Qin said honestly.

Oh, you brat, of course I know that it will not be two women who are carrying the man, can you tell me something useful?

Fortunately, Shi Qin immediately added: "But Shizi and another young prince followed behind."

Wen Liangyu knew there was something going on: "What kind of young master?"

"Young, handsome, graceful, suave and charming. The young master looked at the young master with red eyes, but didn't say much. But Shizi said impatiently that the young master died soon, and asked him not to come for three years as promised. Harassing the son."

"Oh, what will that young master leave for me?" Wen Liangyu hastily added: "I am very ill now, and I miss him very much."

"Young master didn't mention any thoughts in the past, but there is something that you look at from time to time." The good boy hurried to get something that could comfort his young master.Wen Liangyu took it and saw that it was a very delicate hidden weapon: the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, and there was a barrel full of venomous thorns in the syringe.

Hey, could it be that Mr. Yu's imaginary lover is actually from the Tang Sect?Just tried it, the needle can no longer fire.Wen Liangyu checked briefly and found that the mechanical spring was faulty, but he didn't know why Mr. Yu hadn't repaired it for so long.After fiddling with it a few times, the syringe was repaired, and Wen Liangyu's eyes turned black. She knew that if she didn't lie down properly, she would really faint, so she had to give up today's identity-seeking journey.

Fortunately... When Shi Qin gently tucked in the quilt for him, Wen Liangyu thought: Finally something has been gained.

The author has something to say: The son of a thousand gold means that Chu Huan's status is very noble.

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