Time-traveling hunk as wife

The afterglow of the setting sun in the afternoon shone on the dark red tall palace wall, and the shadow was stretched extremely long, making it look a little eerie.

Brother Qin was wearing a luxurious robe, standing alone under the peach blossom tree, looking at the burning peach blossoms all over the tree, in a daze.

Hearing Lin Han's footsteps, he said lightly, "You're here, you've seen him, what do you think?"

Lin Han looked at Brother Qin coldly, his murderous aura was undisguised.

"Would you let Lu Ming go if I hand over the hidden power to you?"

Brother Qin smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "No, you have to help me for three years, as the sharpest and darkest knife of my Dayu royal family, for me to eradicate the voices of opposition in the court and stabilize the emperor. status, but you must never tell Lu Ming, after three years, I will naturally let you go."

"You are not afraid that I will take Lu Ming away directly. You must know that no one can stop me in this big house."

A cold light flashed in Lin Han's eyes.

Brother Qin shook his head with a slight smile and said: "You won't, you don't want to let Lu Ming and the children remain anonymous and homeless for the rest of their lives. I, Su Qin, swear, as long as you stabilize the status of the emperor for me, I will fulfill my promise, otherwise there will be no bones left." survive, never to be reborn."

Qin Geer looks at Tao Shu's Missing Er sentimentally.

"One year."

"No, at least two years."

".......it is good."

After Lin Han left, the youngest came to Brother Qin again, looked at Brother Qin suspiciously and asked, "Master, are you not afraid that he will go back on his word?"

Brother Qin shook his head and reached out to catch the falling petals. "

"He won't, he won't put Lu Ming in danger again."

When Lin Han came out of the Palace of Compassion and Ning, it was already dark outside the sky, so he came out of the palace a few times to find the ghost doctor.

"Sir, the medicine I asked you to make is ready."

The ghost doctor nodded, took out two medicine bottles, stuffed them into Lin Han's hands, and said, "These two medicines are extremely overbearing, so you must be careful, careful."

Lin Han clenched the medicine bottle tightly, nodded slightly, took out a letter from his bosom, and handed it to the ghost doctor.

"Please sir and no matter what, hand over the letter to A Chang, please."

Lin Han bowed and made a big gift.

The ghost doctor quickly answered the letter and put it carefully in his arms. Knowing that Lin Han asked him to leave at this moment, he realized that he wanted to send the letter, but to let him leave the place of right and wrong in Beijing. He was grateful in his heart, so he took out another letter from his arms. The red medicine bottle said to Lin Han: "I know that what you are going to do must be very dangerous. There are three pills in it, which I have learned all my life. They have miraculous effects on internal injuries. Keep it away, just in case. need."

Lin Han took it solemnly and bowed to thank him.

After Lu Ming woke up, he was delighted to find Lin Han by his side.

But Lin Han was still busy, often going out in the middle of the night, and then returning to Lu Ming after taking a bath, with a faint smell of blood on his body.

In autumn, there were several consecutive autumn rains, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Lu Ming's body was weak, so he contracted the wind and cold, and had repeated high fevers. He invited many imperial doctors and took a lot of bitter medicines. Only then did he feel better.

Lu Ming likes to eat double skin milk, and Lin Han often makes it for him himself.

I don't know if it's because the wind and cold are not getting better. Lu Ming's body is always cold, and he doesn't have energy all day long, with a tired expression.

The miniature imperial doctors in the imperial hospital have all come to see them, and they always have different opinions, but they can't see any symptoms.

Lin Han takes a bowl of Shuangpi Nai every day.

Lu Ming held the double skin milk, leaned on the rattan chair, looked at Lin Han thoughtfully, sighed, lowered his head to eat, and there was some sadness in his lowered eyes.