The rays of sunlight were blocked by the thick lintels of the hall, and only a few beams shone on his face, leaving a silhouette on his face, but the color was vague but unclear.

Song Yanqing pursed her lips, turned around as if she had made up her mind, strode out of the palace, took Chu Shou's hand, and disappeared in front of the palace.

After Zhao Wuji witnessed everything, he staggered a few steps and fell down on the side of the futon. He couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes and couldn't help laughing.

He will never regret what he has done with his own hands. The young eagle falls in love with the young rabbit. How can it end well unless both wings are cut off?

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"How are you doing?"

Chu Shou was pulled down the steps. She staggered and suddenly felt a little weightless. She leaned back and pulled the railing tightly for resistance, but she couldn't reach the person walking in front of her.

"My legs hurt. You might as well push me and let me roll down the steps."

Song Yanqing pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly stopped again, which made Chu Shou extremely confused. Just now she saw him pressing towards Zhao Wuji step by step, and then she shouted out. The two of them had not met before.

Deal with it, don't start a fight here right now...

Unexpectedly, Song Yanqing let go of her hand, walked directly in front of her, bowed and said, "Come up."

Chu Shou was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "In front of the public...Eh, eh, eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he carried her on his back. Chu Shou circled his neck, feeling cool and cool, and naturally put his face on his shoulder. When they were in Hanyuan, they picked herbs and went down the mountain. She was tired.

When he couldn't walk on the road, he carried Song Yanqing down like this, but the mountains in Youbei were full of mountain paths, but this stone plank road was not as easy to walk on.

"Zhao Wuji is ill. Sometimes he loses control of his emotions and scolds everyone he sees. Don't argue with him." Chu Shou said in a low voice.

Song Yanqing sneered, her eyes darkened, and replied: "If I am more sick than him, can you just look at me and not him?"

"Ah?" Chu Shou was confused and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, "Why are you competing with him? Being sick is the most uncomfortable thing."

After Song Yan listened, her heart tightened. Although she loved boiling medicine and making medicine at that time, she was most afraid of drinking medicine. She took better care of herself than her ancestors in the family. Being sick for three consecutive seasons was probably the most uncomfortable thing for her.

The corners of his eyes couldn't help but feel sour, so he happily responded: "Okay... I won't argue with him."
Chapter completed!