Chapter 102

Su Yuetong is aggrieved, "I also can't?"

She's uncle Huang's little girl!

Why don't you even tell her?

Mu Xiu wry smile, "Wang Ye these years, how careful, just come to now, Miss Su afraid is don't know."

Su Yuetong's eyes suddenly dignified. Before she died, she really didn't know, but after that, when her soul wandered, she saw the struggling uncle Huang, who was strong on the surface but lonely in the heart.

Just know, he gives her pet, is how rare and precious.

But she didn't give up hope, just began to think, there are so many kinds of cold poisons on the mainland, which one did Uncle Huang get?

"In fact, if I don't tell Miss Su, Miss Su may not be able to know the king's condition." Mu Xiu gave a gentle smile, but there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Su Yuetong opened his eyes curiously, "what else can I do?"

Mu Xiu said, "Miss Su can feel the pulse for the Lord himself. If the Lord agrees to let you feel the pulse, I can also tell you his past illness."

Su Yuetong was dejected. "Uncle Huang just refused."

"Miss Su is so ancient and strange. Does she have to be as serious as the doctor outside to feel her pulse? It's nothing more than feeling the patient's pulse. " Mu xiuchong picks her eyebrows. He remembers that when Su Yuetong feels for Shang Shishi, he feels for her pulse while quarreling with Chu Chengye and others.

Thus it can be seen that Su Yuetong did not need to take an ordinary road to see a doctor.

So

Mu Xiu gives Su Yuetong a bad idea, and by the way, helps his master to do his best.

He always felt that Chu Yihan had been waiting for Su Yuetong to kiss him for so many years.

The master is too cold. He, as a subordinate, must seek some benefits for him.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yihan crowded into a clever figure in his spacious bedroom.

Su Yuetong slips to Chu Yihan's bed with her face covered. She sees the hand lying flat beside him and looks longingly, "Wow! Uncle Huang's hand is so beautiful! "

Whimper, whimper

The hand of La Mo Mei has snow-white skin, slender fingers and distinct joints. It looks relaxed and powerful.

The key point is that this hand can be used to write, to wield a sword, and to do anything handsome!

Her claw, a little closer, will touch this beautiful hand.

Almost.

One more thing.

One last throw

"Su Yuetong, do you want to die?" Chu Yihan's cold voice rang out, and Su Yuetong suddenly rolled to the ground, staring big eyes, "Emperor Uncle Huang, how did you wake up! "

I'll go!

In the dead of night, he was breathing steadily just now. She slipped in here for a while and he woke up?

Chu Yi Han looks at her with the eyes of seeing idiots, "if the assassins are like you, how many times has my king died?"

Su Yuetong said, "I'm not an assassin!"

Chu Yi cold glances at her one eye, "you pour want."

If she was an assassin, she would die when she stepped into his room.

Su Yuetong was unconvinced again. "Why can't I think about it?"

Chu Yi Han snorted, "is there such a stupid assassin as you? Even if there are, they will not come here to die. "

To die, and so stupid, only Su Yuetong.

"Uncle Huang! Why do you despise me? " Su Yuetong got up and sat on Chu Yihan's bed without even shooting the ashes on his ass.

Chu Yi Han glanced at her, "what are you doing in my king's room in the middle of the night?"

Don't you think about him?