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 all 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 resurrect him, 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 slowly said: "From now on...ahem...before we officially join our people and raise a rebellion, in front of outsiders, we will only call them
I said 'flame'."
"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 kid 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.
