"Yes, master."

Xin Zhi was reluctant to leave, but Qinghu was gloomy, and she didn't dare not listen.

But mortal masters hate slaves and bullies the most. The two outside the door committed a big taboo, and Jing Zhi could only go and punish them severely.

Qinghu slowly walked up to Su Hua, she grabbed Su Hua's wrist and pressed her to the chair, and then brushed away the hair that was scattered on her face, and saw a pair of hateful eyes.

Qinghu also dragged a chair and sat down face to face with Su Hua.

She grabbed Su Hua's hand, which was really miserable. The ten fingers hung as if their muscles and bones were broken, the flesh and skin on the red and swollen hands were rolling, blood blisters were everywhere, and blood was still slowly floating. The exploding blood bubbles were like blood holes, and the dripping blood beads hit the ground, and the blood splashed on the skirts of the two of them, which was a little strange and beautiful.

Su Hua's eyes were also oozing bloodshot, she stared at Qinghu with hatred, her eyes were tearing and seemed to be about to swallow Qinghu alive.

Qinghu clamped Su Hua's hand, she didn't care about Su Hua's hatred, she just whispered the purpose of this trip: "Miss Su Hua, do you want to live?" ”

However, Su Hua didn't speak, her breathing became more and more rapid, like a beast, ready to burst out and eat people at any time.

"If you want to live. I know a miracle doctor, he has the art of rebuilding bones and tendons, there should be no problem in treating your hand injuries, do you want to treat them? ”

"If you want to be cured, I will arrange for someone to send you there. It's just that the road is far away, and it's in a foreign country, so you have to think about it yourself. ”

"That divine doctor is kind-hearted, and he is my old friend, I will send you there, as long as you arrive safely, I will definitely be able to recreate your hands as the first violinist."

When Su Hua heard the words "First Piano Master", her round eyes shrank suddenly, and she stood up and threw herself on Qinghu.

Sure enough, it was the posture of a beast, and she couldn't use her hands, so she went to Qinghu's face, opening her mouth as if she was going to bite hard.

Qinghu didn't dodge, Jing Zhi stood in front of her, and several servants had already pressed Su Hua back to the seat.

"Let me ask you again, Miss Su Hua, do you want to go?"

Qinghu let go of Su Hua's hand and shook his head almost invisibly. The anger of the person in front of him was too heavy, and Qinghu thought with some regret, that is, he had cured his hand, and his heart was so damaged that he was afraid that he would not be able to be the first pianist.

"That's it," Qinghu felt a little bored, she stood up and said, "Healer, healing does not save death." Why should I send a dead man over, it will ruin the reputation of the old man of the miracle doctor. ”

"Please ask someone to heal Miss Su Hua's external injuries as soon as possible, move to a more convenient place, and then send a competent person to take care of her." Qinghu glanced at Xingzhi, turned around and left.

"I don't want you to fake your kindness! You have made me a joke in the whole imperial capital! You ruined my life, I hate you for the rest of my life! I want you to feel guilty for the rest of your life! Don't look at your current scenery, you ......."

A clever maidservant stuffed the skirt into Su Hua's mouth.

Qinghu's footsteps were already light, but after he stopped suddenly, the whole room seemed even more empty, only Su Hua "hummed and chirped", as if it was a beast.

"Jing Zhi, what is my identity in the National Teacher's Mansion?" Qinghu didn't look back, and his voice was faint.

Jing Zhi is a spiriter for no reason, the elusive appearance of the master of Qinghu really has a bit of the shadow of the master of the national teacher.

She curtsied and said in a deep voice: "The master of Qinghu is the same as the master of the National Teacher, and he is the master of the National Teacher's Mansion. ”

"What should I do if I offend my master?"

Clear Lake's voice was as cold as iron.

The little delicate and cute of the gods-sama /book/97692/