The more she spoke, the tighter his fingers tightened around her throat.
Ming Lanruo's vision turned black, and she felt that her throat would be strangled by him in the next moment.
"Woo... it's my mother! My mother told me, she asked me... to save you!" She blushed and screamed with all her strength.
"..." Cang Qiao's cold fingers finally relaxed a little.
Ming Lanruo got a chance to breathe, coughing and saying: "Cough cough cough cough... Cang Qiao... cough... you believe me, I can cure it, I haven't told anyone that you are not a real eunuch!!
"
The man's hand that was holding his throat completely released.
Ming Lanruo breathed heavily, covered in cold sweat, and the pain in her throat reminded herself——
Cang Qiao seems to be different from her previous life, where he was unwilling to hurt her at all.
Why on earth did he change?
"Tell me, what else do you know?" Cang Qiao pulled out a hot soldering iron from the stove nearby and looked at it slowly.
Ming Lanruo was afraid that he would stab her with the branding iron next moment, so she swallowed: "No, my mother told me to risk my life to keep the secret. One day, I might be able to save my own life by doing this."
Although it is true except for the first sentence that it can cure his disease, the other words are all made up by her.
But it was obvious that Cang Qiao would only let her live to finish her story in the name of her mother.
Cang Qiao held the knife and looked at her in a blink of an eye, his dark eyes filled with a cold light: "Only the dead can keep secrets."
Ming Lanruo looked serious: "Isn't it a pity that a dead person can't treat you?"
Cang Qiao: "..."
Ming Lanruo: "..."
The two stared at each other for a while, then Cang Qiao suddenly raised his head and smiled wildly: "Hahahaha..."
His cold and beautiful Shura face, the cold snow has just melted, turning into spring flowers and autumn moon.
But this laughter was extremely cold.
Ming Lanruo sighed: "Cang Qiao... stop laughing, it scares me."
It is true that he is beautiful, and it is true that he is scary.
Cang Qiao stopped smiling and narrowed his eyes to look at her: "Princess Mourning, you really don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything."
Ming Lanruo was a little embarrassed, and said with crooked eyes: "Yes, I always trouble my uncle, and I am also embarrassed. Isn't it because life in the palace is too difficult?"
Cang Qiao looked at her generous look and her teeth itched: "Ha..."
In the past, this girl was aloof and self-possessed, looked down upon him, and would never call him uncle.
But the way she looked like her uncle before her uncle made him want to strangle her to death even more!
He looked at the soldering iron in his hand casually: "I will give you this opportunity. If you can't cure it..."
Ming Lanruo swore: "If I can't cure it, I will be struck by thunder and die without a burial place!!"
Cang Qiao threw the soldering iron into the stove and said in an understated tone: "There's no need. It can't be cured. The little boy you gave birth to will be purified and go to the East Factory to be a little eunuch, serving tea by my side."
Ming Lanruo looked at him in disbelief: "You actually..."
Xiaoxi is his child!
Cang Qiao walked up to her and lifted her chin frivolously: "Don't you want to live a good life? If your son serves me well, you mother and son will also have a good life."
Ming Lanruo looked into his dark and deep eyes and suddenly tilted her head and smiled: "Xiao Xi is not sensible, why not... I will take care of you?"
In the air full of the smell of blood, the little woman in front of him smiled in a flattering and well-behaved way, but Cang Qiao could read the anger and provocation in her eyes.
There was still charm in that provocation, and a dark flame of desire flashed in Cang Qiao's eyes.
His eyes fell on her slender neck, where... there were finger marks that he had pinched out.
The bright red finger marks on her snow-white skin were shocking, but they were the marks he left on her body...
He likes the traces of him on her body.
This shameless and dark thought made him lick the corners of his dry lips and ask in a hoarse voice: "Does it hurt?"
Ming Lanruo felt that Cang Qiao's tone had become gentler, and she said calmly: "It's okay, can you put me down?"
Cang Qiao paused, then raised his hand to unlock the chain that locked her.
Ming Lanruo breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed her wrists, and walked tiredly off the torture rack.
But Cang Qiao didn't move away. As soon as she stepped down, she almost ran into his arms.
"Well..." She instinctively wanted to take a step back.
But the next moment, Cang Qiao's slender arms suddenly grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into her arms.
Ming Lanruo's whole body was pressed tightly against his body.
Her entire face immediately flushed red, and her whole body froze in his arms: "Cang Qiao..."
"I've lost a lot of weight in the past few years." Cang Qiao's fingers wandered carelessly on her thin waist, as if measuring something.
Ming Lanruo became even more absent-minded: "Well... the food in the palace is not good, and you can't even eat the eggs."
It was so intimate... She could even feel the undulating texture of his strong chest and the tightness of his waist and abdomen through his clothes.
Cang Qiao seemed not to notice the stiffness of the little woman in his arms, and only played with the ends of her hair: "If it's so hard, why don't you come and beg me."
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes. The cold and aggressive ashes of smoke on his body made her whole body weak and her breathing trembled.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips: "Didn't I just come to beg you, Lord Governor?"
It was obviously him who gave her to a dead man to be his princess, and even refused to see her or let her send messages before she entered the palace.
Just to make her suffer, he said it as if she didn't want to see him.
Ho-ho! Man!
Cang Qiao looked at her gentle and gentle look, no different from other people trying to please him, but he didn't know why he felt inexplicably irritable in his heart.
He didn't want to see the hypocrisy of her small flattery, but would rather see her shouting at him openly on the street just now.
He suddenly let go of his hand, turned back to the Eight Immortals Chair and sat down gracefully: "I didn't know you had medical skills."
Ming Lanruo considered it carefully and said, "Aunt Agu, who was by my side in the past, was originally a great witch doctor from the Miao border brought back by my grandfather, so I learned some medical skills from her."
In her previous life, in order to help King Qin at critical moments, she had been secretly begging her grandma to teach her medical skills.
In the past few years, I have relied on my own medical skills to survive the death of giving birth to a child, and I have struggled to raise Xi'er.
Cang Qiao suddenly turned gloomy and sneered: "Really? You are quite thoughtful. How do you plan to treat me?"
Ming Lanruo felt strangely angry again for some reason after hearing his originally gentle tone.
She felt annoyed and aggrieved in her heart, and she was not in the mood to speculate on his thoughts.
She smiled softly and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Chitose, to go to Chunxiang Pavilion in a few days. I'll bring everything to see you there."
Cang Qiao stopped holding the tea, raised her head and stared at her: "Where did you say?"
Ming Lanruo smiled brightly: "Chunxiang Pavilion, I will receive guests there in a few days. If uncle wants to be my guest, Grandma Zhang will definitely give you a free meal."
Looking at Cang Qiao's cold expression, she deliberately pronounced the word "uncle" in a frivolous and mocking way.