Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

At this moment, Qin Song's voice came from the door.

"Master Hou, let's catch an old woman who wants to run away."

Ye Siming's affectionate eyes faded, and he said coldly, "Understood, I'll come right away."

Then, he took Gu Nuo'er's hand and kissed the back of her hand naturally.

"In what way, you'll know later. Now I'm going to work, it's not safe outside, you wait for me here."

"I'll be back soon and take you back to the palace."

However, Gu Nuo'er didn't want to be separated from him.

She quickly stood up and said, "I'll go too. Brother Siming, we are different from mortals. I won't easily catch the cold."

Ye Siming stared at her, as if thinking about it.

Gu Nuo'er held his hand and shook her coquettishly: "I beg you, I don't want to be separated from you."

From Ye Siming's point of view, he lowered his eyes and looked down.

You can see the delicate and fair neck of the girl, the skin is fragrant and soft, and it seems that it is tempting to leave a trace on it.

And Gu Nuo'er was unaware that those fluttering eyelashes seemed to swept into Ye Siming's heart.

The young man was like fire, his body was burning hot, and his Adam's apple was slightly tight.

The fire in the heart that had just been suppressed with great difficulty will ignite again.

Ye Siming had no choice but to turn his eyes away, his voice hoarse: "Then follow me and don't run around."

Gu Nuo'er happily agreed: "Okay!"

The two came out of the village house holding hands.

Hu greasy thief leaned closer: "Oh, are you reconciled?"

Ye Siming's cold eyes swept over, Hu greasy silently withdrew the smile on his face.

Gu Nuo'er smiled: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Hu greasy hehe said: "It's still better for my sister."

Unlike some wolves, except for the daughter-in-law, everyone has a murderous look in their eyes.

He followed behind Gu Nuoer.

Not far away, two Hu Kui soldiers pressed an old woman who was struggling frantically.

"Let go of me, are you bandits, dare to do this to me, believe it or not, I will report to the official!"

Qin Song said sternly: "We are asking the imperial doctor to diagnose the pulse one by one, and tell everyone to stay at home and wait. Why did you sneak out?"

The old woman scolded: "I'm not sick, what kind of doctor!"

Qin Song looked at her: "It's not up to you to decide whether you are sick or not. It needs to be confirmed by the imperial doctor!"

Ye Siming walked over and saw that the old woman's face was flushed, and she didn't know if she was angry.

Gu Nuoer just glanced at her, then she turned her head, covered her lips with her hand, and quietly told Ye Siming, "She's sick."

Ye Si Ming's eyes turned cold, and he immediately ordered: "Take her back, keep her under strict supervision, and have the imperial physician come over to diagnose her pulse."

Qin Song clasped his fists: "Yes!"

However, the old woman was even more emotional when she heard this sentence.

She kept kicking her legs and scolding the accent she couldn't understand.

Sudden!

She started coughing violently until she vomited blood!

Hu Kuijun quickly let go of her and took a half step back.

The old woman slumped on the ground, murmuring, "I'm not sick, I'm not sick..."

Soon, she fainted.

After a while, the old woman was carried back to her residence.

The imperial doctor wrapped a white cloth on his face. After examining the old woman's pulse, he walked outside and handed over to Ye Siming.

"Master Hou, she has indeed contracted the cold, and looking at the pulse, she has stasis and cold, and has tuberculosis. It seems that it has been a long time, at least nearly a month."

Ye Siming frowned: "So, she should be the first person to get sick in this village?"

The doctor nodded.

Ye Siming immediately turned his head and instructed Qin Song: "Check her home, inside and out, and ask the nearby villagers who she usually interacts with."