Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"Or who are you worried about?" Qu Luo whispered in the devil's ear with a devilish low voice: "This is not acceptable, I hate games with three people."

"I hate it too." Mo Niang raised her eyebrows: "Seeing that we have the same opinion, you should stay away from me first, at least take your hand away first."

Qu Luo smiled, and immediately moved his lips closer, and stopped within a centimeter of the demon mother's lips.

Hei Liang's eyes stared straight at Mo Niang, her throat twitched, and some incomprehensible emotions appeared in her deep eyes: "Today is so special, so special that you reject me?"

"I'm not feeling well." Mo Niang's eyes moved slightly: "At least three days, don't come these three days."

Qu Luo was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved to her lower abdomen, and he stood up without saying a word.

Mo Niang didn't care what he arranged next, as long as she didn't touch her anyway, she curled up in the quilt, her forehead was sweating from the pain, and she just wanted to sleep quickly.

The young master didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't leave, and he didn't continue to play. He stretched out his hands and pressed her waist not very gently.

Mo Niang glanced at him, she was really exhausted, she tilted her head drowsily.

It's just that she didn't know that for the first time, panic appeared on Qu Luo's evil face.

Jing Cheng Mingshao, who didn't know the sufferings of the world, bent her knees halfway on the ground, wiped her sweat tirelessly with her cuffs, and finally invited the imperial physicians into Ye Die secretly.

It was the first time for the imperial doctor to be invited to see a doctor because of this, and he was really embarrassed to give Mo Niang the pulse, so he just said to Qu Luo in a condescending way: "Young Master Luo, a girl who comes to sunflower water will feel uncomfortable if she gets cold, you... ..."

"She's in pain." Qu Luo interrupted the doctor's words in a cold tone.

The imperial doctor's scalp was numb from his narrow eyes, and he wiped his forehead with his hand: "This...women will definitely suffer."

"Is there any way to solve it?" Qu Luo raised a pretty brow, changing from his usual unruly, with a strong sense of oppression.

The imperial physician thought for a while: "Boil some ginger syrup for this young lady, maybe it will be better."

"Perhaps?" It was obvious that Qu Luo was not satisfied with such rhetoric and method: "Prescribe her some medicine to cure her illness."

A prescription for curing diseases?The imperial doctor was embarrassed: "Young Master Luo, there is really no way to get rid of the root of this kind of pain." There is no record in medical skills, what medicine can cure the pain of sunflower water all at once.

Qu Luo looked at him, just looked at him motionless, and finally only threw two words at him: "Quack doctor."

Quack... quack doctor? !

Thinking about how much prestige he gained when he was with the late emperor for more than ten years in practice, now he is scolded as a quack doctor because of the pain of sunflower water...

The imperial physician expressed that he was wronged, and began to look up at the beam with tears streaming down his face.

Qu Luo scratched his hair, frowned and began to order the imperial physician: "You, go and buy some ginger."

The doctor let out a cry.

Qu Luo reminded him: "Ginger syrup."

The imperial physician was irritated by his idiot-looking eyes, since he thought he was a quack doctor, why did he still use what he said! ! !

Roaring is roaring, the imperial doctor still bought back what should be bought.

Young Master Luo obviously had never done this kind of work of boiling sugar water. His handsome face was blackened by ashes from the furnace before he boiled a bowl of sugar water.

The devil girl was still sleeping, and he couldn't shake her awake. He tilted his head and thought for a while, Qu Luohu smiled, and pressed his thin lips against her pale lips: "Don't say I took advantage of you."

As he spoke, he took a sip of sugar water, then leaned over and gave it to her...

"Young master..." The servant came around from outside the barrier, and said to Qu Luo respectfully, "Madam sent someone over, saying that she is not feeling well."

Qu Luo frowned, put the bowl on the wooden table, covered the quilt for Mo Niang, and followed the young man out of the "Yedie" building.

"What's wrong with mother?" He asked the servant behind him.

The servant said in a low voice: "A few days ago I suffered from the wind and cold, and I kept it up all the time without telling the young master, but now I really have a severe headache, so I ordered the young one to come and find the young master..."

After Qu Luo heard this, he didn't say anything more, turned on his horse, and layers of snow and dust came out from the flying red robe...

When Mo Niang opened her eyes, it was already dawn, and she was the only one left in the room. There was an empty bowl on the wooden table, and she licked her lips, feeling a little sweet.

The lower abdomen didn't hurt as much as before, Mo Niang was somewhat surprised, pressed her waist with her left hand, and called the servant girl up.

The maid was holding a pot of hot water in her hand, and there was a person behind her.

I don't know how long the man stood outside the building, his head was covered with snow, and the wind blowing from all directions blew his wide robe, cold and expensive... exhausted.

It was Nangong Rongguang, time hadn't left many marks on his face, his face was still so handsome that the maids would bump into it when they saw it.

Mo Niang's eyes stopped: "Why are you here?"

Nangong Rongguang is not like Qu Luo, he never enters these romantic places, he is cold and cold, basically he doesn't have those so-called confidante, that's why Mo Niang feels strange.

Nangong Rong's eyes swept across her face, and asked without answering, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's ready." Mo Niang smiled, stretched out her hand and pushed the little maid who was still thinking.

Nangong Rongguang looked at her in front of his eyes: "Kwai Shui?"

"Yeah." Mo Niang nodded.

Nangong Rongguang stretched out his hand, wanting to warm her waist, that movement was almost subconscious, but was stopped by Mo Niang: "No need."

Nangong Rongguang's fingers trembled, and he took it back, and smiled softly: "Is that so? You don't even need this."

"Someone will do this kind of thing in the future." Mo Niang lowered her eyes and let go of his arm: "So, Rong Guang, don't worry about me anymore. The girl you protected by your side before has grown up, and she can take care of her." You will have your own life.”

Nangong Rongguang opened his mouth, but found that his voice was still a little tight: "Who is someone referring to?"

"That's not important. What's important is that there will always be such a person." Mo Niang pursed her thin lips, her eyes bright and her teeth bright.

Her eyes were big and slender, so bright that Nangong Rongguang's raised hand slowly dropped, those "I didn't accompany Qu Chuxiao to the snow mountain, I just heard that you were imprisoned There, I was afraid that you would be too lonely, so I would look for you from city to city." I couldn't say it anymore.

He has always liked the way she smiles, and since he was a child, he has liked to hold her in his arms and hand her the bottle of wine.

However, since when did she and him become less intimate...

Instead of her sleeping face in his study, there are more bowls of lotus seed ice soup.

And those ice soups were made by Qu Chuxiao...