Planting a Gu?

After listening to the analysis of the Immortal, Qiu Yu raised his eyebrows.

Why didn’t any of the doctors say this to him before? Is the skill of the Gu people is too superb, so superb that even the doctors in southern Xinjiang, known as the “Gu Kingdom”, did not find it? Or, what is the secret in this?

"Yeah." He seemed to respond casually. Qiu Yu had always cleaned up his emotions well. Only when he touched that world would he reveal a little helplessness.

"You go down first and rest in the lotus pavilion. When my concubine was seriously ill, I was troubled by the doctor's immortals."

Perhaps some sentence touched his emotions again, Qiu Yu was slightly stunned and stretched out his hands towards the Immortal.

The Immortal's eyes lowered, and his eyes fell on those hands, which were big and wide. The palms had a thin cocoon due to holding weapons all year round. It looked like a very white complexion. It turned into a light brown color because of the wind and sun in southern Xinjiang.

But I was still puzzled in my heart what kind of etiquette this was, but the next moment, I quickly took the hands.

"If you can serve the prince, you will be blessed by villains."

"I haven't asked for the name of the Medical Immortal." Qiu Yu looked up and down. His appearance was not as impressive. However, his lines were more elegant and elegant than those of the southern Xinjiang people. Although he could not compare to the Pan An and Song Yu mentioned in calligraphy and paintings, the warm breath of jade emitted from his body was the only one in southern Xinjiang.

With a little hesitation, Qiu Yu shook the hand of the Immortal.

"The common name of a villain is like the sea."

"Ruhai... Whether you have experience, or your mind, you are a top-notch name." Qiu Yuyan praised insincerely, and walked out the door with Ruhai. The night was dark, and there were insects drinking enough dew to spread their throats. The night in southern Xinjiang is rarely so quiet. All of this gave Qiu Yu a good environment to ask questions. After looking around, Qiu Yu said decisively, "Do you think Sony is useful or Samsung is useful?"

"What?"

Ru Hai was stunned.

Just as he was stunned by this question, he felt like pouring a basin of cold water on Qiu Yu's heart that had been manic, from head to toe, and in an instant he seemed to be in an ice cellar. Those things he was thinking about were just his own delusions.

"It's okay." Qiu Yu smiled lightly and called a palace slave to come, "Take the doctor fairy to the lotus pavilion to rest."

Under the milk-like moonlight, the graceful man stood with his hands behind his back, and his faint smile gradually condensed on the corner of his lips. He looked at the white shadow of the Immortal, turned around the corridor, walked through the garden, and unconsciously counted the steps he had walked. After a long time, he sighed softly.

"thrush……"

Some people are thinking about their worries while blowing cool breeze in the lotus pavilion, while others are bathing in the moonlight on the porch and tossing and turning.

However, the person who made neither of them fall asleep peacefully was lying quietly in the brocade quilt. Perhaps the quilt soaked with herbal juice was now exuding a calming effect. In the spots of moonlight, the woman half tilted her head, and her long eyelashes reflected on her lower eyes and face, reflecting an extra gentle shadow. Due to the careful care of several days, her lips were bright red and as bright as a flower, and she became more charming in this moonlit night.

He is really a wonderful person...

Zi Lian half-hides in the canopy, looking at it carefully with the moonlight.

However, although it is wonderful, it always lacks the tender temperament that ordinary women should have. Perhaps because they have been together in the court for too long, they now exude unparalleled perseverance and courage.

Then he moved his arms full of whip marks, shook his wrists, and looked at the Lotus Pavilion.

The moon shadows in the room were overwhelming. Through the window, I could clearly see the man in white looking silently in the direction where she was, his eyes were gentle and pouring like water.

He sighed and withdrew his gaze, but fell on Qiu Yu who was leaning against the pillar in the porch. He was graceful and grand, and the crazy king's lord, no matter where he was, he was ashamed and unsightly as he was. Compared to his master...

Thinking of this, Zi Lian slapped himself in the mouth.

One is the nobleness of being untainted by lead dust, and the other is the arrogance of commoners and ministers. No matter how you compare, you should be incomparable.

The moonlight gradually shifted, and Zi Lian looked at the three people in different directions under the tree, the same posture had not changed overnight.

...

"Anyway, her identity is too strange."

Qiu Yu, who had been pondering for a night, was not haggard, but became more and more capable. He handed the report in his hand to Bao Chun, "Don't act rashly. No matter what the situation is, it's still like me."

Bao Chun put the mansion away, hesitated slightly, and then said, "The princess said that the camp was rectified and sent a deputy general to the prince to help."

The princess of Southern Xinjiang was met by Qiu Yu when he was still in the Central Plains. At that time, Qiu Yu was the most down-and-out time. However, the princess was keen on the beads and took a look at Qiu Yu from the exiled people at first sight. Although the status was very different, she still stretched out her hands without hesitation and gave her a lifetime of happiness.

Qiu Yu did not disappoint her expectations and climbed step by step, finally reaching the peak of the King of Southern Xinjiang.

