Ming Lanruo looked at the spoon that had been knocked over in her hand. There was no drop of spider urine in it, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed: "It's so annoying!"
She could only look at the fat, fluffy spider on one side: "Rhubarb, spread it again..."
Before the word "pee" came out of her mouth, Dahuang turned his fat butt towards her and bounced away.
Damn you, I really don’t have a drop of my essence left. Let’s wait until I’m full!
Ming Lanruo: "..."
This rhubarb thing really doesn't last for three days without a roof...forget it, things like urine need to be saved up.
She had better calm down her heart for Cang Qiao first!
But...I don't know why.
She looked down at Cang Qiao, who was as weak as a young man lying in her arms, and suddenly thought of her previous life again.
That day, she was lying in his arms without breathing.
Only a ghost was left looking at him holding her body, desperate and paranoid, holding her and muttering to himself, as if she was still alive.
It was also at that moment that she really wanted to wipe the despair from his eyes with her own hands.
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes, ran her fingertips through his long, shiny black hair, and touched the back of his head like a coaxing child.
She murmured slowly and in a low voice: "It's true, it's true - I owed you something in my previous life."
In the world of mortals, we cannot avoid this love disaster.
Ming Lanruo tried her best to crawl out from under him and stretched out her hand to check his pulse.
She found that in addition to the internal force backlashing him, his entire heart and mind were in chaos.
It was obviously much more stable before, so why is it like this again?
Cang Qiao must have been suddenly stimulated to do this.
While she was thinking about it, she got up and went to the house to find a bowl and water.
The house was a mess, with broken things everywhere. She finally dug out a dusty bowl and an earthenware pot for boiling water.
She took the earthen jar and bowl to the well in the yard to fetch water and wash them. Then she placed the earthen jar and bowl in the yard, collecting rainwater and using it to make medicine while she pondered.
She seemed to be talking about the late Emperor and Concubine Mei just now. Why was he so sensitive?
She couldn't help complaining: "I feel like a cub born to Concubine Mei. Do I need to be so indignant about the things that happened during the late emperor's time? I feel like I'm getting sick..."
The words reached his lips and stopped abruptly.
Ming Lanruo opened her eyes slightly, looking at the dripping rain, and a horrifying and ridiculous idea appeared in her mind.
Could it be...that he is really the son of Concubine Mei and the late emperor?!
Ming Lanruo suddenly looked back at the beautiful sleeping man lying on the rocking chair, and was greatly shocked.
She couldn't help but get up and walk to Cang Qiao, raising her hand to pick up the fine hair from his bun.
Rumor has it that Concubine Mei is a peerless beauty from the Golden Horde. Her facial features are as exquisite as heavenly sculptures, her eyebrows are deep and gorgeous, and she has black hair and silver eyes.
She traced Cang Qiao's face little by little with her fingertips and looked at it intently——
His eyelids are deep, the ends of his eyes are raised, the bridge of his nose is thin and high, and his facial features are exquisite and almost impeccable, with a charm that crosses gender.
In the past, I only thought it was because of his beauty, but now it seems that he has a vague outline of a foreign race.
"Pa!" A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist fiercely, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at her intently with his dark eyes.
"I didn't mean it, I just wanted to see how you were doing..." Ming Lanruo froze in embarrassment.
She was caught touching his face, and this venomous man didn't know what to say to ridicule her.
"Mom..." Cang Qiao looked at her and suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Ming Lanruo: "..."
How does she look like his mother?! Is she that old?!
