National color medical concubine

Chapter 37
"The king of the county..."

Rong Yan opened her mouth, feeling extremely embarrassed, not to mention being 'invited' out in front of Xie Qiao!
I felt extremely wronged, my eyes were red, and there was a layer of mist in my almond eyes, as if tears would roll down in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yu looked at Rong Yan who was about to cry, then at Xie Qiao, his eyes flickered slightly and said, "Brother, I'm in good spirits, so I asked Sister Yan'er to stay and talk to me for a while." With a slight smile Qianxi looked at Xie Qiao and said: "Sister Yan'er and Doctor Xie are also sisters, let them go back home together."

Qin Mo's face was expressionless.

Qin Yu said again: "Doctor Xie, what do you think?"

Xie Qiao smiled inexplicably: "Since the princess has made arrangements, why should I say more?"

The smile on Qin Yu's face froze, and he looked at Xie Qiao uneasily, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Qin Mo glanced at Rong Yan coldly, and said slowly, "Doctor Xie will treat your illness first."

Qin Yu nodded, and said softly: "A few days ago, Doctor Xie didn't come. Sister Xue'er diagnosed my pulse and prescribed medicine, and my whole body has strength." "Doctor Xie, see if my illness has improved." He stretched out his hand and put it on the table.

Xie Qiao didn't know whether Qin Yu's words were intentional or not, he glanced at her sickly pale face, then turned to Qin Mou and said, "Since Miss Wei has stabilized the condition of the princess, it's not good for me to intervene in the consultation. The princess has taken so many medicines from me, but there is still no improvement, I am afraid that my medical skills are not good."

Politely refused to give Qin Yu a medical consultation.

She did not believe that such a shrewd person as Qin Mo would not understand the meaning of Qin Yu's words and her thoughts.

Qin Mo took a deep look at her, and nodded slightly without forcing others.

Qin Yu was taken aback, the light in his eyes dimmed and turned into calm in an instant.He raised his head, his eyes were filled with water, and he said helplessly, "Mr. Xie, I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong." Immediately, he tugged on Qin Mou's sleeve and said, "Brother, Yu'er is clumsy, say I'm afraid your words are not pleasant. You explain to Dr. Xie for me that she didn't come to treat me these days. She thought it was because she vomited blood and angered Dr. Xie, so she didn't have the face to invite her here. Sister Xueer happened to come to see me I, by the way, prescribed a few medicines. She is unconscious now, how can she cure me?"

Her words reached this level, if Xie Qiao refused again, it would be unreasonable.

Rong Yan took out a clean embroidered handkerchief and put it in the palm of Qin Yu's clenched hand, and persuaded her, "Sister Xie, the princess' words are also unintentional, so don't worry about it. The doctor is kind, and you don't want to look at the princess Suffering from illness."

Xie Qiao sneered in his heart, before he could open his mouth, Qin Yu pulled his wrist and walked out.

The corners of Rong Yan's upturned mouth froze, and a haze flashed in her eyes.

Qin Yu caught the flickering dark light in Rong Yan's eyes, put down her embroidered handkerchief, and sighed: "My brother treats Dr. Xie very differently. He usually doesn't want to see me suffer even the slightest bit of grievance. Now I'm afraid that what I said just now made Dr. Xie embarrassed, and my brother doesn't want to force her to see her bear the grievance." Looking at the peach branches blown by the breeze outside the window with a lonely expression, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "That's okay, brother at this age People, most of them are already married, with children around their knees. He treats Dr. Xie so differently, I am afraid that the county palace will hold a wedding soon."

Rong Yan lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Qin Yu's eyes flickered, he held her hand, and whispered softly: "When the time comes, we will kiss each other even more."

Rong Yan suppressed the jealousy in her heart, and raised her lower lip slightly: "Yes, kiss more kisses!"

It's just that it's hard to say who is the person who married into the county prince's mansion!
Outside the courtyard, Qin Mo pulled Xie Qiao and stood under the peach tree.

His palm was hot and rough, and her slender and white wrist turned red with just such a grip and pull.

Qin Mo's gaze fell on her wrist, and he didn't seem to have thought that she would be so fragile. If he exerted a little force, it might be broken!

She frowned, her gaze was rarely peaceful, and she said in a low and hoarse voice: "Yu'er has been in poor health since she was a child. When her mother was around, no one was allowed to visit her easily for fear that her condition would worsen. It was not until her mother passed away that she had a good relationship with others." Interactions. Pure temperament, clear emotions and anger, straight talk, easy to trust others. If you offend something, don't bother with her." The voice fell slowly, and she looked at Xie Qiao quietly.

Xie Qiao was overwhelmed by his sudden explanation.Looking up at him, you can vaguely see your own shadow in his dark eyes.The deep and deep pupils seemed to suck people in, and a tremor suddenly passed through my heart.

He is so cold and ruthless, but there is a trace of warmth.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Xie Qiao waved his hand and couldn't help saying, "You're still the same as before, be normal."

Suddenly becoming gentle, she felt awkward no matter how she looked at it.

Qin Mo was stunned for a moment, but then understood, and couldn't help a slight smile on his lips.Like a melting glacier, everything rejuvenates, with a hint of warmth.The cold and tense facial lines are slightly softened.

Xie Qiao's eyes froze, and he turned away from looking at the falling flowers, and said uncomfortably: "I'll come back tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Qin Mo looked at her thin and thin figure, walking away like the wind, her black hair was scattered and her clothes fluttered, like an ink painting.

Standing under the flower tree, he gently sniffed the fingertips that had grasped her wrist, and there was a faint sandalwood residue.

"Are you also a Buddhist?"

There was a murmured question that no one answered, without the usual indifference, as if there was a hint of nostalgia for the cold sandalwood.

(End of this chapter)