If the princess of the Southern Xinjiang was not jealous, Qiu Yu would have sent a few military supervisors whenever he led his troops alone. Otherwise, with his good vision of choosing a son-in-law, he would have been circulated as a good story.

Qiu Yu sighed slightly, "I understand."

He said he was a deputy general, but in name he was a helper, but in fact he was the military supervisor she sent.

Even though she was a little-hearted person, even if she often made him unable to come to Taiwan, except for her kindness, it was the moment when he was most moved many years ago. If it weren't for her "save him", I'm afraid that this person named Qiu Yu would not appear in the history of Northern Zhou and Southern Xinjiang in the future. So, he also followed her little-hearted person, and he would accept everything she gave him.

Bao Chun hesitated again, came over for a moment, and said, "Prince, it's time to patrol the streets today."

"Yes." Qiu Yu got up, walked to the inner room, "changing clothes."

The early summer weather has become a little dry, and most of the wounds on the thrush’s arm have been healed due to careful care. However, after the dry scars fall off, there are still ugly red marks, like winding centipedes.

The thrush pointed at the room, Muxia, who picked up a long red dress, and put on a black base and beige-edged shawl. He looked at the bronze mirror with special comfort, "I have to add some rouge."

"The Immortal said that girls should not use rouge, as it may cover up the girl's complexion and it is inconvenient to use medicine." Ruxia smiled slightly.

"It's okay." Huamei insisted on asking Jixia to get the rouge box, picked up some light pink rouge and swept it on her cheeks. Her eyes were filled with smiles, showing the handsome appearance of the person in the camera.

Qiu Yu stepped into the inner room and saw that the thrush was smiling and leaning against the couch. He held a volume of "Southern Xinjiang Wenci" in his hand. He looked at him with a slightly serious look that made Qiu Yu laugh. Then he noticed that she had changed her clothes. I have to say that she was born to be suitable for red, and her red body made her thin body look much more rounded.

"Your complexion is better today."

Qiu Yu said while asking Bao Chun, who came in, to change himself into a hiding blue outer robe, sat next to the thrush, and whispered, "You keep it well, I'll go and come back."

"Yeah." Huamei responded with a smile. When Qiu Yu walked to the threshold, hesitated and said, "Prince--"

Qiu Yu turned around and saw Huamei holding the book in her hand nervously, her face turned slightly red, and then she whispered, "Come back early."

The guard in my heart could not resist this warm voice of the beauty who looked back and gradually collapsed.

"I understand." Qiu Yu smiled at Huamei and strided out of the house. The summer sun and the wind hit their faces, making them feel comfortable all over.

The green-topped sedan chair carried by eight people walked through Yongtai Gate and ran straight to the street.

Patrol the streets is one of the rules that Qiu Yu was ruled by the king of Southern Xinjiang. There is a designated day every month as his patrol. On this day, no matter whether it is cold, heat, sun and rain, all temporary thatched huts and huts will be removed wherever he is, making the long street wide and tidy. People who have grievances will also go out collectively on this day to stop Qiu Yu's sedan chair and seek justice in the street.

After walking around the long street, it was as calm as ever, and it didn't happen as Qiu Yu had expected.

Just as Qiu Yu was about to return home, someone suddenly walked through the crowd and ran straight towards Qiu Yu's sedan chair. The sedan chairmen all stopped, Qiu Yu leaned, then opened the curtain and looked out.

The very young man was haggard and miserable, with a yellow face and a grass mark on his hair.

This is what I meant to sell myself.

"What's going on?" Qiu Yu secretly defined it in his heart, not to come to save Huamei, but inexplicably felt annoyed.

"My father almost died in the Bondou cliff... I felt sorry for the poor and weak family who were unable to bury him... so I begged the prince to take the villain as a rude palace slave for the sake of his father... I just wanted to save enough money to bury his father, and let the prince drive him..." The young man kowtowed to Qiu Yu's sedan chair, and his forehead touched the rough road surface of sand and stone. He just begged one by one, and he was moved by tears.

"Okay, the palace slave is missing in the mansion. You should follow Lao Zhang." Qiu Yu waved his hand and said to a person behind the sedan chair, "Lao Zhang!"

Lao Zhang ran over and took out a few pieces of scattered silver from his arms and threw it to the young man, "Follow me, what's your name?"

Perhaps because he had never seen so much money, the young man was stunned and then said embarrassedly, "Puyameiguo."

"What a feminine name?" Lao Zhang laughed and turned around. The guards who followed him surrounded the two of them and walked forward. "It is not difficult to enter our palace as a palace slave. What is difficult is to tattoo the face."

"Tattoothing?" Puyameiguo was stunned for a moment, and Lao Zhang laughed again, saying meaningfully, "No, if you enter the palace, you will be from our palace."

Thinking of the old man who could not be buried under the draft mat, Puyameiguo was stunned and then said viciously, "Okay, just stab it, but I'm going to bury my father first!"
Chapter completed!