Finest Servant

"Where, where!" Lin Lang laughed embarrassedly, took her little hand, and walked in quickly.

The patients outside the door lined up consciously, not daring to disturb the doctors inside for a moment. Seeing this black boy appearing out of nowhere, ignoring the long formation and rushing in, he couldn't help but glared and stared at him fiercely.

Lin Wanrong giggled, and clasped his hands together: "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm in a hurry, and it's related to the happiness of the doctor's life. Please forgive me."

Regardless of whether the Koreans could understand or not, they rushed all the way to the door of the small building, just as the door was quietly opened, and a patient who had finished treatment stepped out. He took Yu Ruo's hand and rushed in anxiously.

After entering the door, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood past my nose, and my impetuous mind suddenly calmed down.

The living room is huge, and the layout is simple and elegant. There are a few tables and chairs in front of the door for patients to wait for. Behind it is the clinic with curtains, where the doctors are sitting.

Through the constantly fluttering tassels, I saw a medical woman sitting inside, but she was in her 40s and 50s, looking at them kindly: "Young man, what disease do you and your wife want to see? Is it infertility?" ? Then we medical girls can’t see it!”

Fortunately Master Lin couldn't understand her words, otherwise he would be furious: What infertility? Speaking out is not afraid of scaring you to death! I gave birth to two sons at once, and now there are three more in my mother's womb waiting to be born!

Seeing that it was not the person he imagined, Lin Wanrong was immediately disappointed, shook his head and sighed, but saw the eldest lady secretly took his hand. He pointed silently inside.

About three or four zhang away from this elderly medical girl, there is still a curtain hanging. I could vaguely see a slim figure inside, soundless and extremely quiet.

"Thank you. I'll check with the doctor inside!" Lin Wanrong bowed to the medical lady to thank her, took the hand of the eldest lady, and hurried inside.

"Oh, she's not feeling well. She didn't see a doctor—" The nurse hurriedly got up to stop her, but she couldn't catch up with them.

Step by step approach. Through the slightly shaking curtain, the shadowy figure became more and more real.

A few rhododendrons that have long since dried up. Put it in a vase on the table. An elegant and quiet woman was sitting sideways at the table, gently stroking the dry Jindalai, staring at the calligraphy and painting on the wall, silently in a daze.

A splashed ink landscape hangs on the wall. On the faint green hills, the fiery red rhododendrons bloom all over the mountains and plains, like a vast and boundless red carpet. A cuckoo bird flew from nowhere. It is flying among the bright flowers.

A few crystal clear red teardrops slowly dripped on the charming petals.

"Spring red begins to fade and autumn red again. After the death of the country, it comes to the Chu Palace. It should be the endless grievances of Shu. Let the color tell the west wind."

That line of sad little poem is lightly titled among the flowers. Juicy and beautiful, charming and charming.

This is the allusion of "the cuckoo cries blood, and the son returns to mourn", Lin Wanrong used to say this when he was ordered to pick up girls in the past. It moved many people, but they never thought that it would be painted into a picture scroll by someone with a heart.

Not seen for many days. The little palace maid still had red lips and white teeth. The skin was as translucent and crystal clear as if washed with egg white. The eyes are round and bright, indescribably elegant and quiet.

A wide goryeo gown. Cover up her charming body. Looking down along the white neck, the plump breasts stand tall, and the slender thighs are round and full. Very tempting.

It's just that the silent breeze swayed her long hair and beautiful skirt, making her feel like a weak willow, so pitiful.

"Hello, are you here to see a doctor? May I ask what symptoms you have?" The voice of the little maid was still so gentle. She sighed, her eyes gradually became clear. Turning around silently, he picked up the small script on the table and prepared to record.

"Yeah, I have a lot of symptoms recently." I can't understand Korean. Just by looking at her demeanor, you can tell what to ask. Lin Wanrong smiled and sat down in front of her: "For example. Overnutrition. The body is too strong and the sex is too violent. Please give me a good prescription!"

