The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Siyu stood at the door, looking at the empty guest room inside. He was in a trance.

Brother Yan, what do you mean?

Take away all the things that used to be related to her. Are you going to throw them away or burn them?

Although the guest room hasn't been returned, it doesn't mean brother Yan will come back. Maybe brother Yan just left in a hurry and forgot. After all, this silver is nothing to the Chu family.

Seeing Mo Siyu's stupidity, the owner couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yu, are you having trouble with the young master of Chu family?"

I was drunk last night, and I was still very affectionate. Why did I leave without saying goodbye today?

Mo Siyu put the plate with cakes back into the owner's hand, "I'm not hungry today, I don't have appetite, so I won't eat breakfast."

Shopkeeper:....

Mo Siyu turned to go downstairs and began to go back to her old business and set up a stall for treatment.

From winter to spring, the climate warms up and everything recovers.

Poor people have already begun to prepare for spring sowing. Mo Siyu has been seeing a doctor for so long, and there are not many people with serious diseases.

Once a long team, now it is not long.

Immersed in feeling the pulse, Mo Siyu forgets Chu Chuyan's sadness and starts to write prescriptions.

In the distance, the window of the restaurant is half closed, and the people standing at the window are staring at the scene.

Aoki's handsome face was as pale as snow. He looked at it for a moment and asked the man beside him: "you just said that the man who healed your son's body is him?"

The old man's face was full of gratitude: "yes, yes, this young master Yu is just like a living immortal. He said that my son's body is full of evil wind. After taking blood for my son, my son's body will be much better."

The green wood lips Cape evil four of stir up: "the evil wind enters the body?"

"Yes, yes."

"Oh, what an evil wind Aoki had a silver mask on his face and a black hood on his head, as if he were a night God hidden in the dark.

His eyes swept the other tortured guards in the wing room, and he said, "you guys, go to see this young master Yu for treatment."

The big guards were very thin, not as powerful as they used to be. Instead, they were bony and bony, bent over, with sallow face and sunken eyes. It seemed that they were dying of being tortured by something.

When the guards heard Aoki's words, they were eager to move, but they didn't move a step. They raised their eyes and looked at Zhuang Qingyun sitting in the room.

Zhuang Qingyun put down the tea cup and laughed at the old man: "since your son doesn't want to be the guard of our priesthood, naturally we won't force him."

He put a ingot of silver on the table and pushed it to the old man: "don't tell anyone about your coming here today. Go back."

The old man took the silver and left the room immediately.

Qingmu looked at Zhuang Qingyun coldly: "why do you want to let him go, you are not afraid of his informer?"

"You underestimated the high priest's reputation in the eyes of the people in Yuecheng. He took the high priest's compensation, so he would not tell the story, but would only appreciate the high priest's kindness." Zhuang Qingyun frowned slightly: "it's you who seldom go out of the priest's house. Why do you go out frequently recently and stare at Yu Mo? Do you want to have a hard time with a little doctor?"

Zhuang Qingyun's face was full of wonder: "according to the truth, she has saved you at least. She is a person who has saved your life. Why can't you tolerate her?"