The Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky: The Evil King's Wasted Concubine

Chapter 158 Returning to Yan City
"These are just belongings outside the body, if Ruoshui treats me as a friend, then accept it." With a gentle twist of Qingtian's well-articulated fingers, the jade pendant was tied around Ning Ruoshui's waist.

"Of course you are my friend." Ning Ruoshui shook the jade pendant and smiled lightly.

"Ruoshui, take care." Qingtian took a deep look at Ning Ruoshui, and walked towards the carriage driven by Uncle Bao with graceful steps.

"During the time that this king is not in Chiyan, please trouble Aoyun Crown Prince to take care of Ruoshui. In a few days, this king will come to marry my concubine." Qingtian glanced at Dugu Aoyun, and said in a cohesive voice.

"This king said that when Xiaoshui and this king get married, they will definitely invite Prince Mo to watch the ceremony." Dugu Aoyun narrowed his deep starry eyes, with a solemn look on his face that had never been seen before.

"Then we'll wait and see." Qingtian and Dugu Aoyun looked at each other understandingly. Although there was no lightning torrent, the strong aura made the warm sunshine condense slightly.

Ruoshui, wait for me, when I come to Chiyan again, you will see the real me.

Qingtian's carriage slowly drove out of sight, and finally turned into a small white spot and disappeared into the distance.

Not long after, Ming Ye retrieved Dugu Ao and his exclusive Chenxiang wooden carriage from Nancy Town, Xia Bing and Han Kun also bought an ordinary carriage and followed them.After saying goodbye to Zhang Qiufang briefly, Ning Ruoshui and his party embarked on the journey back to Yancheng.

"Junior Sister, do you still have trauma medicine, give me some." Qian Wuying held a folding fan in his hand, covering most of his face, and looked behind the curtain from time to time.

"What's the matter with you, monster?" Ning Ruoshui asked curiously when he opened the curtain of the carriage, only to see Qian Wuying with a pointed chin outside.

"Cough cough, this, didn't you have a friendly discussion with Chili and your Xiaozi yesterday?" Qian Wuying was careful with his words, because Xiaozi and Chili were appearing at this moment. Two small heads looked at him.

"Oh, then I have to see what you look like now." Ning Ruoshui threw Chili and Xiaozi into Dugu Aoyun's arms, and looked at Qian Wuying curiously. She hadn't noticed it before. Qian Wuying.

"It's like this." Qian Wuying moved away the folding fan in front of her, and her slender and upward peach eyes were smashed into panda eyes, looking very happy.

"Haha", when Ning Ruoshui saw Qian Wuying like that for the first time, he laughed out of no sympathy. An image like Qian Wuying was really, really funny.

"Little junior sister, you can still laugh! Poor uncle, my handsome face, how many girls in Yancheng are going to have their hearts broken now, ah", Qian Wuying made Xizi holding her heart.

The corner of Ning Ruoshui's mouth twitched, and he quickly took out a bottle of wound medicine from the Eternal Heart, and threw it to Qian Wuying, hey, instead of watching Qianda evildoer making a fuss, let him shut up earlier.

"I know that my junior sister treats me the best," Qian Wuying happily held the porcelain bottle, quickly took out a small mirror from her bosom, and carefully dabbed on the mirror.

The group of people slowly drove away from the small town of Nancy, and on a mountain not far away, a woman in white clothes was leaning on a tall pear tree, watching the carriage of the Prince's Mansion go away. There was an inexplicable sourness in his eyes.

"Dugu, we are made for each other", Ouyang Mingzhu tightly clutched the bronze mirror in her hand, and the scene of seeing him for the first time appeared in her mind.

At that time, she was only 8 years old, which was the age of innocence.

Ouyang Mingzhu was flying a kite in Baihua Valley of Sandfly Mountain, but accidentally, the string of the kite broke and fell on a tall pear tree.

Just when Ouyang Mingzhu was angry and annoyed, she suddenly heard a burst of disorderly footsteps. It turned out that her father Ouyang Ling had come back from the mountain. Ouyang Mingzhu was about to act like a baby and ask her father to help her take down the kite, but she saw a terrific man standing beside her father. Fairy-like boy.

The young man was dressed in black, with ink-like long hair hanging casually around his waist, and there was a mark of flames on his forehead. Although he was young, his whole body naturally revealed the domineering and fierceness that looked down on the world.

(End of this chapter)