Hou Men's Pampering: Splendid Little Doctor Girl

Chapter 361

Looking up, the red eye sockets, the mist cleared, and a firm and resolute light flashed in the clear eyes, so sharp and so cold.

Standing up slowly, she stepped out. Under the sunlight, Gong Huangjue, who was dressed in black flying, stood there coldly. The crescent moon mask on his face shone with a cold light, and he always had a deep and murderous expression. The black eyes, at this moment, seem to be like the softness of moonlight sprinkled on the clear waves, moist and soft, bit by bit, reflecting the brilliant light.

He stood there without saying anything, just stretched out his hand towards her lightly.

"Woman, it's time to go home for dinner." The strong eyebrows raised slightly, and the cold lips were slightly pursed.

Rong Qiao looked at the generous palm he extended towards her, with a dazed expression.

"I don't want to eat delicious food anymore, maybe your friend is already in the seat."

He said something indifferently, Rong Qiao's eyes widened slightly, and then, like a wolf jumping at a sheep, he rushed towards his arm and pulled him.

"Then what are you waiting for? With that woman around, it's my turn to eat something good."

That glutton, if you dare to eat up my share, God will punish you too, you will be swallowed to death!

Gong Huangjue looked at Rong Qiao's anger surging beside her, and her brows that were slightly condensed suddenly stretched out in such a lively manner.

Maybe, he doesn't like her decadent look very much, really, it's better that she looks like this now.

And Fang Yunyao, who was eating wildly at the dinner table, was suddenly stuck in the throat by a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Cough cough - cough cough cough -

She blushed and cursed secretly, "Sad Joe, it must be this woman, she must be cursing her behind her back!"
Since that day, Zhou Jingyao did not come to Prince Zhong's Mansion again.

He originally wanted to stay in Peony West Building for a few more days to resolve the gap between him and Rong Qiao, but suddenly the emperor's secret letter arrived, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly packed his bags and rushed to the palace.

Before going to the palace, he told Yi Shuihan to protect Rong Qiao well.

When Rong Qiao heard the news, Zhou Jingyao had already left.

Rong Qiao stood on the top of a high mountain, looking down at the handsome young man under the moonlight, and left without a trace.

She looked at it, inexplicably, her eyes turned red, filled with the color of water, flashing in her clear eyes.

Yao, take care!Bon Voyage!
She felt sore and inexplicable, tightly holding the jade token he asked Yi Shuihan to present to her in her palm, this jade token representing his identity.On the jade tablet, in the hollow center, there is a flying word "Yao", surrounded by unique patterns, she gently caressed it with her fingers, and crystal teardrops slid down her cheeks, dripping on the word "Yao".

Even if she hurt him, he still cared about her safety. At the last moment, he still left this jade token to protect her.She stared at the increasingly blurred figure in her vision, the mist obscuring her vision.

she secretly said.

Yao, you shouldn't be so nice to me, you shouldn't.

You are from the Zhou family, you are the dignified Fifth Prince, there shouldn't be any involvement between you and me.

I hope we will never meet again in the future.

Because, seeing each other is worse than seeing each other.

She raised her sleeves, wiped away the tears on her face, turned around and walked back step by step with heavy steps.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles orange brilliance on her face obliquely, blooming a trace of melancholy as light as lilac flowers, slowly closing her eyebrows, and rippling on her cheeks. In the eyes.

Striding and walking, both feet stepped on the mountain road with one high and one low, and the soles of the feet felt a little cold and painful.

The oncoming wind, cold, blew into the collar, and the neck trembled inexplicably.

Unable to bear it, she tugged at the collar to avoid the cold wind.

The vegetation on both sides swayed with the wind, and there was an abnormal breath spreading in the ears.

She stopped suddenly, her clear eyes lightly swept across the grass less than three feet away, her expression became extremely solemn and indifferent.

The hands beside her were slowly clenched. She held her breath and was ready to attack. At the moment when the breath was about to pounce into her nostrils, her body was as sharp as a leopard, and she rushed towards the grass.

Her hands were like lightning, and at the moment of the attack, she clasped the opponent's throat, accurately and terribly.

However, when her eyes drifted across the blood-stained face of the other party, that familiar face made her let go of her hand involuntarily.How could it be him?

How could he be here?
She raised her eyebrows and looked at his whole body. There were bloodstains, knife wounds, sword wounds, criss-crossing.

Who is it?Who hurt him so badly.

Seeing that his breath was weak, Rong Qiao didn't care about anything else, clasped his hands, carried him on his back, and quickly walked towards the nearest medical center.

"Open the door, open the door!" Rong Qiao slammed on the door of the hospital with the dying boy on his back.

A bright boy about seventeen years old came out to visit.

Seeing that Rong Qiao's clothes were stained with blood, with a blood-stained boy on his back, he couldn't help being horrified.

"This girl—" He was just about to ask, but Rong Qiao cut off his words.

"Trouble boy, it's important to heal the patient quickly."

The little boy looked at Rong Qiao's calm and calm expression, he was inexplicably convinced, nodded, and he led Rong Qiao into the inner hall of the medical hall.

