410 lonely charm

Qian Yumo is tidying up his crown in front of the landing bronze mirror.

This is the longest time he left Beijing. It took half a year to spread rumors, and some people spread the news everywhere regardless of the avalanche. Qian Yumo did not intend to hide it. Perhaps as he said, he wanted to see what kind of faces some people would show.

Luo Wener embedded the brocade curtain with gold patterns more than once and looked out, but she saw that many people were fighting for gold and silver, but several people dressed up were mixed in the crowd and seemed to be participating in the robbery. However, she was obviously absent-minded and peeked at the imperial car from time to time.

She couldn't help frowning. These people are so concerned that they want him to be born or...

"Yuncai, do you think it will scare them half to death if you go out with such vigor and high spirits?"

Luo Wen'er stared at him angrily.

But Qian Yumo is right. At this moment, he is dressed in a golden crown on a red background, and his face looks like pink, his lips are red, and with that confident smile, it makes everything pale.

The hair is tied with purple and gold crowns, and rarely curls up all the long hair, which is more elegant and refreshing. It's just that I still can't get rid of the usual leisure and laziness, and a few wisps of green silk are floating leisurely in front of my forehead, making the look more and more charming.

It's strange to say, but when mortals wear things that are too dazzling, they are always easy to be covered by the light. Qianyu ink is good, and all the brilliance has become his foil, as if they were born for him, so that she can't help blushing and heartbeat when she only looks at it and remembers Mrs. Liu's exclaim: "Is the world swollen? Can you have such a beautiful man?"

"Shang Yi, won't you go out and have a look with me?"

"What are you looking at?" She pretended to curl her cuffs: "You are the shining sun, and I don't want to be roasted grass. Besides, they are looking at you. What am I going out for?

"If you don't go out..." Qian Yumo picked up the curtain and looked at it: "Oh, there are many little girls who come to greet the lonely today, and they are all very watery. It happens that I haven't practiced how to wink for a long time. In fact, I don't fly a lot, but some people don't appreciate it. Well, let's take a look. Has the charm of loneliness weakened..."

"Qian Yumo!"

He was about to leave, and there was a roar behind him.

I couldn't help hooking the corners of my lips and turned around, but I was still serious: "If Shangyi goes out with Gu and help me see how many can I be fascinated by?"

This person, simply, simply...

Luo Wener gritted her teeth, but suddenly lowered her head and said nothing more.

The wound on her body has healed, because she has removed a few layers of skin, and her skin is softer. The hand was not as alarmistly amputated as the imperial doctor, but the condition of the little finger of the left hand was worse than before. Every time it was straightened, it would bend back.

But what's worse is her feet.

The old injury was difficult to heal. It cracked again when climbing the mountain, and then it was frozen again. As a result, it is still swollen. Although the royal doctor said that he would recover after a little more time, who knows if Qian Yumo cooperated with him to deceive her? If she is really lame...

She suddenly regretted coming back with him. Maybe she should stay in the snowy mountains...

The broken light flashed in front of her, and when she fixed her eyes, it was a set of water-red fiery gold silk cloud pattern palace clothes, folded neatly, put on a gold tray and handed it to her.

In his ear, it was his gentle breath: "Come on, replace this..."

She twisted her body and unconsciously held the dark green blue-patterned mattress, trying to hold back her tears.

Qian Yumo squatted down, held her hand, and was used to massaging her weak little finger: "Yuncai, aren't you making me sad like this? If it weren't for me, you couldn't..."

Luo Wener shook her head and sucked her nose.

"Don't you believe me that much?"

shook his head again.

She sat next to her and raised her finger to pull her face. She insisted on moving her head.

sigh: "Actually, you think too much, and your foot is not incurable. But every doctor always needs to make the patient's condition more serious. If it is more serious, I wish you could believe that you were going to die immediately, otherwise why would you ask him for treatment? And the more serious the disease, the more he will appear to be able..."

"But Dr. Liu said that there was nothing wrong with my foot..."

"Then what are you worried about?"

I raised my eyes and looked at him resently... But every doctor is a kind comfort for those who are really good at it. Don't you understand?

Qian Yumo laughed and pinched her little nose: "Liu Xianghuai really didn't lie to you this time. Your foot injury just needs to recover for a period of time, and it will hurt your muscles and bones for 100 days..."

"It's been almost a hundred days..."

"It's been so long? I calculated..." Qian Yumo pretended to pinch for a while: "Isn't it? But this time you are broken, and you have to do it for another 100 days..."

"Qian Yumo..."

"Okay, I'm joking with you..." Regardless of her awkwardness, she hugged her: "Actually, it's because a medicine is missing, otherwise, you can jump alive now..."

"What medicine?"

"Do you remember how Ding Zijun's hand got better?"

When he first met Qian Yumo, he met Ding Zijun when he took her out for the first time. According to Hu Lun, the world's most skillful hand was framed of stealing by Shang Jing's wife, injured his hand, was saved by Qian Yumo, and helped him heal his injury, using...

"Snowland intermittent ointment." Qian Yumo helped her remember.

"It's an immutable elixir for Xueling's daughter..."

Qian Yumo nodded: "At the beginning, how serious Ding Zijun's hand injury was. It was like mud, but it was not cured later? Have you seen his current hand? That's simply..."

He swept his long finger in front of her like a flower: "It's just that I accidentally got that thing, and I didn't care much about it, so I gave it to him. If I had met you earlier..."

smiled: "So you don't have to worry about your feet at all, even your little finger will be intact. It's just that it's my turn to worry..."

Shaking his head and sighed: "This can run and jump. What should I do if I fly? If it's not like now, you can't live without me wherever you go..."

He was waiting for Luo Wener to settle accounts with him, but he didn't want to hear anything for a long time. He raised his eyes and saw her look at himself with complicated eyes: "Are you... going to go to Shufei to ask for the intermittent ointment of Xueyu?"

After being stunned, the charm suddenly appeared and got close to her: "Are you jealous?"

But Qian Yumo knew that he could make her happy, but it was a great joke about such things. His clouds were a small vinegar jar that would explode.

Hug her: "Why do you ask her? She may not have it either!"

Speaking of this, I don't know why he sneered, but when Luo Wener looked over, he only saw him smiling confidently: "Don't worry, the mountain people have their own tricks!"

He held her shoulder and shook it gently: "Why don't you change your clothes? People outside are still waiting to see me..."

Luo Wener still didn't want to go out, and he suddenly showed a playful look: "Do you want me to replace it for you in person?"