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Chapter 85 There are always troublemakers who want to harm me (83)

"Of course I know." Hua Qianxi looked directly into Qiyue's piercing eyes, neither humble nor overbearing, "I will remember Yunlin's kindness, he saved me..."

"Who cares!" Qiyue rolled her eyes disapprovingly, and pointed her slender fingers at Hua Qianxi, who was lying on the bed, her coiled hair was slightly scattered on her shoulders, "As long as you don't act like a demon, you'll be fine, and save the next high priest." It will also save your life!"

There was silence in the medical world.

The old genius doctor who bent over and was about to change Ling Yu's dressing did not dare to act rashly after hearing the words.

I'm afraid of offending Ling Yu.

The furious Qiyue opened her mouth, but Hua Qianxi opened her mouth but was powerless to refute.

Qiyue is right.

If it wasn't for her wrong judgment, if she hadn't escaped quietly with His Highness...

Yunlin would not end up like this either.

The man's last wry smile is still fresh in Hua Qianxi's memory.

Although she also vented her anger on Yi Jue for this, and blamed him for all the faults, but thinking about it carefully, she was more angry at herself for not being up to date.

"Qiyue..."

Just as Ling Yu spoke, Qiyue waved her little hand impatiently, "I know! I've finished talking, and I won't hurt your baby Qianxi again!"

Qiyue looked very angry.

After all, she and Yunlin were also childhood sweethearts, Hua Qianxi couldn't empathize with the grief of the death of a loved one.

Slamming the wooden door hard, Qiyue left angrily.

Ling Yu quietly stared at the crack on the wooden door, and looked sideways at Hua Qianxi who said nothing.

Hua Qianxi's small hands tightly clutched the corner of the quilt.

"I am fine."

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The rain fell solemnly in silence.

Qiyue arrived as promised with a flower umbrella.

The dark oil-paper umbrella is engraved with dense patterns, and the simple oil-paper umbrella has no color at all.

Qiyue rolled up her long hair as usual, with a small white flower pinned to her ear.

Hua Qianxi is already in good health, wearing a black sarong, standing in the drizzle like a daisy floating at any time.

The clear eyes stared at Qiyue blankly, like a wounded deer.

"Let's go."

Qi Yue squinted at her.

The drizzle wets Huaxi's long hair and clothes.

Qiyue secretly scolded her for being stupid, but still calmly turned the umbrella towards her side, but half of her shoulders were exposed.

Hua Qianxi sniffed, and pushed Qiyue's hand tightly holding the umbrella handle with her small hand: "I'm fine."

"Stop doing this, don't be so sentimental," Qiyue couldn't help but pull the little girl closer again, and now the two petite people were crowded under the umbrella, "The old genius doctor said that you left the root cause of your illness when you were young." , your body is weak, if you faint again, Brother Ling Yu won't let me go... Humph, what do I tell you these things..."

Qiyue's ruddy lips opened and closed, chattering endlessly.

Halfway through speaking, he couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Hua Qianxi.

Hua Qianxi just quietly looked at Qiyue's irritable appearance.

Eyelashes trembling with raindrops.

The sacrificial mausoleum is dedicated to the high priests of the past dynasties in the mausoleum village, and the tombstones of generations are neatly arranged.

The flowers in front of the tombstone are changed daily.

This is a treasure land of geomantic omen, and the custom of Lingshan Village is to let the high priest sleep peacefully and pray for Lingshan in the spirit of heaven.

Hua Qianxi followed Qiyue into the long corridor.

The last new tombstone is engraved with dense inscriptions.

Hua Qianxi only recognizes the two words clustered in the middle, which are Yunlin's name.

(End of this chapter)