Inside the hall, there was an old man with white hair and kind eyes. Seeing that the person was seriously injured, he quickly got up and asked the little boy to help carry the injured person to the bamboo slum.

"An'er, bring Master's medicine box, hurry up." He sat down before the collapse and ordered.

Rong Qiao stood aside silently, watching the white-haired old man diagnose the injuries of the collapsed boy.

Then, he got up with a dignified expression, the boy brought the medicine box, the old man took out a row of silver needles from it, and pulled out the long, thin and sharp silver needles, one, two, three, four, five, It landed on the two sides of his temples and three places on the top of his head, moving the needle slowly.

Uh-huh--

Subtle groans escaped slowly from the mouth of the young man on the ground, his eyebrows condensed into the word "Chuan", there were thin beads of sweat overflowing.

After the old man pulled out the silver needle, his complexion softened a little. The boy took the candle, and the old man took the silver scissors and put them on the candle to sterilize them, and then cut open his broken clothes, revealing his deadly features.

On the wounded chest, sharp arrows were left.

"An'er, bring the anesthetic bag here." The old man ordered lightly, and the boy left in a hurry, and came back in a hurry, offering the anesthetic bag with both hands.

The old man tore off the medicine bag and pressed it lightly on the wound. The young man immediately stiffened, as if he sucked in a breath of cold air.Slowly, the lines of his face distorted by the pain gradually eased.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the old man used his hands like lightning, and the silver scissors accurately cut away the flesh and blood. When the other party felt the pain, the arrow had already been pulled out and thrown into the side plate.Then the silver thread threaded through the thread, his movements were nimble and quick, and the wound was not stitched up three times.

Then, he turned his head slightly and said, "An'er, golden sore medicine." He put down the silver needle.

The little boy offered it respectfully, and the old man opened the small jade bottle and sprinkled white powder on his wound.Once the effect of the medicine was exerted, there was a piercing pain that tore the boy's nerves, causing him to suddenly open his eyes and sit up like a bounce.

"Where is this place? Who are you?" The instinctive defense caused the long sword beside him to be pulled out, and it was placed on the neck of the white-haired old man.

"Master." An'er exclaimed.

Rong Qiao came out from the dark, she stared at him coldly and said, "Qin Xiangyang, put down your sword, if the doctor didn't try his best to save you, you would have died just now."

Suddenly hearing a familiar voice and hearing his name, the young man suddenly turned his head and stared blankly at Rong Qiao.

There was something bright shaking in those deep black pupils.

"Gong—" Before the main word could be spoken, Rong Qiao stopped him with his eyes.

"Hello miss, I just offended you just now, and I hope you will forgive me."

He pretended to fall from the collapse and saluted Rong Qiao. Rong Qiao stepped forward quickly and raised his hand to stop him.

"You are injured, there is no need." She said lightly, with confusion in her eyes.

"It's just how did you come here? And you are covered in injuries. What happened?"

Qin Xiangyang looked at the white-haired old man and the boy, hesitant to speak.

What a clever man that old man is, he said indifferently: "An'er, help master to dispense medicine."

The two of them, master and apprentice, walked out of the inner hall quickly, and then Qin Xiangyang spoke slowly.

"Princess, this is a long story, and it's hard to explain it all. It's all because Xiang Yang was too impulsive and fell into the trick of the traitor without knowing it. Only now—"

His face was full of grief and anger, his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Rong Qiao turned around and poured a cup of hot tea. She sat down on the edge, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, and passed the hot tea over.

"Have a sip of tea first, and speak slowly."

Qin Xiangyang's beautiful eyes sparkled, he took the hot tea from Rong Qiao's hand, pursed his lips, and then began to tell Rong Qiao what happened.

After listening quietly, the luster in Rong Qiao's clear eyes gradually faded, and her eyelids drooped slowly.

That's the way it is, no wonder he has so many knife wounds and sword wounds.

Uncle Guo Gao Yunhu refused to open the gates of the city, nor did he send reinforcements, so he alone faced the three thousand elite soldiers led by General Shan Langqing of the Canglang Kingdom, and moved to the four gates of the city without stopping for a moment.

With his own strength, no matter how superb his martial arts skills are, he would still be difficult to defeat so many enemy soldiers. Gao Yunhu's move clearly wanted Qin Xiangyang to consume his strength and die.only--

She raised her eyes and muttered involuntarily: "It's just that the uncle of the country has never had any grudges with you, why did he put you to death?"

She looked at Qin Xiangyang who was frowning with some puzzlement.

Qin Xiangyang's eyes were as dark as midnight, and the water wave slightly opened them. When he raised his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes trembled.His dry lips parted slightly, then closed tightly again, still refusing to utter half a word.

Can he tell the princess?Because the princess has been in close contact with him and they have a good relationship, Gao Yunhu blamed him for not being favored by the princess. He thought the princess liked Qin Xiangyang and refused to marry Gao Yunhu. Could he tell the princess that?

Obviously not.

(End of this chapter)