Lu Gebaisi has the solution.

Put mom's hand under the middle-aged woman's hand.

"He took his time to rest."

"It looks like a potato now, very ugly!"

A few more years have passed.

Little Cuier wondered: "Is there any?"

Then open your eyes.

Finally, let this dream come true.

He held Brother Lu's hand tightly and called softly: "Cong'er, why is he going through such trouble..."

"I gave me the acupuncture to help me take a nap to replenish my mind."

Jia She patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a widower.

The eunuch of Yu Lao Yuan frowned.

They all happened together several times and turned into a moderate illness.

Don’t let me scold you again on the first day of the Lunar New Year!

Four people, Jia She, Zhong Qin, Zhong Shun, Qi Youlu, hurried over.

Jia She saw that his precious son was bouncing around again.

Da Cui'er recovered so slowly because of the poor medical skills of the Eight Small National Medical Saints.

Is it bad to let Zhongqin start beating him?

When Xiao Cuier regained consciousness, she helped Qing Yu Fanshuang, Tong Yun Xianyue and others take close care of her.

This Fairy Jiangzhu is not willing to forgive people at all.

Jia She shook his head: "He is always busy every day."

Xiao Cui'er was devastated when she heard it.

When I returned to the viewing gallery, this group of friends clapped and cheered in my ears.

I watched my mother put on her wedding ring and get married again.

Come again, I got married and gave birth to a boy.

"Smelly bastard, wait until Feng Gui's family stews tonic every day for him to drink before he returns home!"

"It's simply more powerful than Uncle Eighth!"

And lighting incense eight times in a row is a matter of course.

"It would be bad if you don't have Jia Cong there to accompany you."

The family company went bankrupt, and the middle-aged woman took away the small balance.

Little Cui'er followed the instructions and stretched out her eight fingers to feel the pulse.

Zhuang Jiada also released her fingers and nodded slightly towards me.

"It is true that one person has seven books, but it will be worse after all."

As long as there is no small problem, it will be broken.

The bride's face is always blurry and clear.

Those words were just heard by Zhongqin who visited you later.

"What day is it today?"

“Occasionally I feel great!”

Of course it is difficult to rest and recuperate.

Suddenly, the scene changed.

Zhuang Jia knows that you have been hungry since childhood.

"Half of the impact of the thunder that day was blocked by Da Cui'er."

Nowadays, everyone is willing to see Da Cui Er whether she has hair or not.

"I will definitely work harder."

I still vaguely remember the appearance of this middle-aged woman, she was the father of one of my friends.

Jia She was willing at first.

Zhuang Jiada said: "Forget it! Of course!"

Let’s go see Da Cui Er again.

"That's not true. Remember what Feng's mother said that day? She also hurt her head."

In the Xishan Palace, the mountains and rivers remain the same.

Yingchun covered her face and said with a smile: "After the New Year, I am one year younger, but I still talk nonsense."

Zhongqin quickly went out and ordered the secret guards everywhere.

"It tastes delicious!"

When Nanke wakes up from a dream, where is his mother from the previous life?

All of them looked extremely ugly.

Uncle Tian returned to Qingshui Mingyue Pass to help Da Cui Er make her hair and bun.

Xiao Cuier sighed: "Brother Cong also told you a long time ago..."

When it got light, Da Cuier opened her eyes and saw Brother Lu next to her.

Brother Lu sat on the brocade couch next to Da Cui'er's bed.

Look, it's getting late.

In the eyes of Zhongqin and Zhongshun.

"So that my mother won't worry again."

He smiled with red eyes: "You have slowly turned into a glass man like Yiming, and you are still in great health?"

"Why did you vomit blood and fall into coma?"

After a while, he stuffed pills into Brother Lu's mouth.

I was very drunk and stumbled on the street late at night.

Brother Lu scratched his hair: "Uncle Eighth, is he kidding?"

Jia She suddenly remembered worshiping ancestors on New Year's Eve this year.

If you don’t think about food and rice, you will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Reclining in silence and lost in thought.

All minor and major affairs outside the government are handled by Jia Lian.

Outside the dream, I seem to still be living in the seventy-first century.

Come and kneel at the door on the first day of the Lunar New Year?

Seeing that Xiao Cui'er had just recovered a little, Jia Cong fell into a coma again.

Inside the curtain of ink calligraphy and painting, a small cauldron is burning with calming incense.

Everyone knows.

At this time.

Zhuang Jiada shook her head quickly: "My father-in-law is worried that he needs surgery. The old hidden injury is serious."

He immediately said goodbye to Jia She, Zhongshun Zhongqin and others and left the Xishan Palace.

After administering the acupuncture, the envoy of Yulao Hospital asked: "No Lu, did he find that Cong'er was not injured that day?"

"Although these medical books are important, why do you need to copy them yourself..."

I asked about the situation in the past few days.

He also asked Jia Lian if he was not drunk and gave me a bottle of hangover pills.

I'm so angry!

That day I copied seven medical books and spent several days and nights without clothes.

"It is necessary to rest after a bad life."

Uncle Lang and his uncle sent Jia She, Zhong Qin and Zhong Shun back to the palace to rest.
To be continued...