The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 587 Lost sense of taste and smell

  Mingsu was hit, and his face fell on the spot.

  I saw Lu Huai Jiangzai carefully and gently wipe her hair, and her hair was still dripping with water.

  It was a bit sultry at noon today, and Ming Su changed into a veil.

   Layers of gauze skirts are stacked, and the wind sways around, as if they are about to become immortals.

  But the material is a little different.

  As long as he gets wet, he will stand tightly on his body, albeit a little embarrassed. But it can also show the exquisite and delicate figure.

  There is only one **** in the house, and the only man is His Royal Highness.

  Mingsu has taken a little bit bigger in this step.

  While wiping her hair, Lulu looked at Girl Ming with straight eyes.

  It was getting late and it was already a bit chilly. Lulu shuddered when she saw her and refused to go back to dress. Be puzzled.

   "Sister Ming is indeed a bit rough and thick, Lulu is still wearing spring shirts, and sister Ming is wearing skirts." The little girl was full of envy.

   "I also want thick skin, and I also want to wear a veil." Lulu stared eagerly.

  As the wind blew, the wet clothes became more and more freezing.

  Mingsu shuddered slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "The courtier has been very hot since she was a child." After speaking, she shuddered slightly.

Lu Huaijiang didn't raise his eyebrows: "She wears more and less, it has nothing to do with my palace. But you wear like her, not inconsistent, so rude, my palace interrupted your leg." Lu Huaijiang He didn't even look at Ming Su, but Ming Su was so angry that he cried.

  Non-three and four...

  It took her so much energy to change such a piece of colored yarn. His Royal Highness actually said that she is not inconsistent!

  Mingsu walked away with an ugly face, Lulu paddled his feet to look out, but was pressed back by His Royal Highness.

  "Why is it not serious when wearing colored yarn?" Lulu looked at him blankly, why is it not serious when wearing colored yarn.

Lu Huaijiang rubbed the ends of her hair and it was already dry, and he said casually: "Colored yarn is serious colored yarn, but it doesn't necessarily matter if people are serious." Lu Huaijiang gave a low laugh and picked a flower of Begonia. Staying out of her ears actually made her appear more agile.

  Xiao Yuer hesitated to stand at the door of the house, watching the inside carefully.

  The maid just came out to serve Mingsu, glanced at her indifferently, banged her, and shut her out in front of her.

  The door almost hit the tip of her nose.

  Yu'er's expression was a bit lonely, and the difference between Ming Su and her predecessors was so great that she felt a little lost for a while.

  Behind him, a hand stretched out.

  Lulu's head came out from behind her: "Are there any discomforts in your body?" His eyes were clear.

   Yuer took a step back suddenly, looking at her defensively.

  I don’t know why, she is afraid of Lulu from the bottom of her heart.

  Looking at Lulu's expression, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I seem to be sick. I have no sense of taste. I can't taste it. You all said that there is salt, but I tasted dull and tasteless. You are eating the honey water that Dad took from the mountain, but I did not drink it at all. Taste. The taste is the same as chewing wax..."

  Yu'er said and cried.

  In the night, standing alone under the eaves, his eyes were a little panic and dazed.

"Am I sick? My eyes hurt too. I always shed tears when I look at the sun at noon. There is not much sunshine, and it hurts to be exposed to Yuer. Why should I leave Yuer alone? Why should I leave Yuer alone? Me." Yuer cried helplessly.

  (End of this chapter)