As a medical concubine

Chapter 77 The Cause of Death (1)
Only Li Zhiyuan didn't feel sorry for Hua Zhu, but staggered to the opposite side, hugging the scorched corpse... tearful!

He Liansheng glanced at him with a complicated expression, then at Liu Zhaozhao, clenched his fists, and after a struggle in his heart, he bullied himself and embraced the man who was vomiting blood lovingly. in the arms.

This belated love...

Liu Zhaozhao's tears were like a flood breaking a dike, as if at this moment, he wanted to cry all the tears of his life to him, but that gentle smile was as stubborn as a rebellious girl: "When I was a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, you I chose Li Wan, and said that only the daughter of Langya is worthy of sitting in the world with you. I became Li Wan, and you thought of Liu Zhaozhao again, despising me and neglecting me for six full years! Your Highness, I am really... so tired! "

She broke away from He Liansheng's embrace, and moved her frail body step by step with difficulty and heavyness, and came to the decomposed corpse, knelt down on her knees, slammed the ground loudly, and shed tears silently.

After knocking her head three times, she propped herself up on the ground with one hand, slowly straightened up, and slowly walked towards Yan Bo. On her stunning youthful appearance, deathlike silence was written: "Take me back to the prison."

The moonlight was clear and clear, stretching her lonely shadow very long, very long, and projecting it onto He Liansheng's chest. At first glance, it seemed as if he was holding her...

Leaving the cemetery, everyone walked towards their carriages.

Hua Zhu quickly followed up the haggard Leng Rou, and said softly: "Third Grandma, I have something to tell you."

The cold wind howled, and the night temperature dropped sharply.

Yan Bo walked over with a dark face, not because he was angry, but because he was angry with himself for wronging a good man for nothing.

He stood still in front of Leng Rou, and lowered his head embarrassingly: "Sister-in-law three, I'm an asshole! I misunderstood you! I...I shouldn't question you as a murderer...I'm sorry, I have caused you to be wronged."

A woman who lost her husband within half a year after being married and has been widowed for six years without even friends, how could he do such a thing that pokes her heart?
Leng Rou pressed her slightly swollen chest, sighed softly: "Forget it, you're not wrong, I did...have hurt someone, although I didn't kill anyone."

Yan Bo was stunned, looked at Leng Rou for no reason, and wanted to ask who she had harmed. He thought it was Liu Zhaozhao, but it turned out not to be. Then, who could be poisoned?

But Leng Rou seemed unwilling to mention that person, and helped Hong Ling's hand to get on the carriage, then said to Hua Zhu lightly: "I know you don't like me, so don't force yourself, I actually don't like you very much either. "

Huazhu lay down with a shot, why did you two get me in after arguing?

Emotion is a very subtle thing that can attract and infect each other. No matter how hard she tries to whitewash the peace, Leng Rou can feel her faint repulsion, and the arrogant Leng Rou naturally can't hold back her face and take the initiative to win The favor of a concubine.

Huazhu doesn't expect everyone around her to like her, which is unrealistic, but she understands that when she is clearly pointed out that she is not lovable, she still feels a little uncomfortable.

Well, this is her own fault, what color of clothes Leng Rou likes to wear, what kind of books she likes to read, whose portrait she likes to keep is none of her business?Why is she feeling uncomfortable?

Hua Zhu pouted, steamed her hands, and walked towards her carriage.

Yan Bo followed behind, scratched his head and asked, "Second sister, have you ever wondered who the third sister-in-law killed? It wasn't Liu Zhaozhao...could it be Mrs. Dong? It couldn't be the cleaning lady, right? "

Hua Zhu stopped and looked at him helplessly. Because of the cold, his mouth was frozen, and he struggled to speak: "Brother-in-law, you really made a big mess! Third cousin and third sister-in-law The 'ta' is not 'she', but 'he', man!"

In the morning, she asked Yan Bo.

"Brother-in-law, third cousin...how did he die on the battlefield?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I'm just curious, I want to know, and I also want to see if it has anything to do with this case."

"Third brother...was trapped in the warship and burned alive!"

burnt...

Huazhu raised her head, took a deep breath, then increased her pace and ran towards the carriage.

"A man? Hey, hey, second sister! Please speak clearly! Why did my third brother go out for a man?" The second monk Yan Bozhang was puzzled. Are women so strange?Talk half and leave half!Ouch, I am so anxious to death!

Huazhu was about to step into the carriage, Qibao ran over with a smile, and pointed to another carriage not far away that was countless times more gorgeous: "Miss Nian, my son invites you to get on the carriage."

Hmph, now that he has shown up, he didn't even see her when she was shivering from the cold wind!
Hua Zhushuo drove the door and entered, a gust of warm air mixed with orchid fragrance rushed in, and she sneezed.

Qibao outside hurriedly shut the car door, then waved his whip, causing the horse to gallop slowly.

These two carriages are much more spacious than Huazhu's. There is a couch facing you, covered with a soft gold silk cotton mattress, a small desk on the left, with grids for different functions at the bottom, and a fixed bench on the right. On the soft seat, Liao Zicheng sat on it.

Different from the white clothes with wide sleeves and light as clouds in the past, tonight he is lined with white brocade clothes and dark blue gauze outside. , showing a trace of connection and dignity.And his slender and powerful arms, strong and straight figure, seemed to have suddenly faded away from the youthfulness, and added a kind of mystery and heaviness of a mature man.

"Drooling again." Liao Zicheng glanced at her and said lightly.

"Do you think this girl will be fooled by you again?" Huazhu sat down on the couch, hugged the small pillow to keep warm, her frozen mouth hadn't recovered yet, and she was a bit out of touch when she spoke, and she thought it was funny.

Liao Zicheng's eyes moved slightly, and he extended his slender index finger like jade, and swipe at Hua Zhu's lips: "Evidence."

Huazhu's little ears turned red all of a sudden, and subconsciously raised a small pillow to cover her face: "I...my mouth was frozen."

Liao Zicheng smiled lightly, opened the food box under the small desk, and a strong smell of ginger permeated the compartment.Liao Zicheng brought out the ginger soup, took off Hua Zhu's pillow with the other hand, and said, "Drink it up."

(End of this chapter)