Originally, this was a problem that could be solved by surgery, but in Bianjing during the Song Dynasty, although commerce was developed and people's livelihood was prosperous, it was not an era where surgery could be performed.

In order to let Fu Jiuqu die with dignity and live up to his world-famous beauty, Xin Yi specially designed this disease.

I didn't expect it, and it stumped me.

Of course, in Xin Yi's opinion, the half-dead Fu Jiuqu was cuter. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Fu Jiuqu was really cured.

If the villain doesn't die, how will the plot collapse?

By then, can she still be able to go back?

"What a cunning woman."

The cool hum was magnetic and cold, like a thin dagger sliding across the back of the neck, with the chill of peeling skin and bones.

Xin Yi subconsciously stirred and bowed his head in salute.

"I have met the Prince of Guangling County."

Black soap boots passed in front of him, and Fu Jiuqu's clothes were scented with osmanthus, bringing out a gentle breeze. Every step he took, a slight fragrance floated out, mixed with the special astringency of traditional Chinese medicine, and even his questions seemed to make him sick.

gas.

"Xiao Zhang, do you know your guilt?"

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Chapter completed!