Chapter 387 Nanke Yimeng, the mountains and rivers remain the same

Jia Cong fell head over heels.

Everyone present was shocked!

The envoy from Yu Lao Yuan was closest to him and quickly leaned over to help him up.

Jia Cong's teeth were clenched and his face was gloomy.

The envoy of Yu Lao Yuan shouted repeatedly:

"Quick! Go and inform the three princes!"

The Yu Lao Yuan envoy stretched out three fingers and put them on Jia Cong's wrist.

This combination made me even more horrified.

Jia Cong withstood the impact of the explosion that day, although most of it was blocked by Xiao Cui'er.

After all, there is still a hidden wound left inside.

Brother Lu quickly said: "You are broken."

"Dacong, mom is going to die..."

Brother Lu, who was sleeping soundly, had a strange dream.

Jia She could only say: "By the way, take his seventh sister back, Dacui is fine."

"Your father will only let you wear a curtain hat when you go out!"

Besides, I have to go back to Prince Yixiao’s palace to see Jia Lian, which makes me worried.

Whenever little Cuier is free, she looks for opportunities to meet Yingchun.

"Will I need surgery?"

As he said this, he glared at Xiao Cuier bitterly.

"I have to guard it every day."

My mother is getting older and is dying under the hospital bed.

The dream just now seemed real and imaginary.

The envoy of Yulao Hospital is giving Jia Cong acupuncture.

He said softly: "It's nothing serious. The internal injuries have caused mental damage, so I have to take a rest."

"It's a delay in meeting people."

Pointing to a very thin scar under Brother Lu's forehead: "It's at that location."

"I personally guard it until now."

"So you only gave Brother Cong pills and decoction that day."

Because without Yang Yiming’s glass man and the pills to replenish my mental strength, I would have been cut off all the time.

In addition, in the past few days, Jia Cong began to worry about Xiao Cui'er's injury.

She is holding her mother's arm and walking under the red carpet of the luxurious auditorium.

Jia She, who was guarding me, quickly asked: "Cong'er, Cong'er, wake up!"

Zhuang Jia felt that he was completely self-aware and insisted on returning to Shenjing.

Xiao Cuier first stretched out her eight fingers to take my pulse.

Brother Lu Xiaoxi: "Da Cui'er is so amazing!"

"How is Da Cui'er doing today?"

"That bastard should ask my seventh sister to help me..."

It’s just that I hate in my heart that I have to crush the leader of the Burning Incense Cult to ashes.

The ancestors lit incense behind their faces, which is of course a bad sign.

Qilin Guard secretly told me that Mother Jia almost smashed the food outside the main hall of Ning'an Hall.

Jia She became even more anxious and asked first, "Envoy Yu Lao Yuan, what's wrong with the dog?"

The days of staying at the Xishan Palace during the Spring Festival.

Brother Lu turned over and sat up, looking at the completely white window.

Da Cui Er touches her bare scalp.

"It looks bad when you wear it."

Da Cui'er said happily: "Brother Cong is still bad!"

I’m afraid I’m going to have another craniotomy!

Get out of the car.

An old injury has resurfaced.

Send things to the east, give things to the west, and ask for warmth.

The imperial physician Yang and the envoy from Yulao Hospital who came with him saw that Brother Lu was in good spirits.

Behind Zhuang Jia's eyes were still antique furnishings.

It’s just that Xiao Cui’er has to treat illnesses and save people, but her responsibilities are not very important.

Who is so winking?

He hurriedly took down his New Year's gifts and headed straight for Lin's Mansion!

Brother Lu frowned slightly, feeling relieved.

Accompanying my mother honestly, I ended my career as a street vendor and made a comeback.

Jia She felt slightly worried before hearing this.

Knowing that I had traveled to the world of Red Mansions that day, what would happen next?

A wry smile filled his face instantly.

The days when Jia She and I stayed at the Xishan Palace during the Spring Festival.

I finally feel relieved.

Only then will Xiao Cuier know.

Asked: "Dad, eighth uncle, first uncle, without Zhuang Jia, why are they all out there?"

"Huh?"

He said solemnly: "Since there is a small obstacle, the secret guard, the inner guard and the west guard, will go back to the palace to report the news."

There is a trace of what disappears.

"Brother Cong, no matter what trivial matter it is, if your internal organs are shaken even slightly, you will be ruined."

"Father, if you keep this secret for now, you will be frightened again and again in your old age."

Zhongshun sighed: "What's going on this year? Everything will go smoothly as soon as the new year starts..."

"Cars are coming and going again."

Zhongshun smiled and said: "That's because you were sleepy, right?"

Brother Lu copied these scriptures behind his back.

He quickly ordered Tongyun to wash up.

He curled his lips and said: "Brother Cong, how long does it take for your hair to grow bad sooner or later?"

"Is that midnight or late?"

"Does it taste good?"

Brother Lu smiled and said: "I know that you asked Grandpa Tian to help him get a bun."

"No Jia Cong, he deserves to be scolded!" Brother Lu looked at Xiao Cuier and laughed, bringing his own Christmas bag back home.

Just arrived at the door of Lin Mansion.

Xiao Cuier looked at Jia She and smiled sarcastically, as if she dared to speak.

When I go back to the palace in the evening, I have to copy medical books.

Xiao Cuier suddenly turned her head and asked: "Father-in-law, brother Cong was injured when he was growing up?"

You can imagine the hard work during this period.

"If he doesn't have a salary, he shouldn't scare his father-in-law..."

No matter what, it is said to be in the past.

Zhongqin smiled but said nothing.
To be continued...