"Bada," the brush in the hand of the little palace maid fell slightly, she raised her head tremblingly, saw the smiling face in front of her, two big teardrops gushed out instantly, she was speechless for a while.

"Sister Chang Jin, how are you?" Lin Wanrong smiled lightly.

Xu Changjin stared at him blankly, his skin was dyed a layer of fiery pink, his complexion was like a peach blossom in March, she pondered, tears rolled down.

"My lord—" After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her rosy mouth tremblingly, her eyes misty, her legs gradually bent, and she knelt down slowly.

When she got up, she showed her protruding belly under the long skirt. From that appearance, she was already seven months old.

Lin Wanrong was horrified, and suddenly supported her: "What are you doing, how can you kneel like this? You want my life!"

Xu Changjin's beautiful eyes were lightly closed, tears were like broken beads, he curled up in his arms weakly, and shook his head desperately: "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm the one who's sorry for you!"

Her transparent skin is crystal clear, and her beautiful eyes are gently closed, like pear blossoms stained with rain and dew, extremely fragile.

Facing such a powerless woman, Master Lin doesn't know what to say even if he is hard-hearted. He sighed silently: "Miss Chang Jin, why are you sorry for me? I don't quite understand!"

The sound of Miss Chang Jin's words suddenly opened the distance between the two of them by a hundred and eight thousand miles. Xu Changjin's delicate body trembled, weeping unceasingly, his body choked with sobs, as if he was about to die, unable to speak a word.

The eldest lady rolled his eyes at him angrily, leaned over hastily, and gently patted the young lady's fragrant shoulder: "Sister Chang Jin, don't be afraid, just say what you want! If he dares to scold you, I will help you!" Teach him a lesson!"

The little maid shook her head sadly, choked with sobs, and said intermittently: "Miss Xiao, it's none of your business, it's all Jang Geum's fault! My lord beats me and scolds me, Jang Jin is willing!"

Looking at her protruding round belly, Xiao Yuruo sighed and shook her head: "Sister Chang Jin, it's not because the younger sister scolded you. This time, I want to speak up for Lin Lang. Even if you like him, you can't use him." This kind of method! He drugged his wine, secretly conceived the flesh and blood of the Lin family, but returned to Korea without a word. It was a peaceful festival. There are three good things and two bad things, our flesh and blood of the Lin family will--"

"sorry.

I'm sorry—" The little palace maid desperately lowered her head, tears falling one by one, she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Seeing her lovely and pitiful appearance. How could the eldest miss be so cruel as to blame her, seeing her husband was silent, she couldn't help but pinch his arm hard: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you just say something!"

The belly is so big, what else can I say? Mrs. Lin smiled wryly and coughed a few times: "Miss is right, Miss Chang Jin, what you did was very wrong, you should pay more attention next time—oh, no, you must review it carefully. Our Lin family is cheap, It’s not a waste of land!”

Xiao Yuruo felt quite helpless hearing this, but the tears of the little palace maid really made people feel sad. No matter what purpose she had for that one-night marriage with Lin Lang in the first place, just think about her An unmarried single woman suddenly has a big belly, and I don't know how many people will poke her back. She is pregnant with Liujia, and she has to rush to the front line of the war to treat diseases and save lives. She is indeed an amazing woman.

After this, Xiao Yuruo could no longer feel guilty, and seeing Xu Changjin's clear and shy eyes, Xiao Yuruo could only shake his head: "Sister Changjin, please lure him in and say something, I'll wait here you!"

Miss Xiao was so knowledgeable and sensible that the little maid was infinitely grateful, she raised her head and secretly glanced at the lord. But dare not speak.

Behind this consulting room is a quiet bedroom. The eldest lady wanted him to tell the little palace maid, Lin Wanrong hurriedly took Yuruo's hand. He said softly: "Let's go together! I'm inside alone. I'm a little scared!"

The eldest lady was not angry immediately, nor was she smiling. What are you afraid of, a big man, at most let her take advantage of you again!

