Yuan Qingling curled up and said with a heavy nasal voice: "If you want to scold me, you can scold me, but you can't hit me. If you dare to hit me, I will fight with you. As I said before, I didn't push her into the lake. She was the one who dragged me down because she was crazy."
She pressed my head hard to prevent me from floating up, so I had no choice but to hurt her with the hairpin!"
She sniffed, feeling extremely aggrieved. How could she meet such a crazy woman?
"I know you won't believe me. You hate me. My breathing is wrong. You like her. Her feet smell good to you too..."
Yu Wenhao tore off her clothes with one hand and peeled them off with both hands, "Shut up!"
Yuan Qingling's eyes were red and she said fiercely: "Hit me again? You want to hit me again? I will die with you!"
After saying that, he rushed towards his neck and bit him in one bite.
"You madman!" Yu Wenhao was furious. He stretched out his hand and touched it. Blood beads were oozing from his neck. He took off his outer clothes and threw them to her. "When will I beat you? You are soaked all over. You took off your clothes."
The king's outer garments."
"You can't be so kind!" Yuan Qingling looked at the outer clothes he took off and said firmly.
"Yes, I am going to kill you." Yu Wenhao was so angry that his handsome face was twisted and hideous because of her anger.
Yuan Qingling wiped her face and said humbly: "Then it's up to you. Why did you tear my clothes off? Are you mute?"
Yu Wenhao simply ignored her and turned around.
Yuan Qingling's nose felt itchy and he sneezed several times in succession. It was indeed cold.
She slowly took off her clothes, "Don't look at me."
"The devil is looking at you." Yu Wenhao said coldly.
Yuan Qingling quickly put the outer clothes on her body. After wrapping her body, she picked up the clothes she had changed out of. She took out a pill of vitamin C from the medicine box and swallowed it. Then she twisted the clothes and wiped her wet hair, "
Did I misunderstand you? I thought you didn’t believe me."
Yu Wenhao leaned on the backrest and remained silent.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "Do you believe I didn't push her?"
Yu Wenhao said nothing.
Yuan Qingling stuck out her tongue, silence is golden.
This time it was really unexpected.
Yuan Qingling wiped her hair for a while, then put down her wet clothes and asked, "How is King Huai's condition?"
He said: "Not good."
"How bad is it to be bad?"
"It's very bad." He looked gloomy.
He looked sideways at her, "Does your box have any medicine for him?"
Yuan Qing Ling said in embarrassment: "His disease is not that easy to cure."
"Yes, it's not that easy to cure." He said, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. It was just a casual question. He knew that tuberculosis cannot be cured.
Yuan Qingling hesitantly reached out and patted his shoulder, "Don't be sad, life and death are determined by fate."
His eyes were straight, "I was the one who killed him."
Yuan Qingling was surprised, "How do you explain this? What does his illness have to do with you?"
Yu Wenhao whispered: "Three years ago, Ben came back from the battlefield and brought three veterans to drink with him. Unexpectedly, one of them had tuberculosis. No one knew it at the time, not even the patient himself. That meal
Not long after drinking, Lao Liu fell ill."
Tuberculosis is a highly contagious disease that can be transmitted by droplets. It is not surprising to contract it if you eat wine together, chat, drink and drink together, and foam comes from the mouth.
"Of the four, he is the only one who is sick. I and the other two veterans are all fine."
Yuan Qing snorted, "Probability, it doesn't mean that everyone will be infected if we drink together."