All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

Qiyin looked at them with shrunken eyes, and they breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Doctor Huang's words. 【】

Zhuge Qinghong took the sedative medicine prescribed by the doctor and immediately ordered the maid to fetch the medicine and boil it for her to drink. In fact, she wanted to say that she was really not sick, but the woman, the mother of this body With worried eyes, she could only suppress the bitter taste and swallow the soup.

Seeing her drink obediently, Liang Yuzhen kept holding Qiyin's little hand, and babbled a lot of things that Qiyin couldn't understand.

"Zhu'er, it was mother and father who were wrong before. It's because we cared too little for you, and we won't do it again..." Ran Yuzhen said as tears flowed down her cheeks. Zhuge Qinghong took the place of his wife. Wiping away tears is also heartbroken.

Seeing her like this, Qiyin really couldn't bear it, and called out with some difficulty: "Mother..." This word exhausted her much desire. She used to always say to herself that it doesn't matter if she doesn't have parents. I am used to it.

But at that time, when I was young, I still couldn't help feeling sour when I saw the children being dragged away by their parents on the street. That kind of warmth was the most extravagant feeling for Qiyin, and it was also the kind of warmth that Poor Ji couldn't get in his whole life... …

Now, in this home, in this body, she clearly feels this kind of family affection, this kind of indelible nature that flows with the same blood. Confused and sold, she completely believed that she was really their daughter—Zhuge Mingzhu.

Since her fate is like this, she will definitely cherish this hard-won family relationship.

Mingzhu, in the future, I will definitely live a good life, and I will live a good life with your share. Your parents are my parents...

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For three days in a row, Qiyin was served by soup and medicine, Xiaoqin was by her side, Zhuge and his wife would take time to visit her every day and chat with her.

However, there is a very strange thing, that is, they seldom mentioned what happened to Zhuge Mingzhu before, and everyone also had a tacit understanding of not answering one question and three times, even if Qiyin deliberately mentioned it, it was still avoiding it. Instead of talking, change the subject randomly.

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