267 do your best

Seeing that Qianyu Mozhong returned to normal again, Zhang Linqiao only felt that his back was suddenly soaked.

He didn't understand why Wang Shang cared so much about a civilian woman and kicked him to Tianxiang Tower early in the morning. Maybe it has something to do with his exile among the people in his early years, or because the dead dream concubine was also from a civilian background, so she loved Wu and Wu, and even used the ice and snow excellent time prepared for him by Qin Mutou for him...

However, looking at this moment, I'm just worried that I can't eat fresh things, so shopkeeper Luo is equal to the Lantern Festival. Is that the reason?

"Well, the seat in the hospital seems to be empty for a long time..."

In the divine tour, I suddenly heard such an unintentional sentence.

Zhang Linqiao hurriedly bowed again: "I, thank you, Wang!"

"It seems that thank you a little early..."

"I will do my best!"

"You have been 'exhausted' several times. Keep it and cure the shopkeeper Luo! Well, I heard that it seems unlucky to eat the food cooked by patients..."

"I must..."

"Okay, go down."

"I will leave."

Qianyu smiled at the corners of his lips and looked straight at Zhang Linqiao's step by step out of the door. The smile suddenly formed a layer of cold ice.

"Lang Hao."

Lang Hao, dressed as a night blue bodyguard, appeared out of thin air and saluted in the march.

"Do you know what to do?"

Lang Hao nod his head and disappeared in an instant.

Hu Lun, who was guarding the throne, shook his head.

In this way, the imperial sword guard has become the master's revenge killer for his heart.

But this time it's still a little advanced. On this New Year's Eve, wasn't he left in prison as a bodyguard for Luo Wen'er? Last Mid-Autumn Festival, wasn't he forced to be a thief by his master to steal Luo Wen's money?

This is the ability to work more!

He held the dust and was a little gloating, but he unconsciously moved his neck.

Fortunately, he just concealed it this time... In fact, it's not a concealment. Who let the master not ask himself?

However, when he came back from prison that day, the master turned his back to him and suddenly said, "Hu Lun, how many times is this?"

He was stunned, and then realized that as early as Luo Wener slipped, the master warned him not to be "smart", but...

And the master can continue to keep him by his side because after all, the master understands his painstaking efforts.

It's good to understand.

He was carefully relieved, and then saw the master turn his eyes and look at him, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips...

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Luo Wen'er lay in ** and saw that Dr. Zhang, who came to see her yesterday, suddenly changed his attitude today, so attentive that everyone didn't know what to do.

Zhang's mother said that she must have hit something unclean at the end of the year, so she suffered a reckless disaster. As a result, the old and the new alternated, and her bad luck immediately disappeared, and her fortune would get better and better.

Although she doesn't believe this, she is happy.

Mo Xi didn't lie to her. She was really released the next day. I really don't know how he did it. Could it be that he knew the Lord of the Endless Kingdom? Or is it a family with the power to cover the sky?

And Zhao Yi told her that on the day she was released, the merchants withdrew the joint complaint, and the government could not hold her responsible for hiding monsters.

Zhao Yi inquired in private and said that it was an order issued by the president of various commercial banks. If there is any violation, he will be expelled from the association immediately, and he should never want to do business in the boundless.

She knew that Mo Xi must have used the means, because he has the most powerful manpower in all walks of life.

It's just that Sanlang still can't come back, because although there is no way to prove that he is a monster, although he caught the real murderer who hurt poultry and livestock yesterday... It's two huge weasels, which have nothing to do with him, but he does have an unknown origin and looks strange. In order to avoid danger, he can only be detained.

I heard that on the day he came to arrest him, he behaved very obediently, neither noisy nor resisted, so he followed silently. She knew that Sanlang knew that it was because he had caused her a disaster, so he refused to cause her any more trouble.

Every time she thought of it, she couldn't help biting her lips and burying her face in the pillow.

Wanying went to see him and said that she had not been tortured, because no one dared to touch him. He just nestled in a dark prison. He was very depressed. He was also thin and never spoke again.

Luo Wen'er was a little anxious, but there was no way. At the beginning, Qian Yuyi was able to get an identity for her "using power for personal gain". Later, she became "Luo Yun" and Mo Xi made a guarantee. It is said that it took a lot of hard time before she could gain a foothold in Shengjing, and Sanlang... How can she get an identity for Sanlang? No one hurt him, will he be so old and die in prison?

Maybe she can also ask Mo Xi to make a guarantee, but he has helped her so much...

Thinking about it, she is really greedy.

In addition, she is now only on "out of bail for medical treatment", because no one is responsible for the "monster", but what initially sent her to prison was a "beauty accident". In any case, she can't figure out how the fairy water she has a problem with. Is it allergic?

She has never seen what the princess of the Lang family has been destroyed, because she is just a civilian, and who can see it if she wants to? But how can she be reconciled if she doesn't see it? This is a charge on her head, and what if she has a cure? She just doesn't believe that she can blame the past just by making a few Lantern Festival for the king? If so, isn't this king too hasty? Does he act at will only based on his preferences? Just like he regards the hanging wisteria as life, but for those who touch it, life and death? Besides, how did he know about the Lantern Festival? Did Mo Xi tell him? But she doesn't seem to have mentioned it with Mo Xi.

However, the king always seems to save her from water and fire, just like last time Tianxianglou was framed and poisoned by Yakeju. Although the truth surfaced, the business has been bleak for a long time. If the king hadn't suddenly ordered the dumplings of Tianxianglou to enter the palace, Tianxianglou would have been full of guests again overnight. I really don't know how long it will take for her to raise the world.

So this time, she really wants to do her best to make a Lantern Festival for the king, not to make a name for herself, not to make a crime, but to be grateful.

She really wants to thank him.

But her hand...

Dr. Zhang seemed to be more nervous about her hands than her, staring at the mummy-like arm all day long.

But it has been hurt for 100 days, and now it's only half a month. How can we "hand" do the Lantern Festival for the king?

However, she still asked Zhang's mother and others to prepare glutinous rice noodles and other ingredients, and instructed them to make a large number of Lantern Festival to freeze for the Lantern Festival.

Because Tianxiang Tower will host the imperial banquet again, the topic of the Lantern Festival has already spread all over the streets and alleys, and it is estimated that there will be another crazy rush that day.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Dr. Zhang told her excitedly that because she was given the best medicine in the palace, and he was the best doctor in the palace, her hand was likely to recover before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Isn't the best doctor Dr. Qin? Why didn't he come?

But she didn't dare to ask, because she knew that her peers were enemies.

She looked at her hand.

In just seven days, I removed the splint and removed the bandage, which is indeed as fast as a miracle. At present, most of the swelling has subsided and looks a little hand-like. It's just that it hurts a little when you move, with ten fingers connected to your heart, and every time you cry, it's even more painful than when you put on the stick.

and the little finger of her left hand, if she refused to help, it would bend there, like a poor bug.

She slowly straightened it, stared at it, and then buried her face on the pillow.