doting queen

"Don't be tied together."

The young master pulled out his fingers. He came here because the eldest lady found a blind fortune-teller. The blind man pinched his fingers and made the calculations, saying that his mother was taken away by him, and that he would kill his father.

This was thrown to Zhuangzi.

"Tong Yunuo!" Zhuang Yan glared at him, his face tensed, "I'm angry, if you die, I'll drag you back if I go to hell."

The young master took a deep breath, not because of pain, nor because of fear, but because he was moved by Majestic's words, he stretched out his hand and held Majestic's hand, fingers crossed, as if they would never be separated.

After a while, the old Chinese doctor held a porcelain bowl filled with black-painted medicine, which seemed to be extremely bitter, "Come on, drink the medicine and you'll be fine."

Zhuang Yan took the medicine, and then helped the young master up, "I have something delicious in my pocket, you drink the medicine, and I'll give it to you."

The young master moved his nose, held the bowl in both hands, frowned beautifully, and said comfortingly: "Drink the medicine, you won't die."

After finishing speaking, the red lips stuck to the porcelain bowl. As soon as the potion touched his tongue, the young master felt so bitter that he wanted to spit it out. He suppressed the discomfort and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking, he was afraid that he would spit it out, so he covered his mouth.

Holding him solemnly, he returned the bowl to the old Chinese doctor, and asked worriedly: "Is there any problem? Do you want to keep taking it?"

The old Chinese doctor picked up a patch of medicine for him, and said: "Maybe he will vomit and vomit later, it's almost like going to the gate of hell, I don't have any expensive medicinal materials here, go to the pharmacy tomorrow and grab this pair to make up for him. "

Zhuang Yan puts people in the top of his heart and will buy medicinal materials no matter how expensive they are. He folded the prescriptions neatly and put them in his pocket, then took out a few hawthorns and handed them to the young master, saying, "I'll make candied haws for you."

"Don't." The old Chinese doctor said: "After eating so much ashes, the stomach must have suffered a serious crime. I have been eating lightly during this time, and the hawthorn is too sour."

The young master held Zhuang Yan's hand, his eyes were full of water, his mouth curled up, and said: "Then I won't eat it, can I lick it with my tongue, if I don't swallow it, I'll just lick the taste."

His words confused the old Chinese doctor, he didn't know what to say for a while, and he was completely cute by him.But the young master thought that he was asking too much, so he tugged on Zhuang Yan's sleeves and begged him to intercede, "Tell him, I'll lick it a few times, just a few times."

Solemn and helpless, he laughed angrily, and poked his finger between his brows, "Tong Yunuo, can you give your brother a long face, huh?"

"Have a face." Don't you have a face? The young master also felt that it was shameful to say such a thing, so he covered his face with his solemn sleeve and said sullenly, "I'll lick it secretly, just don't let others see it. "

The voice is small, like a greedy kitten.

The old Chinese doctor laughed loudly and nodded repeatedly, "Zhuang Yan, you really found a treasure, okay, you can lick it, I have a few pieces of candy here, take it back and give it to your heart and liver to taste."

When the old Chinese doctor brought the sugar over, the young master became more reserved, his face turned stern, and he shook his head resolutely, "Eat it, brother will buy it for me."

"Haha, it seems that I only eat your candy, and the education is good." The old Chinese doctor patted the solemn shoulder and smiled from ear to ear.

Zhuang Yan felt sweet in his heart, and hugged him back.

Now that the people in the manor had heard that Zhuang Yan had returned, they were so scared that they squatted in the corner watching, afraid that he would rush over and beat someone.

One of them comforted himself and said: "Although Zhuang Yan's surname is Zhuang, he is not from our village after all. He dare not touch that hand."

Another said: "But the people in the village said that when Zhuang Yan came to our village, he was covered in blood all over his body, and he was holding a knife in his hand. The bloody appearance means that he has killed someone."

"What are you afraid of? Everyone in our village has the surname Zhuang. Is it possible that we can stand on his side? Besides, the group of us can't beat him?"

"That's right, then I'm not afraid!"

Fugui squatted among them, listening to each of them, he felt relieved, he didn't believe that Zhuangyan could beat a group of people by himself!

Several people whispered, seeing Zhuang Yan approaching, immediately ran around like a group of crows, fearing that Zhuang Yan would cut them all down with a knife.

Zhuang Yan frowned, his long and narrow eyebrows were full of evil spirit, he pushed open the door with a sullen face, the important task now is to take good care of Xiaogan, and not to make Xiaogan feel good or bad, as for them...

Oh, wait.