Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." The delicate and frail plain white boy's eyelashes trembled.

Like a kitten, he hummed softly and softly, with a bit of doubt in his tone.

Obviously, she still doesn't know how the news is spread outside.

Chunhua seemed a little reluctant to say it, a little awkward.

"Just now, because the chief hugged you and you were alone in a room, everyone said privately that the chief has taken a liking to you and wants to... want to... want to hide you in a golden house..."

This is simply insulting.

Chunhua felt that no one was worthy of her beautiful young lady, even if she was the commander of an army.

Not worthy either.

The charming woman lowered her eyebrows softly, and on her pretty face without any makeup, her lips were as light pink as roses, exuding a soft aura.

Chunhua was talking, but she just listened quietly, coughing from time to time.

The pale cheeks gradually turned red due to coughing.

Stained with a bit of a charming blush.

The soft hair fell down on her cheeks, like an embellishment, making her face look as big as a palm, so elegant, and I felt so pity for her.

It makes people unable to take their eyes away.

After Chunhua finished speaking, she sat quietly for a while.

As if thinking of something, she asked softly: "Just now... was it Pei Chen who carried me back?"

When Chunhua heard the name, she was stunned again.

There was no response for a long time.

After reacting, she opened her eyes slightly: "Miss, do you know the name of the chief?"

"..."

Chunhua slapped her head again, "Yes, who in the city doesn't know the name of the chief?"

From eighty-year-old women to three-year-old children, they would probably tremble at this name.

Frightened by the news.

Chunhua said: "Miss, the entire Kyoto is now under his jurisdiction, so you'd better not call him by his name."

Otherwise, if he feels unhappy after hearing this, and kills him with one shot... it's not impossible.

"..."

The weak and sick beauty did not speak, she closed her eyes and remained quiet.

He only coughed from time to time and clutched his stuffy chest.

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Lu Zongsheng came out with the medicine box, and the military guard guarding the door quickly closed the door.

When he looked up, not surprisingly, he saw the man leaning against the pillar.

Leaning there, wearing white gloves, holding a cigar, smoking slowly.

His face was hidden in the smoke, a little unclear.

The tall and broad figure, slender and elegant, is like a beast hiding in the dark, always revealing a sense of danger.

Unspeakably dangerous and oppressive.

Lu Zongsheng settled for a moment, and then walked over quickly.

Stand at attention, take a break, and salute.

"Chief."

The cold and dangerous man said in a calm tone without raising his eyelids, "How is it?"

"Report to the chief, Miss, she...suffers from severe asthma."

"Due to long-term medication, her body is too weak and her qi and blood have been depleted. She also suffered from wind and cold today, and the disease qi may have entered her internal organs."

The condition is indeed very serious. It can be said that half of the body is about to be buried.

He continued: "However, this disease can still be cured, but it may require long-term treatment. In terms of price..."

I'm afraid it will also be surprisingly high.

The man lit his cigar carelessly, and sparks fell on the ground, quickly turning into ashes.

His eyes were dark and he said calmly: "The fees will be taken from my account."

Meaning, don't embezzle military funds.