(MTL)Dressed as the fake princess of the palace

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

    Ying Wang, who was at the base of the window, stood up slowly, stroked his white beard proudly, and smiled. That medicine melts in the mouth, and there is no room for people to go back. What a joke, people who dare to risk their lives to eat puffer fish, how can they allow the other party to have the slightest hesitation.

    He looked up at the sky for a long time, and there was a waning moon on the horizon. This month once took photos of the old man, but the old man never saw this month. If that person was still there, what would the world be like? Year after year, year after year, how many reincarnations of spring and autumn, how many alternating summers and winters. In his lifetime, can he really fulfill that person's entrustment?

    After the medicine has been used, he doesn't believe that it can't be done, unless Zhong Xiaozi is Liu Xiahui.

    He bowed slowly and left, his white hair fluttering in the wind, while humming a song in a low voice: "...the country laughs at the misty rain, the waves wash away the red dust and the world knows how much you know. Qingfengxiao has caused loneliness, and there is only one pride left. The lapel is in the evening, the sea laughs and the tide rises on both sides of the strait..."

    As she sang, tears welled up in her cloudy eyes. He stopped and continued to look at the waning moon in the sky, "It's been more than 30 years, how long have we not had a drink together... I really miss how arbitrary those days...

    " chant. The huge palace is as quiet as the world, except for his own shadow, only the shadow of the trees.

    The breeze and the bright moon are still there, and the stars are changing.

    The warm candlelight haloed the yellow window flowers, and the two people who were isolated in the room had long since separated. Yan Huanhuan hugged herself and huddled at the corner of the bed, while Zhong Ting bent his legs and rubbed his eyebrows.

    "Zhong...Brother Zhong, are you okay?"

    "Well, I'm fine, let's sleep."

    She doubted that he could still sleep after taking the medicine. What she didn't know was that in his previous life, he was in a high position and powerful and attractive, and there were always women who were not afraid of death who took risks. Mistakes in the drug of joy have occurred from time to time, from the forcible suppression at the beginning to the indifference at the back. He has long been accustomed to such things as he can tell which kind of pleasure medicine it is just by smelling the smell. And this medicine is not that inferior medicine. Apart from the sudden increase of human strength, there seems to be nothing wrong with it. He is confident that he can suppress it.

    "Really okay?"

    "It's okay, why do you have doubts if you don't say that you trust me the most?"

    She would be suspicious, trusting him is another matter. People who take traditional Chinese medicine have no reason at all, can they still believe it? What kind of man does not respond to the drug, is he really...?

    He looked there subconsciously, and felt regretful in his heart. It's a pity that such a smooth man, with such a face and such a figure, is actually a no-go.

    If so, don't worry. Even if he does, she shouldn't worry, she won't suffer anyway. The people on the outside didn't move, and they didn't know if they had fallen asleep. The heart she was carrying was put down and brought up, brought up and put down again, and the melancholy expectations were extremely complicated.