The Boss Has Been Tricked By the Lord God Again

   Chapter 454 The **** is stunning (7)

   The day before, Rong Sui said a word, this morning, he personally came to pick her up.

   Yun Chu didn't expect this body to be so weak, fever and illness were completely unexpected.

   Speaking of frailty, Yun Chu called out the system.

   "Didn't you say that the buff on the card won't affect your physique?"

【Yes】

The    system finally bubbled up once, a little excited.

   Yun Chu's cold eyes swept over, but because of the bonus of 'I see pity', it will not make people feel cold, but more delicate and helpless.

   "How to explain this?"

   She pointed to her sick body.

   [Host, the original owner's physique is like this, it has nothing to do with cards]

  Yunchu: "..."

   She had nothing to say.

The sound of the    system is particularly cheerful, contrary to the low pressure at the beginning of the cloud.

  【I think the buff of the host is very good, how good it is to let others protect it】

  Yunchu: "..."

   Manually blocked the system, Yun Chu lay on the bed with no strength.

   After a while, Wanling walked in with a bowl of dark concoction in her hand.

   "Niangniang, Lord Rong is here, right at the door!"

  Wanling's voice trembled, and when she mentioned the three words, Master Rong, she couldn't control her trembling.

   Yun Chu propped himself up and leaned against the bed rail, raising the veil that blocked his vision.

"Oh."

   She responded lightly, without showing any special emotions.

  Emotions are very ordinary, just like the trivial things like eating and drinking.

  Wanling was stunned for a while, and handed out the medicine bowl: "Niangniang, the medicine is ready, you can drink it while it's hot."

   Yun Chu took the medicine bowl and stopped talking.

  The dark concoction was still steaming, and the bitter taste poured into the nose.

   Yun Chu frowned.

   Fingers held the handle of the spoon and stirred the concoction a few times.

   On the other side, Wanling paced back and forth in front of Yun Chu with a sad face.

   Yun Chu was drinking the medicine with difficulty, and Wan Ling said with a bitter face on the other side: "Niangniang, Lord Rong came with a sedan chair, I'm afraid he wants to pick you up to Zaochao."

   "But..." Wanling walked back and forth, frowning deeper, "You still have a fever, you should rest in the palace."

   Yun Chu focused on drinking the medicine, without speaking, listening to the little girl whispering in her ear.

  Wanling walked back and forth for a few more laps, and finally made up her mind, looked at Yun Chu for a few seconds, then turned and walked out.

   Yun Chu's hand holding the spoon paused, and looked up at the back of the little girl leaving.

  The light of the candle is weak, and the warm concoction warms the stomach.

   There was bitterness in his mouth, Yun Chu only frowned at first, but now there is only calm.

   Outside the Cining Palace, two sedan chairs are parked.

   One is pure gold, the other is black and gilded.

   Inside the black sedan chair, the man sat quietly, his eyelashes slightly drooping.

  's slender fingers rested on his knees, his eyes like a cold pond, drooping lazily.

  The people on the periphery, invariably, are as quiet as chickens.

When   Evening Spirit came out, what he saw was such a scene.

   Taking a deep breath, Wanling lowered her head, her voice still trembling uncontrollably: "Sir Rong, the lady has a fever, and I may not be able to go to Zaochao today..."

   Speaking of the back, Wan Ling's voice gradually decreased.

   The last sound was swallowed by silence.

  The surroundings were eerily silent.

   The thin night was still shrouding the earth, and the evening wind blew on his face like a knife.

   Wanling felt that her eyes hurt.

   Her legs trembled uncontrollably, biting her lips.

  The one on the sedan chair, separated by a curtain, was also cold.

  Yanling lowered her head, trying her best to reduce her sense of existence.

   At this moment, a hand with well-defined knuckles protruded from the black curtain.

  Rong Sui lowered his eyes and got off the sedan chair, his eyes indifferent to the extreme.

   (end of this chapter)