Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 373: Nine thousand years old, he is good-looking

Huasui vowed not to give up until she fulfilled Yun Ai's orders, and she wanted to catch up, so Yun Yang grabbed Yu Jiao'er and ran away.

"Myna, myna, watch your family's flower age, it's too scary!"

The person ran far away, but Yun Yang's voice carried far away, "Wen Zhi, hurry up, stop Hua Sui!"

Wen Zhi is about to cry but has no tears. How can his half-hearted efforts compare with Hua Sui? Isn't this looking for death?
He was two years younger than Hua Sui, but a head and a half taller than her, but that didn't stop him from being afraid of her.

"Hua, sister Huasui, don't hit the slave..."

Hua Sui frowned, and when he was hesitating whether to take action, Yun Ai's cold voice came, "Come back."

"Yes."

Wen Zhi was so moved that he survived, he bowed repeatedly, watched Yun Ai leave, turned around and ran away.

When Yu Jiaoer was far away, the feeling of fear in her heart disappeared.

She covered her face with her clothes and slowly revealed a pair of round red eyes. She looked very beautiful, like a little rabbit who had been bullied.

Yun Yang looked at her with a smile, "Little girl, why do you get bullied every time I see you? Can't you bully others?"

Yu Jiaoer was stunned for a moment and looked carefully at the handsome young man in front of her. It took her a while to realize, "It's you, the little brother who saved me the night before yesterday!"

Her dull eyes brightened immediately, and she said playfully: "You saved me and left. I didn't even have time to thank you properly. I didn't expect to see you again."

Yun Yang shrugged casually, "No need to thank you, it's just a little effort."

"So you are also a prince, then you are..."

"master."

Someone suddenly spoke behind her, and Yu Jiaoer was so frightened that she hid behind Yun Yang, making him laugh heartily.

"Look at how scared you are, he is the one who saved you, this prince's bodyguard Wen Chuan."

Yu Jiaoer carefully stuck her head out, covering her face, and whispered: "Thank you." Wen Chuan nodded and handed over the veil in his hand.

Seeing this, Yu Jiaoer quickly stretched out her hand to grab it. After putting it on, she breathed a sigh of relief and dared to see people.

She clasped her hands behind her back, jumped in front of Wen Chuan, and solemnly said again: "No matter what, I still want to thank you."

Wen Chuan nodded, averted his eyes, and was too silent.

Yu Jiaoer looked at Yun Yang blankly. She felt that she was disliked no matter what.

Yun Yang grinned, "He is just like this, a boring gourd who can't hold back a word for a long time, so leave him alone. Let's go, I, the prince, will take you to find Lie Jiuqing."

Hearing Lie Jiuqing's name, Yu Jiaoer's eyes lit up, and she followed Yun Yang, her mouth licking her lips.

"Brother, is she really more beautiful than the imperial concubine, and she made Jiu Qianqian a subordinate? Is she really unparalleled in beauty and extraordinary in medical skills?"

The corner of Yun Yang's mouth twitched slightly, "Why do I, the prince, listen to you as if you admire her very much?"

"I admire her very much!"

Yu Jiaoer nodded vigorously, "Nine thousand years old is so terrifying, murderous, and violent, but she actually tamed him! Isn't it amazing?"

"Lie Jiuqing is mentally ill." Yun Yang rolled his eyes angrily, "The whole world wants to get rid of this traitorous minister, but she is so lustful that she takes a liking to Wen Rong's face."

"Although I have never met him, everyone in the world knows that once they see Wen Rong, they will always make mistakes. He is nine thousand years old and is very good-looking!"

Yun Yang curled his lips and said angrily: "Don't you like Bage? Are you divorced so soon?"

"How could it be possible!" Yu Jiao'er was so excited when she denied it, "My love for King Chen has lasted forever!"

"Are all you prairie women so direct?"

Hearing Yun Yang's disdain, Yu Jiao'er snorted angrily: "Our grassland is not as poor and sophisticated as your Central Plains. As long as we like it, we have to rob it, otherwise who knows who will end up with it? Only you, what reserve, what Etiquette, in the end my sweetheart is gone, I don’t know where to cry!”

(End of this chapter)