Chapter 290
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This is simply … more painful than death, isn't it?
Her own enmity was inexplicably avenged?
Although she also very much hopes that this henchman of Qian Qing's will die without a burial site.
But … in the end, who was it that made the first move?
Muyan slightly knits her brows, and slowly walks two steps inside the room.
Suddenly, a strange breath rushes into the tip of her nose, making her breath slightly sluggish.
However, she quickly returns to normal, and leaves with a puzzled look on her face.
After Muyan has left, two figures appear.
Han Ye couldn't help but ask softly: "Jun Shang, are you not going to meet with Miss Muyan?"
Humph –!
The man at his side turns his head, his expression as cold and unapproachable as ever.
But within those blue eyes, there's a hint of gnashing teeth resentment.
"Not meeting!"
Han Ye can't help but secretly roll his eyes.
Say you won't meet, but don't be so worried, unable to sit or stand still! You even do this kind of thing like peeping.
Say you won't meet, but don't go crazy with jealousy when you see Miss Muyan being intimate with a man!
Say you won't meet, but don't run over to avenge Miss Muyan when you see her injured!
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Chi Yan Imperial Palace.
"Cough, cough, cough …" violent coughing sounds, and it's accompanied by a pungent smell of medicine, filling the room.
As soon as Lou Beiyu hears the coughing, he immediately drops his paintbrush and rushes over. He helps the person on the bed up, his face full of concern: "Big brother, how are you? Are you alright? "
The youth on the bed shakes his head, revealing a weak smile as he looks up at Lou Beiyu.
He sees that the youth has a handsome face, but it's extremely pale.
His pair of beautiful eyes seem to be covered with a layer of white nebula, making him look like a blind person who can't focus.
Especially when he coughs, this white nebula becomes even heavier.
Lou Beiyu looks at the youth's deathly pale face, the sweat on his forehead, and the increasingly deep white nebula in his eyes. His eyes are full of worry, "Big brother, isn't your illness getting worse? Listen to me, come with me to see my Master, okay? Maybe my Master can cure you? "
"Cough, cough …" the youth coughs twice, then he shakes his head with a wry smile, "You said it yourself, your Master is an apothecary, not a doctor. My illness can't be cured by medicine. Even the divine doctor Qian Qing had no way to cure it, so how could anyone else be able to cure it? Why go through the trouble of making this trip? "
Lou Beiyu wants to refute that his master is omnipotent.
But when he thought about it, he realized that he had never seen his master's medical skills other than sewing chicken legs … Ah pui, sewing his legs, it seemed like he had never seen any other medical skills.
If Big Brother painstakingly went there but couldn't cure it in the end, Big Brother would definitely be very sad.
Moreover, the problem was that he didn't know where his master was!
"Let's not talk about this. Big Brother, look at the painting I just drew. What do you think? You've made great progress, haven't you? "
Since there's no solution, Lou Beiyu simply changes the subject, "You see, you see, this is Imperial Father's imperial bodyguard. His body is the most satisfactory of all my works."
Only to see Lou Beiyu spread out the drawing paper, impressively drawing a man who is almost completely naked from head to toe, only using vine leaves to cover his important parts.
The man was tall and sturdy, with muscles all over his body.
But Lou Beiyu posed it in a gentle and beautiful posture. That appearance is really unspeakably strange.
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