The disease of fast wearing is too charming

Chapter 684 The Demon Concubine Disasters the Nation: Your Majesty the Puppet, Please Respect Yourself!
Zhi Yun'er pretended to be sour on Luo Yuhan on purpose, gently bent her bright eyes, and said word by word, "Your Majesty is seriously ill. Although it is summer, it is always cold at night...so, this Ann Well, it doesn't matter if you don't please, your majesty just take care of your body."

Zhi Yuner was satirizing both openly and secretly, Luo Yuhan, a sick child, was about to die of illness, and she rushed to pay her respects to her nominal elder, why was she not in a hurry to hug her thigh?
The light blush on Luo Yuhan's face has not completely faded. After hearing Zhi Yun'er's words, he slightly moved his eyeballs, pursed his lips and tried to suppress his sad emotions, raised his head hazyly, and looked straight at Zhi Yun. My son's phoenix pupils.

She whispered softly, "The imperial concubine is also thinking, A Yu looks weak, is it someone who is going to die early?"

Zhi Yun'er was startled when she heard the words.

Obviously, he didn't expect Luo Yuhan to be so sarcastic about himself.

When Zhi Yun'er was staring at Feng Tong in a daze.

Luo Yuhan said softly again, "Mother and concubine left early, Ayu has been weak and sick since he was born, and has been relying on medicines to survive all year round. After walking a few steps, he is exhausted and panting... everyone will know The existence of a laugh."

The beautiful young man who was as fragile as a delicate flower lightly raised his eyelids, suppressing the sadness in his eyes, his face was full of grief.

He laughed at himself again, "If Ah Yu is dead, he won't block anyone's way..."

There is something in the boy's words.

The delicate and beautiful boy, even though he was sitting on the wooden chair heartbroken, subconsciously straightened his back and kept a calm expression.

But from the way he secretly put his hands on his sides and gently buckled the wooden chair, it can be seen that he is afraid of death.

Seeing his low self-esteem, Zhi Yun'er thought of what she said just now, if this beautiful young man died, she would have to cool down too, so she was upset for a while.

Secretly scolding herself just now, Zhi Yun'er pursed her lips, "Aijia made a mistake."

"Your Majesty, don't blame yourself." The delicate and frail beautiful boy smiled lightly, with a look of forgiveness. As soon as the words fell to the ground, the beautiful boy covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently. Zhi Yun'er could clearly see I saw that there were a few traces of blood flowing from the palm of the beautiful boy...

Zhi Yuner panicked on the spot, "Come here, Imperial Physician Xuan!"

She called Wen Xiang over and ordered.

Smelling the fragrance should mean stepping down.

The beautiful boy took out a brocade handkerchief from his wide cuff, wiped away the last bit of blood from his mouth, bit his lip and said weakly, "Actually, Ayu is used to it, so you don't have to waste so much time..."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, looked at the ground, his eyes were dizzy, and fell straight to the ground——

Zhi Yun'er hurriedly helped him up, weighed the beautiful boy's weight, and estimated that it wasn't even 75 catties——

This is a growing boy!
How can it be so light!
Now Zhi Yun'er really knows what a real 'sick beauty' is.

With such a light physique like a boy, maybe he can really be blown away by the strong wind.

Zhi Yun'er hugged him, put him on her bed, hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely comforted him, "You are now the ruler of a country, above ten thousand people, and you can't be called an imperial doctor." With a few pieces of meat, there is no need for it!"

this kid.

It's really not worrying.

Zhi Yun'er was slightly tired.

A waterfall of long black hair spread out over her bed.

Zhi Yuner narrowed her phoenix pupils.

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