"Miss, thank you!" Chang Jin's eyes were full of grateful tears, and he bowed deeply to Yuruo, and the eldest lady hurriedly supported her: "You are so strong, how can you do such an important gift! Don't be afraid when talking to him." , you also know that he is a man with a hard mouth and a soft heart, and he won't do anything to you, just calm down!"

Lin Wanrong smiled helplessly and rubbed her waist a few times: "Miss, who are you helping?"

Yu Ruo glared at him a few times, then silently looked at the little palace maid's puffed up stomach, and enviously said softly: "I will help no one, I will only help our Lin family!"

Lin Wanrong's heart sank, as if he had been caught seven inches, he nodded honestly, and smiled next to her ear: "Just say this, baby, your belly in the future will definitely be twice as big as Jang Geum's." more than."

The young lady pouted lightly, her face was red and her ears were red, her whole body was limp.

Xu Changjin looked at their intimate flirting, with deep admiration in her eyes, she silently brushed the curtain, her face flushed with bright pink, and said softly and respectfully: "My lord, please come in!"

He Changjin really doesn't need to be polite, Lin Wanrong sighed, and stepped into the room.

As soon as he entered the house, he froze for a moment. The room is not big, with a bright pink bed in the middle, a heel-high table built by the window, and a low table on the table, the arrangement is exactly the same as that night in Beijing. There are vases on the table and in front of the bed, which are spotlessly cleaned, and the ground in the vases is full of dried rhododendrons.

Rhododendrons come to bloom in spring, and it is already late autumn. These withered flowers may have been here for more than half a year.

He let out a long breath, not knowing what to say.

Xu Changjin stared at him blankly, misty mist rose in her eyes, she bent down lightly, took a pair of cloth slippers beside her with great effort, and said softly, "My lord, Changjin will help you change your shoes."

The scene in front of her seemed familiar, Lin Wanrong hurriedly snatched the cloth mop from her hand, and said angrily: "Nonsense! What time is this, can you still bend down?"

The little maid's nose was sour, her ruddy cherry mouth slightly opened, and she looked at him tremblingly: "My lord, this is our Korean custom!"

"What kind of custom? Is it because I am an honored guest?" The adult asked angrily.

Xu Changjin's face was smeared with Danxia, ​​and the fire was burning, she silently shook her head, helped him sit on the kang, and knelt down to take off his shoes.

Lin Wanrong turned pale in shock, and hurriedly supported her heavy body: "Forget it, stop it! You're not serving me, you're killing me!"

The little palace maid blushed, and she couldn't squat down, so she stubbornly pushed the adult down on the bed, took off his shoes and put on cloth slippers for him, then looked at him contentedly and smiled, crystal clear tears flowed out again in an instant .

"Okay, okay, don't cry!" Seeing her clear and bright firm eyes, Lin Wanrong was immediately irritable, unable to express all her complaints. He rolled over and sat up: "Tell me, are you responsible for what you did to me last time?"

Xu Changjin's cheeks were bloodshot, his beautiful eyes were flushed, and he lowered his head silently: "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Is it useful just to say I'm sorry?" The adult snorted and said angrily, "Do you know how much harm you have brought to my mature body and young heart? Since then, I have never Dare to drink the wine toasted by women, and never dare to enter a woman's boudoir -- cough, cough, except my wife's --"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The little maid kept crying, except for these three words, she really didn't know what to say. It's just that the adult's words made her feel sad and puzzled: besides entering your wife's boudoir, who else would you want to enter?

Lin Wanrong lost his temper. Seeing the little maid's body trembling and her face turning pale, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she coughed a few times and snorted, "Then tell me, will you still dare to fall in love with that rape me next time? Hmph, the most important thing." How dare you make me faint when I was in bed, it's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous!"

This was an unprecedented shame and humiliation in his life, new hatred and old hatred welled up in his heart, and his voice naturally became louder.

The little maid blushed and her heart beat, she lowered her head silently, her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Don't dare, my lord, I will never dare!"