The guard froze for a moment and immediately woke up. He didn't dare to look again: "I don't dare!"
He was not angry, he just narrowed his eyes and reached out to touch the left corner of his forehead to the end of his eye.
The skin there is twisted and bumpy.
"Tsk, it's so ugly. It's still hurt. Will she be unhappy?" He sighed softly.
"That is, have you ever seen an ugly vixen who brought disaster to the country and the people? The little girl is pretty, be careful she doesn't want you!"
Old Man Tang sarcastically said.
When I think of this brat "escaping" in such a dangerous way, I want to jerk off.
How much effort did you and the little girl waste in detoxifying him and treating his soul-leaving syndrome?
The little girl was forced to marry Shangguan Hongye because of this.
He doesn't take his own life seriously, which makes people angry just thinking about it!
Upon seeing this, Lao He quickly pulled the miracle doctor Tang aside and begged in a low voice——
"Mr. Tang, the miracle doctor, my little master's soul-leaving syndrome is just much better, not cured! Don't irritate him."
When dealing with the late emperor, the young master could still maintain his last sanity and did not do anything more terrifying or crazy.
In fact, it was considered that the Soul Leaving Syndrome had been greatly improved, and he was very relieved.
"You just pamper him, how can a child just dote on him? He must be scolded when he needs to be scolded, and he must be punished if he needs to be punished, otherwise he will cause more trouble next time!"
The miracle doctor Tang rudely sprayed Lao He with spit on his face.
Lao He sighed deeply, wiped his face, and smiled bitterly: "Everything you said is right."
Yes, child, he will never have a child of his own in his life, and it is impossible for him to have another child of his own.
Many years ago, I rescued that little boy and lived together for such a long time.
To put it bluntly, although he didn't deserve it, he had already involuntarily regarded his young master as his own child.
"It won't happen anymore, don't worry." A cold and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Lao He and Mr. Tang, the miracle doctors, stopped arguing and looked at each other.
But he saw that the tall guard had already put down the person in his arms.
He was trembling slightly, but he supported the guard and stood, looking at himself in the mirror.
"Everything in the past is like yesterday, which cannot be left behind. The fire burned Cangqiao. Today, Shangguan Yanqiao is not dead, so it is naturally different."
He said calmly.
All of that was just to burn Cang Qiao to death, to live another life, and to let Shangguan Yan Qiao return to the world.
Lao He couldn't help but shed tears of excitement and relief in his eyes.
Old Man Tang did not ridicule him again, but hummed: "I hope so!"
The person standing in front of the mirror said slowly: "From now on...ahem...before you officially join our people and raise a rebellion, you will only call me 'Yan' in front of outsiders."
"Yes! Master Yan!" Everyone in the room clasped their fists together.
Old Man Tang groaned and said: "Okay, okay, lie back down quickly. You have been unconscious for the past few months. You can't be in a hurry to work. You haven't recovered yet!"
As long as he is Cang Qiao for one day, this boy will have to deal with Emperor Ming every day in the palace and all kinds of dirty things in the palace and in the court.
I have to suppress all my emotions in my heart and pretend to flatter my enemies. I don’t know when this soul-leaving syndrome will be cured.
But Shangguan Yanqiao is different. He only needs to concentrate on how to get his things back.
With that said, Old Man Tang directed the tall guard to pick up Shangguan Yanqiao, whose face was as pale as snow, and put him back on the bed.
Shangguan Yanqiao did not refuse, but closed his eyes and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Old man Tang... ahem... my face..."
"Now you know you are anxious? You can see his face in the first place!" Old Man Tang scolded him rudely.
"Okay, I will find a way. Fortunately, your injury is not in the face, otherwise it would be really ugly!"
Although it was not good for the court to speak, Old Man Tang still began to seriously think about how to remove the scars on his face.
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. After all, it's not Cang Qiao. You don't have to serve anyone with this face in the future." Shangguan Yanqiao said calmly.
Old Man Tang hummed softly: "If you really think so, don't be so arrogant. I really owed you a debt in my previous life."
You're a duplicitous brat, you're so damn pretty, you say you don't care, but you're holding on to the quilt with your hands!
Obviously he still cares about it.
I’m afraid that the little girl will dislike me!
But speaking of that little girl, I don’t know which mountain nook and cranny that little girl has gone to in the three southwestern provinces.
Old Man Tang sighed.
This brat is getting better now. Without that little girl to restrain him, I don't know what kind of monster he will become again.
…
"Sister Lanruo! It's time for lunch!"
A tall young man wearing an indigo Miao border cotton robe carried a basket and led two Gu guards towards the medicine field.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
The silver jewelry jingled with his steps, like the wind chimes of a stilted building being blown by the mountains.
The beautiful young Miao boy with an original and fresh air looked like a young mountain deer, attracting the Miao girls on both sides who were working in the medicine fields to stand upright.
Carrying baskets on their backs, they smiled and waved to the young man: "Little White Witch, have a good lunch, give us some delicious food!"
Girls from the Miao border are bold and enthusiastic, and Chu Yuanbai's identity here is the great wizard.
But the young and handsome wizard is just a little brother, who wouldn’t like him?
"No!" Chu Yuanbai ignored them with a cold expression, carrying the basket and leading the people through the medicine field.
"Puch, hahahaha... the great wizard must have gone to find Saint Lanruo. He just wants to serve the Saint."
"But the saint doesn't want anyone."
Chu Yuanbai blushed, glared at them angrily, quickened his pace and ran deep into the medicine field.
Deep in the medicine field, there is a stilted building, with a large thatched pavilion downstairs.
A slim figure wearing a tie-dyed purple and white Miao girl's skirt is grinding the medicine attentively.
Jing Ming, who was wearing men's shorts next to him, was using a rake to remove all the dried medicine on the ground and said: "That boy Chu Yuanbai is here again!"
Ming Lanruo raised her head. Her long hair was randomly braided into several long braids and semi-fixed with silver jewelry at the back of her head.
The fine silver bird tassels are pinned to both sides of the forehead, and they jingle whenever they move.
Fresh and chic, and with her skin so white that it never gets tanned, she looks like a blue iris blooming in the mountains.
"Xiao Bai is here?" She greeted Chu Yuanbai with a smile.
Chu Yuanbai looked at her, his face flushed slightly, nodded, and put the basket in his hand on the table——
"Sister Lanruoa, this is the roasted pigeon I made. You are busy here day and night looking for cures for my people. Don't tire yourself out."
Jing Ming sniffed and glanced sideways at the basket——
Tsk tsk, now I have started to wash my hands and make soup. This little prince is so virtuous.
